contribution as well! :)

•Write 1-5 lines, choose yourself the arrangement of rhymes or/and the narattive mode.

•It goes without saying that our contributions should be a logical continuation of the preceding line(s) and/or of the bigger picture(meaning: read the lines written before you and then see - feel how you can contribute) 

• The untouchable lines: Contribution(s) that the specific author indicates by adding: TUL that he/she don't wish to be subject to *minor editing by anyone else than him/herself (no time limit)

- If you think that this is not acceptable let us(all of us) know and we can talk about it.

*Minor editing: changing formatting, correcting typos, or spelling mistakes, correcting grammar. 

•If you have contributed (today) you will have to wait 24 hours or until someone else adds 1 -5 lines to our never ending poem and then you can contribute again.

*Learn more about the various arrangement of rhymes:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhyme_scheme
http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/197

*Free rhyme lexicon
 http://www.answers.com/library/Rhymes-cid-30664  

*More about the narrative mode  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narrative_mode

(we are looking forward to read your contribution:)  and this is how it began:

[ Poetic form: Pantoum. Contributors in chronological order: Liz Munro night soul woman, jim, countryfog, night soul woman, cr4ky, night soul woman, jim]

Quaint the loud woman's silent sobs,
Refreshing to see her quiet joy.
Oh my dear ones don't you know?
She descried the wooden duck decoy

Refreshing to see her quiet joy.

Nearby, children gathered round the lake.
She descried the wooden duck decoy
By the water’s edge a solitary drake.

Nearby children gathered 'round the lake,

Casting crusts on the water to entice
By the water's edge a solitary drake
Caught in ripples among the drift ice.

Casting crusts on the water to entice

To unbind it, it is sufficient to say: 
Caught in ripples among the drift ice. 
Here, is where our demons demise

Behind a white picket fence grown ups hide, 

It keeps more love coming their way away 
Behind a white picket fence grown ups hide, 
Daughters weave wreaths of lotus blossoms 

!

Cock a doodle do!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My master's lost his fiddlestick,
And knows not what to do.
!

[ Poetic form: Rhyme scheme of choice Current contributors in chronological order: C-F Haegring, night soul woman, countryfog, Liz Munro, night soul woman, liz Munro, Ken D Williams, night soul woman, Ken D Williams ] 

Along the shore the ice was paper thin there were small frozen waves with white little fins one little ripple thought:I might be frozen still but circles never stop to grow winter just gives me time to heal minus degrees break the flow of time for the world to stop and think one long hibernation dream for our cores to eat and drink 

although around his worn out shoes flies kept buzzing

the trainer of the rooster stopped moving stopped bugging
him No more naked heel fights the rooster was free
and quickly hid together with the fowl Scot - free
until the very next dawn ~

Details dissolving into digression, the wavy glasses

Of the bay window framing distortions like lake ice;
In the maze of halls dust drafts and drifts as it passes
From room to room of sheeted furniture, husks of mice.
All seemed old dreams, but now the rooster crows twice. 

Twice crowing doth thy Rooster at Dawn

Heralding thee beauty of thy morning sun
Tis million of years it have'th been done
Twice crowing doth thy Rooster at Dawn
Arise with a smile for thy new day have begun

. . . that's how the time passed, they walked and talked, each had a fragment of the whole story. They were there now, the 6 of them, in front of the Silla del Diablo (Devil's Chair) 

In front of the Silla del Diablo (Devil's Chair)

waited for Their King - six
anticipation, like a mist, hangs in the air
as they,silently, await their king, like junkies for a fix

He awoke still in a kind of dreame , not truly awake , nor a sleep 

The morning call of next doors rooster callde , '' wacky , wacky'',
It seam to say , Slipde my feet to the floor , slipped my feet in to the my slipers Strechde my arms , rubbed my eyes , My day had begun  

I checked myself in the mirror & smirked while brushing my teeth Because I remembered last night's dream , recalled the urban legend about Devil's Chair (according to teenagers) - the empty throne (According to adults) Prone to win but . . . 

I looked in to the mirror , the dream still flickered in my mind 

I took my teeth out of the tumbler , after brushing what was left 
The dreame? , well I was so much younger then 

You turn now:)