Shadow Wrought's Journal: Random Poetry Constraints

After this comment to Fidel's JE I thought it might be fun to actually do what I proposed. So, for all of you with a lazy Thursday evening (or Friday morn), here are 14* words chosen randomly from randomwordgenerator.com for you to use in a poem with the following constraints:

• Each line must contain 1 (and only 1) of these words.
• Each word can only be used once (the exception being poems like villanelles with repeating lines)
• Bonus points awarded for using all of the words in the order in which they appear

I will be tackling this on the bus ride home, so I'll post my stab in a JE tomorrow. But enough with the talking already. I give thee, the words:

1. Soccer
2. Wrapper
3. Ink
4. Typwriter
5. Rally
6. Plankton
7. Kitchen
8. Generator
9. Roadblock
10. Patient
11. Jam
12. Volcano
13. Luggage
14. Hotel

Why 14, well, what can I say, I'm a sucker for sonnets.

***UPDATE*** [Con]Strained Poetry Exercise Result:

As promised:

Fresh cut grass, spring flowers, and a soccer ball,
Imagery? or a muses used wrapper?
What's it matter since ink can't slow the fall
Of slow, sad keys across my typewriter?
In my Soul I knew that I must rally,
For plankton realms and dragons yet beckon
From my kitchen of creativity:
A generator whirring ever on...
Muses see not the roadblocks of mortals,
Nor are they patient or soft in prodding,
Their doors do not jam, neither their portals,
For naught can stop a volcano 'rupting.
So know when they come with luggage someday,
At your mind's hotel is where they will stay.

screw that, you get verse libre

[SolemnDragon]

the morning's a battered soccer shadow, bounced from the wall-
i'm the wall, a red brick wrapper, no explain:
I spread out slowly, pouring out my ink
in a typewriter's black mile of ribbon, breaking the day...

Unready for morning's begin, I rally my forces
in disobedient lines on the blanket, plankton set for a waiting whale.
The kitchen a rope's length away, the length of my life.
I am generator and generated, startled and startling,
a stark little roadblock of solid
against the patient vapour of possible day.
i jam

Re:screw that, you get verse libre

[Shadow Wrought]

Very, very well done. I really like that. You have an amazing gift with imagery and pacing.

Re:screw that, you get verse libre

[SolemnDragon]

*blush*

i like challenges.

If you issue more JEs like this, i might even try a sonnet again.

Re:screw that, you get verse libre

[Shadow Wrought]

I will happily oblige;-) I'll probably do it in late October- one last poetic blitz before emabrking on nanowrimo.

Re:screw that, you get verse libre

[Allen Zadr]

Holy Shit, That's incredible. Good show!

Sonnets suck (to write)

[bellus quies]

Such a wonderful thing the Soccer hooligan
wrapped in a Wrapper of
Ink laden hype, in the paper
The Typwriter tells all, behind the scene.

In the pub, a Rally of beer
the Plankton of the sports world, everpresant evervescence.
The Kitchen is stocked with beer, nuts and pretzels
Prepared allways, with a Generator

The Roadblock of Hooligans lies in something
less Patient, often aggravated they rage.
Caught in the Jam of their stickey indignation,
Blowing up like a Volcano at the slightest irritation

Slugging around their

Re:Sonnets suck (to write)

[Shadow Wrought]

That's great! I love the last line, too;-)

In a row for 6 bob

[FidelCatsro]

Soccer breaking Jingo hell
Enclosing wrappers contain the box
Ink blotched markers , marking crutch
and a typewriter faced letter to the editor

rally down the exit road.
Sea of shallow plankton's home
the kitchen where I prepare my lines,
Powered by a generator fuelled with spite and turpentine

Roadblock to my twenty-eight
Patiently waiting gods free hate
Jam jars filled with brambles blood
Volcano erupting magma hale

Luggage packed I'm out of here
coke trails in the Hotels leading my door to trails
lucid laughter leave

wait perhaps that worked

[FidelCatsro]

(Drill sergeant= Each alternate line should be spoken by someone else .total of two people alternating , the second person can be a crowd . Each verse is started by person one)

Drilled dargent
---------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
All young boys shall go to heaven
8 9 10 11 12 13
Let's see if we can stop em with drugs and nicotine
I said a hey ho
Hey ho
Been corrupting my friends since 17

black market master buyer-- supreme
He knows what he wants and pays for the it premed
A bucket full of twisted cancer creme
Lungs so full he got th

Re:wait perhaps that worked

[Shadow Wrought]

They are both great. Hopefully the roadblock of plankton got volcanoed by the soccer ball enough to rally your creative generator.

Re:wait perhaps that worked

[FidelCatsro]

IT was rather , was it not ..
I was thinking about putting it to some music ,.. a heavy blues guitar and double bass with a trumpet .. then I realised I lacked all of those instruments and the skills to play them .Though I can write the score

Today is going downhill

[nizo]

Driving to work today,
cutoff by a soccer mom.

In my Starbucks coffee today,
an empty condom wrapper.

No ink in my printer at work today,
and the typewriter is broken.

Boss's speech to rally the troops today,
makes plankton look smart by comparison.

Damn, left the milk out on the counter today,
so the kitchen will smell so nice.

Evening commute was slowed by an accident today,
by an overturned truck hauling a huge generator.

Then had to wait at a roadblock at 4th and Mai

Re:Today is going downhill

[Shadow Wrought]

Dude, you're day's a hurtin';-) I really like the way you tweaked the line length. I have tried that in the past but always manage end up screwing it up by having a poor long word/ short word balance. Bravo!

Re:Today is going downhill

[nizo]

The funny thing is I had a different title, and then I noticed the line length steadily increasing, so I kept that trend and renamed the poem :-)