Happy Random Acts of Poetry Day

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

The first Wednesday in October is the Random Acts of Poetry Day, an opportunity for anyone to make a rhyme, compose a poetic few lines... anything you can call poetry.

It doesn't need to be long, or important or anything else tedious.  Write it on a wall, a sidewalk or ...
Today, let's have Random Acts of Poetry here on Section VII in partnership with A Little Drabble Do Ya.
MFU and poetry have a history, and you can find a decent amount of it online and even here in our archives.  Give it a try, make that your drabble or just a couple of lines.
 
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Drabble Poem for Random Acts of Poetry Day... Leaves A Trace

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Leaves on the ground
Fall is arriving
Men in black
Furtive glances
What will be the mantra?
What will be the end?

Leaves on the ground
Fall is here
Cool air caressing his skin
Finding a spot of flesh
I will not die
I will not yield

Leaves on the ground
Fall hides traces
Who will follow
The tracks he leaves?
Someone searches
He will not fail

Leaves on the ground
Fall can tempt you
Many have tried
No one succeeds
He will not die
He will not yield

Leaves on the ground
Fall will lead you
Here
Safe
Partner

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The Good Guys - Drabble Poen for Random Acts of Poetry Day - Oct 3rd

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I'd just like to say that, poetry and I are not good bedfellows. I love to read poetry, but I can't write it for toffee. Nevertheless, here is my attempt.

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They own the darkness
But still walk in light
Always prepared
Up for the fight

With evil amongst us
Hidden from view
They risk their survival
To do what they do

They often get hurt
Some even die
But others step up
And with evil they vie

Two at the top
Who we all admire
Joined by a friendship
Which was forged in the Fire

One is American
And filled up with charm
But is dangerous to know
When others do harm

The other is a Russian
With icy blue eyes
He does what he can
So that nobody dies

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"Miles to go" for a little drabble do ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

(this started out as a poem...since poems don't have to rhyme- but it morphed into a drabble I guess)


The days are getting darker earlier, making for shadows that melt into the blackness that is night.

"Flick" a cigarette lighter, a Zippo breaks that shade.

"I thought you were quitting," the Russian whispered.

"I am, I mean I did," the American replied. "Just needed a little warmth...how much farther do you think we have to go?"

"The woods are lovely, dark and ..."

"Yes tovarisch, we have promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep."*

Illya shrugged. "Well at least it is not snowing..."

"Thank goodness for small favors, Solo's grin was illuminated by the small flame in his hand.


* a take on Robert Frost's poem "A Snowy Evening"