Something that's been kicking around for a while, and, because it's acapella, seemed to fit this challenge, so I recorded it. Wrote it while I was very angry about something, but still sounds quite mellow! Hope the link works.

https://soundcloud.com/phillipsrowe/dig

Challenge

Poetic Form: The Pantoum. @sandflea68 suggested I post this challenge so we may try our hand at this form. Here is a little background on the style from poets.org: www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/pantoum-poetic-form . Please tag me in the comments, @PhynneBelle #pantoum

SongSmith

142 reads

Grey

I don't know what to say right now.

Lost for words? I know! It's odd,

I'm usually on top of things,

but not now. Where to go from here?

Lost! Forwards, I know. It's odd,

I'm usually so sure of things.

But not now. Where to go? From here

it's hazy, not too clear a view.

I'm usually so sure of things;

people say "He knows his shit".

It says: a knot to clear. A view's

what's needed to find a way to 'there'.

People say "He knows he's shit,

but - " "Not now!" Where to go from here?

What's needed? To find a way to their...

I don't know what to say right now.

Challenge

Audio Poetry Record an audio version of one of your poems. Please tag me. I will do one too, and yes, I hate my own voice as well.

SongSmith

120 reads

Note To Self (Audio)

First time I've ever done this, but thought I'd give it a go. A sort of anti-Prufrock spoken word thing. I hope the link works!

https://soundcloud.com/phillipsrowe/note-to-self

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #48: You’ve won the election. Summarise your manifesto in a micropoem or haiku. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #itslit #getlit.

SongSmith

109 reads

Manifesto (Explicit)

Fuck you and your

Fucked-up

Fuckfest.

We're fucked off

With being fucked

By you fuckers.

So fuck it;

This fucking time

We fuck you back.

Challenge

I just discovered a poetic style called the haiku sonnet. It is comprised of four haiku followed by a couplet of either five or seven syllables. Let's give it a try. Please tag me!

SongSmith in Poetry & Free Verse

182 reads

Coda

Jericho's falling!

I hear the quiet tattoo

of stone upon stone.

"There's no time to lose",

said the thief to the beggar,

"sell your soul for food!"

No matter what war,

the venue for any fight

is always the mind.

Implicit in this,

now made explicit for you,

is nothing has changed.

Innocence will die,

even when love wins.

Challenge

Write about your muse, real or imaginary. No boundaries, but make sure you tag me! I would love to hear about your personified inspiration. I'll do one, too!

SongSmith

121 reads

Muse

Just a ruse

To peruse

And choose

Who's

My Muse.

I am.

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #32: Write a piece of micropoetry about regret. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

SongSmith

135 reads

Regret.

Every choice

I ever made

Every thing

I ever did

While I have breathed

Has driven me

To this place

At this time

With you.

I regret nothing.