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On another site, there was a challenge to write a poem that had to include certain words. It was fun to do and the different results were as various as the personalities on a2k.

I'll start with the words and my poem.

RAPTOR INFALLIBLE SENSE PARTY RISK SCUBA PLEAD YOU ELECTRIC BABY

THE RAPTOR
His wife had an infallible sense of risk
And plead with him, but he had missed
And swore he wouldn't miss again.
The raptor watched this foolish man
With his bloodshot eyes from last night's party,
Her nestling was growing and ready to start
Soaring on thermals and maybe, just maybe,
She would live long enough to have her own baby
If men like this could be kept in line.
Instead of her aerie, 'twas the sea he chose this time.
As he donned his scuba gear
She lifted to soar on warm, rising air.
He told the captain, "you can go."
Then she gracefully glided slow and low
To rip his air hose, talons extended.
With electric thrill she soared, as his life ended.

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Good idea... maybe I'll even come up with something.

Do the words have to appear in the poem in the same order as they appear in the list?

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I have raptor eyes.
My infallible vision leads me to the prey.
Little birds have no sense of risk,
they are alone
and think life's but an endless party:
they are the Eloi,
our future meal.

My raptor eyes catch their tender need
just like an electric eel catches a distracted scuba diver,
and drowns him
just to feel the body falling in the water.
They may plead, tearful and exhausted,
as their souls fall into pieces.

My raptor instincts dictate my words:
"Sorry, baby, I really thought I loved you".

[edited for spelling]

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House Party

The band in the corner pleaded for attention
Electric guitar danced around a steady drum beat
The melody took ill-chosen risks,
the riffs soared like a raptor with no sense
A slightly desperate voice crooned,
"Baby, baby, baby....you know.... -"
Lost in a dull murmer of party conversation
Women with infalluble fashion sense
Men speaking of golf and SCUBA
"-...I love to love you baby...."

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Littlek and fbaezer, both excellent. Fbaezer, was your Eloi a reference to The Time Machine?
See what I mean by the different styles? Makes it endlessly fascinating.

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Thanks, Diane.
Yes, I was referring to those delicate Eloi.

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Infallible raptor,
baby scuba party risk,
Plead...sense...
electric you.

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Cav, even though you were promoted to condiments, I think you are still delightfully nuts; and a man of few, but well chosen, words.

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Heh heh, I work with what I got, lol...

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bookmark...

Infallible Electric Baby...

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The electric raptor hung above the road house
Luring the party creatures from the highway
Mesmerized by the neon strobe.

The reflection in the black ice of the asphalt
Akin to the watery haven of old lagoons
littered with scubas of an ancient thrust.

A testament to the baby of the epicurean
Who sought out pleasure with laughter and mead
Mingling with forced revelry

All infallible in there quest
For risk and sense of purpose
They plead with raucous laughter

The morning comes
The pterodactyl eyes gone
The road house a debris of what was.

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Like a raptor, you could sense
His electric stare, baby,
Always so intense.

Standing in the corner, his
Infallible need to party
Seemed to plead: "Go get that Miss"

He longed for far-off waters where
He followed the SCUBA girl
With long chestnut hair

With her, he never got anywhere!
This time, unlike that other,
He'd make his move - he'd dare.

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Letty, how can you make the waste and detitus of a road house sound so beautiful? I'm always amazed at what you come up with in that lovely brain of yours!

KP, good to see you! This is an old theme with you and you described it with your usual flair.

This time, unlike that other,
He'd make his move - he'd dare.

I hope you dared to make your move. Why not go back to the SCUBA girl?

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er, Diane. Please change "there" to "their"...talk about detrius... Laughing

Thank you.

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Diane,

Thanks. The SCUBA girl is just a figment of my imagination and to use the word...but there have been similar women about whom I think from time to time.

Daring is my new thing. OK, I dared to break up with my (short-term) girlfriend because I could see it going nowhere...and I'm now trying to be much more direct. Singles event tonight, I'll see if I can put my daring into practice.

KP

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Good luck, KP--I still wish you could meet my niece. LOL

Does anyone want to pick some different words? How about you, Letty?

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An infallible sense of risk permeated the party. I shook- as though I were attached to an electric mixer!
"PLead you baby, plead," cried the Raptor.
"I will feed while you plead" sneers my captor!

When he reached to take a bite,
I was gone like the light-

Fleeing on a scuba diver's air hose
To the surface I rose.

(With such diverse words, cannot make sensible prose!!) Laughing

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Jackie! Wonderful. It doesn't have to make sense, just has to be fun.

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Diane's signature is as follows:

Quote:

"To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public." Theodore Roosevelt

I wish I'd said it first!
I wholly concur, Diane.

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This is a fun game, Diane. Thank you. Very Happy

He thought he was infallible, this guy that I dated.
But I knew from the outset, his days were ill-fated.
He'd take any risk. It just didn't make sense.
In wet shoes he climbed an electric fence.
No need to tell you that I was far from elated.

And though I did plead that he settle down,
"Cool it baby", he chillingly replied with a frown,
You party poopers just can't take a chance".
And that's when I decided to end our romance.
My time was too valuable to waste on that clown.

After our break-up, I heard that he moved to a farm,
A safe place, away from all bodily harm.
'Cause, after scuba diving with a hungry shark
And petting a Raptor in Jurassic Park,
The guy's now minus three toes, a thumb and an arm.

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