General Poetry posted July 7, 2022


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Early Poetry (Contest Entry)

On Judy Garland

by Laurie Holding

How many times
  did she wake in the
   night crying because
    of her losses? And
     how many times
         did she put
           on her clown’s
             face to become
               loved and
              wanted?
                how many times
              with pills and
             liquor did she
            Get Happy
           Come Rain or
             Come Shine? And
                how many times
                  was she high
                    Over the Rainbow
                      and how many
                     dreams were
                    haunted? Twisted
                   and tortured, pulled
                  and pushed. Pills
                 to come up, then
                   pills to come
                    down.
                     Tears, laughter,
                       then tears
                         again.
                            That’s
                              Entertainment…



Show us Your Early Poetry writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Share with us one of your oldest pieces of poetry, exactly as you wrote it. I want to see all those excessive ellipses, capitals at the start of every line, the abundance of semi-colons, the pretentious repetition, the unnecessary line spaces that are.....

SO.....

IMPORTANT....

to my art!

I want you to swear on your honour you won't edit it before posting (adding an image is allowed, as we're in Fanstory Land). Other than that, no limitations. For example, I have one in my repertoire entitled 'Political Correctness' that's literally just a blank page (I was a very sarcastic teenager). For a more useful example, here's the first recorded poem I have of mine - my Nan confirmed I was 8 at the time:

The Snow

Quietly the clouds move in,
Looking like the hair of an old person.
Then very slowly,
The dandruff starts to fall.
Everything as still as the sleeping mouse,
Everything as quiet as the forest at night.
Until the morning spreads over the soggy landscape,
And children chant their cheers from their places of rest
As they look at the white floor outside.
And the still and silence is no more.


Show us what you had :-)


This made me laugh really hard this morning, so thanks for having this contest. I had an obsession with Judy Garland when I was a teenager, and this particular assignment must have had to do with the shape of things, making poetry into art. (You can almost see in the original that the page stapled to my tornado features a snake and a sun.) This was written 1974, so I was 14 or 15.
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