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Old 06-19-2012, 04:17 PM View Post #1 (Link) Poetry contest
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Beginning now, ending July 3rd at midnight. I'll write this down so I don't forget.

the Theme.

Put a paper bag in your poetry.


No matter how peripheral, put a paper bag image in your poem!

Paper bags are a mystery. You can buy fruit and alcohol in them, give gifts and lunches, wrap books in them. Kindergartners and college students both use them in art class.
Paper bags make their way into poems: To a Poor Old Woman by WCW; Li Young Lee's From Blossoms; and Veteran's Hospital; The Colonel; Drinking Poetry from a Brown Paper Bag.

*Winners*


1. Isis
Spoiler:
The search

In the supermarket fruit came wrapped in second skins, so thin
as to cause the juicy heart below to cry out, to almost pop
with hatred, bright bites of life consigned to the skin of the dead.
If the bags get wet around apples the stickers slough off
flattened against the plastic like moths on a wet screen.
I bought nectarines to rot on the windowsill,
avocados for the 60s green of my grandmotherís kitchen.
Fertile starting place that has inspired meals and poems alike
how dare you have ten types of chiles, figs and plantains
but not the simple southern paper bag
which rolls all that it holds into one pocket of scent
to be thrown out the window of a rocketing car
or plonked wet on the desk of a hungry art student.
I walk down the sidestreets and look for blue cars in driveways
on my way to the farmerís market. But Ginsberg wasnít there
and neither was my paper bag, mythic windblown creature:
bring your own bag for the planet. Even the drunks
carry plastic, black tinsel gripped like a steering wheel.
Finally, washed up at the bakery, I am blessed
with a greasy donut in a luminous paper bag, the sides crisp
the inside powdered and sugared, the bright white
making the dough glow with warmth. It strums the hunger
chords in me until I am home enough to pop the little sun
into my mouth. Grease has transformed the paper into thin wax,
an eardrum, wall of a hive, and against the nectarines
on the glowing green window it is a pane of stained glass,
through which grace filters and luck falls like the words of a prayer.


2. mfarr1992
Spoiler:
Your Sweet Mistake

Regret the abstraction
of getting high
the night you should have used
a condom instead of using just a bag

figuratively over some girlís head.
She wasnít what you wanted
to see, but now you have to

hand her money wrapped tightly
together with a rubber band
that only shows the tension

produced by your fruitfulness.
Trading one cherry
for the entire tree who grows

deeper into your pockets
with every new leaf.
You should have turned

her down. Your head
told you to, but now you canít
say anything with two mouths

to feed. So much
for your dreams. You used to drink
out of the same brown paper bag

that now carries a little boyís lunch
to school as he wonders
why his dad always packs
nothing but sweets.


3. zero
Spoiler:

I lived a life of loneliness
with me and I alone.
So buy did I a paper bag
and that is which I own.

My baggy bag of emptiness,
I worked to fill its void.
So puke did I in me own bag
still empty un-annoyed.

I got the urge to go,
so go did I in bag.
Yet fail did I in mission,
the void was yet to nag.

And then the idea struck me,
(I fell upon the floor).
I'd fill the bag with icecream,
whose taste i just adore.

I stuffed to brink the shavings,
and leave did I in sun.
I added tubs of NORM*,
I thought it would be fun

The bag it churned and grew
three legs and hands and tails.
Never again was I alone,
I sent it in the mail.

*NORM: radioactive stuff


Thank you, everybody! We still haven't heard from Abi for the contest (anybody know where she is?) but Caleb's votes were the same as mine, so it's official.
  
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Old 06-19-2012, 06:10 PM View Post #2 (Link)
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*appears out of nowhere* I am done. :p *gets stomped by a pack of angry geese babies* Darn!!! Anyways it's weird and :p fun. Not aimed to win but had nothing better to do so :p
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Old 06-19-2012, 06:18 PM View Post #3 (Link)
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Man, I just wrote a poem with a paper bag image. I guess its time to write another one while I still have them on the brain.
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While in this mad poetic streak, I may as well write something. Oh, and does this theme have anything to do with the poem found by Brautigan, written on a paper bag?
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Originally Posted by lostbookworm View Post
While in this mad poetic streak, I may as well write something. Oh, and does this theme have anything to do with the poem found by Brautigan, written on a paper bag?
No. I formed this theme over a month ago, before Isis offered obscure sorrow, and shelved it. Also, I didn't like that poem enough to react to it.
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Oh shush. It's a perfect poem who's author will remain unknown for the rest of known time, leaving a poet in the dark of their talents.
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Deadline tomorrow, children! We have two entries.
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Even if you weren't planning on entering, just throw something together and submit it. What's the worst that could happen? You don't win a contest you weren't going to enter in the first place? Let's go people! Make this interesting! The topic gives you just about anything to write about! ANYTHING!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Brown paper bag.

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Originally Posted by mfarr1992 View Post
Even if you weren't planning on entering, just throw something together and submit it. What's the worst that could happen? You don't win a contest you weren't going to enter in the first place? Let's go people! Make this interesting! The topic gives you just about anything to write about! ANYTHING!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Brown paper bag.

/spam
Thank you.

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Old 07-04-2012, 05:49 AM View Post #10 (Link)
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I'd happily enter but I completely forgot about it and now I'm on holiday, first time online in a few days and have no time to write this. Sorrrry.
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