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Collaborative Poem Workshop #2

Status: 
Program description/goal: 

Description: Join in our collaborative poem workshop. Each member will have a chance to write two stanzas at least four lines each. The stanzas must be relative to the poem.

Leader: Geezer
Moderator(s): Mark, Roseblack, Rosewood Apothecary. Candlewitch

Objectives: To write a complete poem from each member's two stanzas

Level of expertise: Open to all

Subject matter: TBD

Length: 
100 days
Number of participants (limit): 
10 people
Skill level: 
Date: 
Thursday, August 11, 2022 to Thursday, December 8, 2022
Short description: 
Write a collaborative poem

Comments

We go by the workshop member list from top to bottom.
Geezer passed on the last poem so he will be starting off.

Geezer starts the new poem by making a title and writing a few stanzas.

The next person on the list (Mark) copies the title and stanzas previously done and pastes them to a new comment and then in that comment adds his few stanzas relative to all the previous stanzas.

We continue down the workshop member list in order.

The last person on the particular list and for now it is scribbler, closes the poem.

Geezer or Mark do some minor editing on the entire poem created and sends it down the stream.

The third person on the list then opens the new poem in the #3 workshop created and we continue until all on the list have started a poem. 9 workshop parts unless a last member joins then it will be 10 parts.

When the last person on the workshop member list begins a poem and that poem is finished the workshop concludes.

There is room for 1 new member and if they join then they go last on the list. They will need to read the comments and catch up.

I will be keeping track of who goes when but feel free to do so as well if you like.

Let's get it on!
Mark

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I await the next to last stanza of Geezer's poem?

After Alan. ~ Geez.
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Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End Geezer.
.

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
.
end Mark
begin Rosewood Apothecary

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Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

End: Geezer
Begin: mark

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...

End: mark
Begin: Rosewood Apothecary

No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air

From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around

End: Rosewood Apothecary
Begin: Candlewitch

for the look back at the Half Moon and it's captain and crew! I learned about it back in grade school, but only rarely thought about it until now. I was thinking about what to write about and heard some thunder rolls and this came to mind.
~ Geez.
.

Thunder In the Catskills...

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End Geezer.
.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

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mark

Fri, 2022-08-12 09:45

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Thunder In the Catskills...

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
.
end Mark
begin Rosewood Apothecary

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Rosewood Apothecary

Fri, 2022-08-12 18:44

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Thunder in the Catskills

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

End: Geezer
Begin: mark

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...

End: mark
Begin: Rosewood Apothecary

No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air

From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around

End: Rosewood Apothecary
Begin: Candlewitch

those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...

from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life or death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood

no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...

end-Candlewitch
begin-RoseBlack

When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

Start Geezer

Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End Geezer.
.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

reply
mark

Fri, 2022-08-12 10:45

mark's picture
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Thunder In the Catskills...
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
.
end Mark
begin Rosewood Apothecary

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Rosewood Apothecary

Fri, 2022-08-12 19:44

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Thunder in the Catskills
Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

End: Geezer
Begin: mark

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...

End: mark
Begin: Rosewood Apothecary

No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air

From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around

End: Rosewood Apothecary
Begin: Candlewitch

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Rosewood Apothecary

Fri, 2022-08-12 19:45

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Did some research
In case you are interested

https://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/07/henry_hudson_and_the_catsk...

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Geezer

Fri, 2022-08-12 23:42

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Thank you...
for the look back at the Half Moon and it's captain and crew! I learned about it back in grade school, but only rarely thought about it until now. I was thinking about what to write about and heard some thunder rolls and this came to mind.
~ Geez.
.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

reply
Candlewitch

Sun, 2022-08-14 04:58

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Description: Join in our
Thunder In the Catskills...

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here
End Geezer.
.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

reply

mark

Fri, 2022-08-12 09:45

mark's picture
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Thunder In the Catskills...

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...
.
end Mark
begin Rosewood Apothecary

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Rosewood Apothecary

Fri, 2022-08-12 18:44

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Thunder in the Catskills

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

End: Geezer
Begin: mark

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...

End: mark
Begin: Rosewood Apothecary

No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air

From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around

End: Rosewood Apothecary
Begin: Candlewitch

those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...

from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life or death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood

no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...

end-Candlewitch
begin-RoseBlack

Until a piercing cry was heard
And Henry's first mate fell flat
The crew stared in horror
Then a domino effect

The gnomes were enraged
Tiny hands twisted in an evil grasp
Their blades glistened against the flame
While Henry gasped....

End RoseBlack
Begin Dystopia

Join in our collaborative poem workshop. Each member will have a chance to write two stanzas at least four lines each. The stanzas must be relative to the poem.

Please remember the instructions.
Mark

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Thunder In the Catskills...

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

End Geezer
Begin Mark

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...

End Mark
Begin Rosewood Apothecary

No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air

From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around

End Rosewood Apothecary
Begin Candlewitch

those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...

from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life or death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood

no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...

End Candlewitch
Begin RoseBlack

Until a piercing cry was heard
And Henry's first mate fell flat
The crew stared in horror
Then a domino effect

The gnomes were enraged
Tiny hands twisted in an evil grasp
Their blades glistened against the flame
While Henry gasped....

End RoseBlack
Begin Dystopia

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But was working off my phone and something went wrong with the copy and paste.

Join in our collaborative poem workshop. Each member will have a chance to write two stanzas at least four lines each. The stanzas must be relative to the poem.

There is too much copy and pasting.
There is no Mobile Application for Neopoet
Trying to access features of Neopoet is difficult at best, even to simply leave a comment.
Please access this workshop from desktop or mobile desktop (laptop) or tablet.
Thanks for your wonderful contributions,
Mark

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My phone is the only resource I have or I won't be able to make contributions timely. I'm doing the best with what I have vailable when I have it

Join in our collaborative poem workshop. Each member will have a chance to write two stanzas at least four lines each. The stanzas must be relative to the poem.

This workshop was not expected to move fast because of all the copy and pasting.
We were near shocked to see how fast the first part went and almost made this workshop a shark pool but are staying with the original splash pool speed.
Thanks so much for helping us understand what went wrong.
Mark

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waiting for a day or two even, is not a big deal, we appreciate the enthusiasm that everyone has responded with, but it is fine if we have to wait a little. Thanks so much for the explanation. ~ Geez.
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I would like to skip my turn please

Do you need time or are you out for the remainder of this poem?
Thanks for the heads up,
Mark

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Out of the remainder of the poem

waiting on Alan.........

Your last verses are looked forward to.
There's 2 before you now.
Here's the list as it stands
Dystopia
Alan
Scribbler -to finish

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problem

Thunder In the Catskills...

Thunder In the Catskills...

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

End Geezer
Begin Mark

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...

End Mark
Begin Rosewood Apothecary

No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air

From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around

End Rosewood Apothecary
Begin Candlewitch

those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...

from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life or death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood

no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...

End Candlewitch
Begin RoseBlack

Until a piercing cry was heard
And Henry's first mate fell flat
The crew stared in horror
Then a domino effect

The gnomes were enraged
Tiny hands twisted in an evil grasp
Their blades glistened against the flame
While Henry gasped....

End RoseBlack
Begin Dystopia

One by one they slaughtered the crew,
Laughing to see the agony upon their foe,
Their tiny blades leaving limbs askew,
And their antics putting on a horrifying show.

In their act a little while,
Stopping dead in their tracks at one,
Who did nothing but smile,
At the gnomes who thought it was done.

End Dystopia

I apologize for the delay! For some reason my notifications were not coming through!

for your prompt reply and poem. Nice job! ~ Geezer.
.

Good job Dystopia!
We'll keep an eye on the notifications, thank you.
Mark

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Thunder In the Catskills...
Thunder In the Catskills...

Thunder In the Catskills...

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

End Geezer
Begin Mark

Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

The half moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...

End Mark
Begin Rosewood Apothecary

No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air

From Half Moon to the trees they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around

End Rosewood Apothecary
Begin Candlewitch

those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...

from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life or death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood

no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...

End Candlewitch
Begin RoseBlack

Until a piercing cry was heard
And Henry's first mate fell flat
The crew stared in horror
Then a domino effect

The gnomes were enraged
Tiny hands twisted in an evil grasp
Their blades glistened against the flame
While Henry gasped....

End RoseBlack
Begin Dystopia

One by one they slaughtered the crew,
Laughing to see the agony upon their foe,
Their tiny blades leaving limbs askew,
And their antics putting on a horrifying show.

In their act a little while,
Stopping dead in their tracks at one,
Who did nothing but smile,
At the gnomes who thought it was done.

End Dystopia
Begin Alan:

I live deep in the forest, completely alone,
I’m a wrinkled old hag, a stubble faced crone.
No man will have me, so I spend all my hours
studying nature and its magical powers.

You’d be surprised at what I can fashion
from a handful of roots and a lump of wet clay
(laugh all you like, but this is my passion):
little figures of gnomes, which I bring into play

with my breath and some spit, and a song a bird taught me.
So when I saw the ship land, and the woe that it brought me,
I sat myself down, in front of my hovel,
and made myself busy, with my knife and my shovel.

As those sailors caroused, I feared they might harm me,
So out of the mud I created an army,
And equipped them with weapons, and frenzied them, too,
by beating my drum to a savage tattoo...

End Alan
Begin Scribbler

Then the drumbeat became slow
it's echoes bounced off canyon's walls
heard by just those down below
who replied with frightful squalls

At last I cleared my blood red throat
which froze them all to easy prey
each one awaiting my fell smote
on this the eve of winter's day.

Then the drumbeat became slow
it's echoes bounced off canyon's walls
heard by just those down below
who replied with frightful squalls

At last I cleared my blood red throat
which froze them all to easy prey
each one awaiting my fell smote
on this the eve of winter's first day.
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We will edit it lightly and send it down the stream.
Then we'll take a few days off and send a message around be sure everyone is up for #3 where Rosewood starts and I finish.
Mark

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Silver slashes across the sky
ripping the darkness asunder
Now the rumbling of ten-pin balls
the rolling sound of thunder

Henry Hudson and his crew
drinking rum and beer
Playing ten-pins, smoking pipes
in the Catskills here

The half-moon was re-boarded soon
Sometime in the afternoon
The crew was hung (over)
But non-the-less still sung partly sober

They sang all the way to the bay
Oops said Henry this is not the way
But it was discovered that the ship
Henry's ship had not uncovered...

No northwest passage was divined
They turned about and anchored there
They heard a thundering of sorts
Atonal drums upon the air

From Half Moon to the trees, they took
Coaxed and guided by the sound
When reaching glen, they had a look
Campfires lit with gnomes around

those campfires burned and blazed
the gnomes looked completely crazed.
frenzied dancing into the long night,
it was a totally terrifying sight...

from the branches of trees our sight
told us we were in a life-or-death plight.
barrels of ale turned into barrels of blood

no...it must be a trick of the eyes
from the men I heard mighty sighs
they began to descend from the trees
all was suddenly quiet, stirring not of a breeze...

Until a piercing cry was heard
And Henry's first mate fell flat
The crew stared in horror
Then a domino effect

The gnomes were enraged
Tiny hands twisted in an evil grasp
Their blades glistened against the flame
While Henry gasped....

One by one they slaughtered the crew,
Laughing to see the agony upon their foe,
Their tiny blades leaving limbs askew,
And their antics putting on a horrifying show.

In their act a little while,
Stopping dead in their tracks at one,
Who did nothing but smile,
At the gnomes who thought it was done.

I live deep in the forest, completely alone,
I’m a wrinkled old hag, a stubble faced crone.
No man will have me, so I spend all my hours
studying nature and its magical powers.

You’d be surprised at what I can fashion
from a handful of roots and a lump of wet clay
(Laugh all you like, but this is my passion):
little figures of gnomes, which I bring into play

with my breath and some spit, and a song a bird taught me.
So, when I saw the ship land, and the woe that it brought me,
I sat myself down, in front of my hovel,
and made myself busy, with my knife and my shovel.

As those sailors caroused, I feared they might harm me,
So out of the mud I created an army,
And equipped them with weapons, and frenzied them, too,
by beating my drum to a savage tattoo...

Then the drumbeat became slow
its echoes bounced off canyon's walls
heard by just those down below
who replied with frightful squalls

At last, I cleared my blood red throat
which froze them all to easy prey
each one awaiting my fell smote
on this the eve of winter's day..
.

Everyone!!! Looking forward to round 3

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great job! I had a really good time with this one too!
~ Geezer.
.

In order to access as best we can and plan #3.

Right now it has been decided that any member of this workshop will be listed unless anyone contacts Paul, Geezer or Mark to tell us that you want out of this collaborative workshop. Anybody who leaves will still have the prior two parts in their profile workshop list.

Any member of the #3 collaborative poetry workshop has the option of writing 1, 2, 3 or 4 stanzas of 4 lines each.
The lineup for the #3 collaborative poem will be as follows (unless anybody leaves)

Rosewood Apothecary - creates a title and begins
Candlewitch
RoseBlack
Dystopia
Depressed 1
Alan Abrams
scribbler
Geezer
Mark - closes

That's all but we plan on making the future parts more and more umm...fun!
Mark

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Couple days ought to do.

We have belief in you to come up with something great.
Later,
Mark

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