Clau_documented

I am immigrant. Yo soy / poet.

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Write the longest grammatically sound alliteration you can possibly muster. The longest such alliteration's author wins $150 if, and only if, this challenge receives at least 300 entries. Editing is allowed.

If you don't know what an alliteration is, Google it. Ensure that your entry is an alliteration and that it forms a coherent thought. Remember, editing is allowed.

Clau_documented in Words

A Bird

flies fluttering flights. Flies fair for flair.

Fought farthest, flapping flower of feathers.

Flew for fated freedom: free, free, free!

Fly fast, fly far; fish-like free, flame of flaps;

Feathery-thing, flap, flutter, unfold five fingers,

for fear of flight, freedom flew far from me.

Flapping flutter, farthest from feelings

of frightful fear. Fold myself free.

Fearless, feisty flier, friendly foe

fades, Florence-bound, favors flavors far.

Formidable feather-framed fighter,

flew into fleeing flight.

For you, flutter, flap, feathery-thing

for you, unlike foolish me, flew fast.

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #52: Pick a classic poem and re-write it, modernize it, and share your poetic interpretation of the piece. 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 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #itslit

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I, Woe (Langston Hughes, “I, Too”)

woe for the America that does not see me beyond my body.

Men call me their other half

still they've been sending me

to the kitchen for what? since THERE WAS LIGHT,

saying there's serious matters

to discuss and I'm not needed

these things are not for women ears.

I smirk. They don't

know I've got a college degree

in one hand

a strong handshake in the other.

I don't have time for tomorrow

for when they ask me

to go into kitchen.

I don't have time for dishes,

I'll say.

What did you say?

They will ask.

I am growing powerful

a woman

no less beautiful.

I, don't resign my song in America.

....

Following the tradition of Hughes, this poem imitates the "other-ness" African Americans have been made to feel with the similar disregard for female potential. Unlike Hughes' piece, the poem is more direct and defiant to match the times; America grows in working and outspoken women.

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #39: Write a piece of poetry or prose about addiction. 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

Clau_documented

Logophilia

I've been chewing up words since I was two. Been wrapping up my tongue around the taste of language.Tengo inglés en un oído--Spanish in the other. Something about the way vowels and consonants conflate has me bending at the knee. Why, words are beckoning me, such dulcet flutterings in my mouth. I speak and yo hablo, and I spoke. I can write an AD for my DICTION, bring the world want, a wee word addiction. Call me poet; it feels so right.

Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #38: Write a piece of micropoetry about what summer means to you. 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

Clau_documented

under the sun.

I walk under the sun

time touches me so

I tenderly hold

onto life

and these days

my youth hangs

over my mouth

like a sweet summer

Challenge

Write a pastoral about the body. A pastoral poem describes and loves a landscape. Use the first or second person narrative.* *Hashtag your piece #feedback if you would welcome readers to comment a solid 2-3 sentences on the poem's execution.

Clau_documented in Poetry & Free Verse

Poem for the Body

It is not a sign of weakness to hold in the weight of rock that is the mine collapsing inside your throat. Your heart is jumping out of its rib-shaped cave more often than not. The consequence of freedom isn't always pretty. Your body is a protest, a body of water, gaining momentum. Your body is

not mine: make the world

uphold this.

Ankles toes and belly button

knees and elbows

shoulder blades

and everything else

in stock, they are not allowed

to take. You keep a tight inventory,

so next time people come around telling you about your body, don't hold back. Your body is evidence. Hold it up against the light until they are obligated to shut up.