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Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
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Poems submitted for April 2
The rebel walks an iron blade,
Moving in a forward fade.
The tower in the distance lit,
In concert with it's people, fit.
— Kris Ainsworth
Leaning forward in my seat
from the tower of the balcony in the concert hall
I try to catch your eye
through the distance, the smoke, the glare of the spotlight
Coming up in the suburbs,
becoming a groupie the height of my imagination of how to rebel
against the fate of my mother, her hand on her iron into the deep night.
A CALL TO ARMS
Together we’ll stand on towers and lift our voices
in concert against the visible and invisible enemies
Together we’ll rebel against disease, untruth, greed, abuse of power
With iron resolve, we’ll hunker, sacrifice, survive, then thrive
Together, moving forward, always forward
— Sharon Derry
Concert of Death (04.02.2020)
In the Tower of Babel
They held the concert of death
Where a rebel came forward
With the iron rod of life
He shoved the rod
In the cycle of death
The spokes bent
The cosmos: never the same again...
— Jey Sushil
Track for International writers
In the Ludovican Convent
Mother superior was an iron sovereign
we Sisters prayed in perfect concert
whenever the bell tower called
marching forward towards Heaven
not one rebel between our lines
no glorious vulvae in the margins
butt we had still left our signs
— Tobias Feldmann
(International Writers Track)
With all forces
the rebel pushes
against imposing tower
2020 04 02 by Lloyd Klinedinst
To rebel in concert,
That would be grand.
To push forward with an iron will,
To scale the forbidding tower of this
— J.D. Brown
Your spine: a tower, a column
Iron blood pushes you forward
The rushing of wind and the beat of a drum
A concert of cells, again and again
Rebel against dread,
You feat of nature
— Holly Gabelmann
Concert by Zoom
The maestro lifts her baton
a rebel action against the silence of isolation
leaning forward toward the tiny dot of a camera
as musicians scattered in iron-clad homes
await this sign to begin
a virtual concert for a real and frightened world,
a tower of hope in a flat landscape of fear.
— Steve Givens
illuminate the twisted tower,
against the blackened sky.
crickets try to offer solace
their reedy concert
no match for the rebel frog
alone in the pond.
I'd like to think I have the iron of
The grit to turn my sorrow
forward, snatch it by its head,
turn it on its ear.
Play the sounds of my heart's concert
from atop Cain's ivory tower.
— Sabrina Spence
— Jay Buchanan
Sweat dripped from her brow as the concert raged on,
A stacked tower of melodies racing forward,
Strict instructions bound their movements together - even as she felt an itch,
An itch to rebel, to break free from the sharp movements of the maestro,
The iron trappings of the music stand slowly enclosed her.
— Tanvi Kohli
I drift through the endless concert of email pings and buzzing
texts. After weeks inside, buckling against elastic time,
I shave my head. Hairs rebel against the clippers,
cowlicks twirling, long strands falling forward.
The new shorn head rebels against routine,
flinging me from my iron tower.
— Cathlin Noonan
I went to an iron metal concert
I was a rebel
I did not tell my mom
I was dancing with the devil
As I pushed forward through the crowd to the stage tower
My mind was set on singing my heart out with all my power
— Sarah Brown (12)
Wydown Middle School
Daughter of Rebecca Brown
behold your tower of song,
iron grates now pried from window frames
doors flung open, wide
johannesburg’s children in rebel concert,
pointing a way forward
“a blaze of light in every word”
I magine, from a lonely tower outside the court,.
R ebels shackled for their fight against the king,
O pposing voices in a ragged concert,
N aked enemies, from this day forward.
— Robert Henke
Go Forward, Rebel
In earnest concert lead us
Past the iron tower
To the pleasant shore.
— Jo Schaper
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