Each month we award $100 to a poegler for the best crafted poegle, as chosen by the Editors of Poegles.com.  The best poegles are placed on the website and shared in our newsletter. 

This month’s winner is Abby in Florida for The Last Time the Cat Meowed.  We quite liked this poegle- fun, and it turned up some interesting language.  There is something marvelously absurd about the sentence, “Since then, he has meowed a little for no reason”.  Congratulations Abby!

The Last Time the Cat Meowed

         The last time the cat meowed, he meowed so much that my husband passed away! My companion, my 16 year old cat, meowed at dawn for MONTHS afterwards. In the last few months though, he has begun howling like a banshee instead. He hasn’t done it all the time, as it started last year after he had to go to the vet for some issues. Since then, he has meowed a little for no reason. Now, since the weather is nice, he jumps from our fence and creeps into the woods. “Maybe you shouldn’t come around here anymore!” he meows sternly to the other cats that come around. He repeats his meow, each time putting extra feeling into it. “The funniest thing happened last night.” My neighbor told me yesterday. “I found out there is no way to stop a cat from meowing.”

-Abby in Florida (search phrase “the last time the cat meowed”)

April winner: Polly in the Blue Ridge for Synchronicity

March winner: Judith in the North for Don’t Flash That Light Anymore, Honey

February winner: Jamie in Brooklyn for At the Edge of the Park.  

January winner: Julie in DC for You Are Entering.  

View the submissions archive.

We will be suspending the Poegles Challenge for the summer- but we hope that you will continue to send us your poegles in the mean time.  We will launch the challenge again in the fall.

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Losing My Patience

I am rapidly losing patience in too many endeavors at once for my liking.

why do little girls have coach bags? im losing my patience with this neighborhood

China’s getting fed up of North Korea. Quickly losing patience.

Did we just not have this same conversation about meeting your deadlines for me?? Didn’t we? Losing my patience. SHIT! Time is $$!

i’m losing my patience. i mean, i just came here to bounce!

is losing his patience with the dog next door

i’m losing patience with my hair

Filming a french film all day in Glasgow. Got home to find the letter of vital importance still hasn’t arrived yet! I’m losing all patience.

That’s me in the corner of Starbucks, losing my patience with shrill, overcaffeinated teenagers.

I’m losing my patience tonight. Guess I can’t be Mr. Right all the time

Losing patience with people who advertise webinars but don’t use the medium appropriately/well!

Just an inch away from losing my patience. PARTAYYY TONIGHT, with my injured leg :|

Ya’ll keep sayin give the old people a pass; I’m losing patience! Its ’bout to get real raw if they don’t knock it off

Seem to be having a day of losing things, the top to my moisturiser, my phone (temporarily), my voice, the plot, my patience……

 -Editor, Twitter search phrase “losing my patience”

Each month we will be awarding $100 to a poegler for the best crafted poegle, as chosen by the Editors of Poegles.com.  We will accept poegles of any length and in any form, provided that they are in English.  In order to be entered to win, poeglers must register for the Poegles.com newsletter, and provide us with copy by noon EST on the date of the contest deadline.  Poeglers must also supply the search phrase they used to generate the poegle, as well as a mailing address to which the cash award can be sent.  Participants grant to Poegles.com rights to publish their poegles, per our terms.

Send us your poegles!  The May 2009 Poegles Challenge is open until noon EST on May 31st, 2009.  Please email your poegles to editor@poegles.com

The best poegles will be placed on the website and shared in our newsletter.  Please include your name and the search phrase that you used to generate your poegle.

April winner: Polly in the Blue Ridge for Synchronicity

March winner: Judith in the North for Don’t Flash That Light Anymore, Honey

February winner: Jamie in Brooklyn for At the Edge of the Park.  

January winner: Julie in DC for You Are Entering.  

View the submissions archive.

A Moment Like No Other
 
Sitting at ringside for the next big boxing event just won’t be the same.
This is truly our lucky day for we are here to live it. This is a moment that is like no other. We traveled by bus from Brooklyn, New York; “in terms of its historic magnitude,” we waited a lifetime for a moment like this.
 
This was very obviously no Colgate moment. More a Kodak moment for their would be no repeat, in other words. We owe all of them for this moment. … that are part of their lives and no big deal, For young blacks and other, to those rare politicians like Lyndon B, you could hear, where these and others were going
 
His diploma in one hand, his classmates embedded in his heart, the beauty and inspiration of a reunion like no other: It was a moment in time … As the hour drew near for Barack Obama to be sworn in as this nation’s 44th president, it’s impossible not to suffer from a bit of whiplash trying to capture the meaning of this moment that would be like no other.
 
Donna in Napoleon, Ohio (search phrase: “A Moment Like No Other”)

Ramblings of a Geek Hacking for Christ

Condomania lives.
Couples pack their separate cars.
Mobile Manor is the next trailer park casualty.

Sonny James, I wish it hadn’t happened.

Remember the man caught in a vacuum
sex act that got him 90 days in prison?
Maybe he came back under a different name.
Blessed are those who go in circles.
I’m tired of my room smelling like Bengay.
I’m tired of watching nipples that aren’t mine.

I am the great broken pecker.
I used to believe
in an omnipresent Trotsky force,
and laugh at internet dating, flyfishing,
Woody Allen’s failed romantic comedies.
I used to hum along to
Sinatra covers in our elevators,
and watch sportspub brawls.

Last week the Knicks proved
there is no such thing as a rebuilding year.

Maybe I’ll turn Bedouin,
travel to the outskirts of the Haraldskær marsh,
watch the sky for comet Lulin,
and the mystery of a shrinking violet zodiac.

-Chad in Virginia Beach (search phrase “i wish i hadn’t”)

The Last Time the Cat Meowed

         The last time the cat meowed, he meowed so much that my husband passed away! My companion, my 16 year old cat, meowed at dawn for MONTHS afterwards. In the last few months though, he has begun howling like a banshee instead. He hasn’t done it all the time, as it started last year after he had to go to the vet for some issues. Since then, he has meowed a little for no reason. Now, since the weather is nice, he jumps from our fence and creeps into the woods. “Maybe you shouldn’t come around here anymore!” he meows sternly to the other cats that come around. He repeats his meow, each time putting extra feeling into it. “The funniest thing happened last night.” My neighbor told me yesterday. “I found out there is no way to stop a cat from meowing.”

-Abby in Florida (search phrase “the last time the cat meowed”)

cat

Jellyfish Clouds

Rare cirrostratus galactic molecular clouds known
as Altocumulus Castellanus with trailing Virga
have caused a sensation after being spotted

for the first time in a decade.
The sea and the sky are now complete.
I’m seeing the bottom part of a low cloud

interacting with a very different air layer just
below it. The sky has been ugly all day, plagued
with abnormal shaped jellyfish clouds floating around.

This place has been here for years, I remember
some time ago…

[photographed on Wednesday evening 20 May 2009]

Apparently these are not unique.
Stunned weather-watchers flash, nude.
We are in the middle of the strait separating

the islands of Flores and Knox County, Ohio.
It finally moved towards the bank of clouds
above Onezskoe Lake, burned a red hole

in the shining jellyfish west of Petrosavodsk.
There is land above the wing now.
And though we chased the sun at 516 mph,

It got to the horizon first.

-Michael J. Alfaro is publisher and editor of Silenced Press.  (search phrase “jellyfish clouds”)

Hello? I’m Talking To You

I still don’t have a bloody clue
How us lefties know and use
The seven dirty words-
Better than the wing nuts-
For his lovely eulogy.
So much of it seemed so right,
Felt so comfortable.

A good day for writing;
There is no electricity.
I don’t know what she
Could ever do to top
That one; she’d
Probably have to behead
A row of puppies with a
Single swipe of her
Extra-long pinky nail.

Wound up with a charming
Leftist- Be honest, Be
Pragmatic, But show
Courage and Confidence!
(A little warm-
Can you cool down?)
Adored and refined- danger
of putting too positive
A spin on politics.

Allow me to honestly tell you
That facts are facts;
Don’t sugarcoat it, because
You’ll eat that too.
Make it seem undesirable,
Or like a punishment-
Give it to me fresh.
Poor antifascist doesn’t know
what a fascist is!

How did you really feel?
He hit the ceiling hard,
And I don’t think he wants
Any of that ever again-
Another weird author
At breaking point.
Enough; don’t try.
This is called making
Your point loud
And clear.

-Janet in Richmond (search phrase “don’t sugar coat it”)

“But one corner of the publishing world has its own strange economy. Poets and those who publish them are used to earning next to nothing for their work. They call the cycle of rejections, teaching and issuing small books the “pobiz,” short for “poetry business.” And maybe the pobiz isn’t so bad, if you look at it a certain way.”

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