With Group Poem XIII, we will honor the 2012 Olympic Games, held with much pomp in the City of Audiendus (aka London). Here are the rules:
The poem will consist of 5 stanzas, one for each of the rings in the Olympic logo, of four lines each—all written in iambic heptameter. Iambic heptameter has seven stressed syllables, each preceded by an unstressed one. (e.g., u s u s u s u s u s u s u s). The rhyme scheme will be ABAB CDCD, EFEF, GHGH, IJIJ for the twenty lines in the poem.
Half rhymes (like rest and east) are acceptable if you get stuck or if it makes the line make sense, and a little fudging on the iambic rule will be OK, but the lines should still contain five stressed syllables.
The poem is ostensibly a love poem, written as a conversation between two lovers, with the first four stanzas alternating voices (he, she, he, she, he), and the last one spoken by the two (they). In addition, each line must contain at least one word relating to the Olympics (e.g. hurdle, marathon, etc.). I envision the result to be similar a passage from to the Song of Solomon, except humorous--and perhaps a bit sweatier.
Copy and paste the full poem into your post before adding a line. Then bold the word(s) in each line referring to the games. For clarity, put [He], [She], or [They] in brackets before each new stanza,
The title and first line are as follows.
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Group Poem XIII
Group Poem XIII
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"!
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"!
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
Your child could trampoline when he was minus two months old.
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
Your child could trampoline when he was minus two months old.
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
Your child could trampoline when he was minus two months old.
[She]
The jumps it made were not so bad, but the dismounts were a bitch
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
Your child could trampoline when he was minus two months old.
[She]
The jumps it made were not so bad, but the dismounts were a bitch
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
Your child could trampoline when he was minus two months old.
[She]
The jumps it made were not so bad, but the dismounts were a bitch
And when it learned to take free kicks, the shooting pains grew worse
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
Your child could trampoline when he was minus two months old.
[She]
The jumps it made were not so bad, but the dismounts were a bitch
And when it learned to take free kicks, the shooting pains grew worse
Re: Group Poem XIII
Love, Olympic Style
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
Your child could trampoline when he was minus two months old.
[She]
The jumps it made were not so bad, but the dismounts were a bitch
And when it learned to take free kicks, the shooting pains grew worse
They felt a lot like javelins and made my bladder twitch
[He]
Your eyes are like the stars, my love, or an Olympic flame
Your hair is like the nations' flags that stream atop the stands
But where on earth did you acquire a male weightlifter's frame?
A chest that billows like a yachtsman's sail when it expands?
[She]
Yes, I, my sweet, was dainty—as a gymnast tends to be,
Slender and agile, reminiscent of a vaulter's pole
Until some wretched coxswain "made a woman" out of me
While high on drugs that no athletic body can control.
[He]
What hurdles, dear, you must have jumped while "in the family way"
From when the starter fired the shot until you held the gold!
'Twas upsy baby downsy baby with each leap and splay!
Your child could trampoline when he was minus two months old.
[She]
The jumps it made were not so bad, but the dismounts were a bitch
And when it learned to take free kicks, the shooting pains grew worse
They felt a lot like javelins and made my bladder twitch
Ars longa, vita brevis
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