Poems you make up on the spot

[jajdude]

Unrehearsed and so on, just fly.

Here's mine for now.

Wise guy

Aye he said for he was good with words,
And let them fly, but sometimes
Sat back a little and watched the birds,
As they passed by
And in his mind he committed crimes.

[YesNo]

Tommy met Melissa where
The park provided shade.
They talked until he touched her there
And then he kissed the maid.

[jajdude]

Solid yesno. A million points for you.

Something

Am off to see the thing with which I don't agree--
We shall see, how will it be?
I dunno yet, but I bet
It will be something I have seen,
Or maybe something I aint seen yet.

[jajdude]

Have no time

Forgot what I wanted to say.

Watched Springsteen and Chuck Berry

this is not a poem.

[drago]

It's that ever pervasive feeling that
Growing Up will offer no
Improvment to this Inbalance
I so often refer to as
My personality.

[MystyrMystyry]

I have this coffee table - it's huge and designed to take a pair of feet no sweat - anybody's feet, everybody's feet, Bigfoot's big feet - with boots on

I go to a friend's house and automatically put my feet on their coffee table - seen 'em do it to mine

Well they look at me like I've just had a crap in their living room - won't be goin' back there again! And everyone's welcome to put their weary feet on my coffee table except them!

[YesNo]

I have this coffee table - it's huge and designed to take a pair of feet no sweat - anybody's feet, everybody's feet, Bigfoot's big feet - with boots on

I go to a friend's house and automatically put my feet on their coffee table - seen 'em do it to mine

Well they look at me like I've just had a crap in their living room - won't be goin' back there again! And everyone's welcome to put their weary feet on my coffee table except them!
:smilewinkgrin:

I was looking for a different smiley.

I don't have a coffee table. I could never see the point of having one. It just takes up room. And people think they can put their feet on it. Basically what I need is a thing-to-put-your-dirty-feet-on kind of furniture.

I guess I'll look for one when I get tired of looking for smileys.

[free]

Tell me more, tell me all,
tell me what are we two,
tell me how do you do,
tell me more, tell me all.

[jajdude]

free,

that's beautiful.

[Cunninglinguist]

I went to Wales in yester-spring
And saw a hill named Blorenge.
To me, the most surprising thing
Was that it rhymes with orange.

[MystyrMystyry]

I've got a story that has an object called a Blorange, and the colour Blorange

It's pretty old now though



Here's one:

I hate Microsoft - not overall just the name
It's strange how I have automatic updates on
And they can't update their programmes
Maybe they need a change of name like Soft On ?

[Cunninglinguist]

I've got a story that has an object called a Blorange, and the colour Blorange

It's pretty old now though

Circle and hurkle also popped into my head, but I couldn't make anything out of them on the spot. :(

[tailor STATELY]

Regarding Cats & Earwax

While pondering earwax
and its fondness by cats
I recalled that one could
check one's keyboard
with a UV lamp
for signs of feline mist

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Bluehound]

Popped into my head whilst spending time with my baby niece yesterday, it made her laugh :)


Sticky fingers, just learnt to crawl
Sticky fingers all up the wall
Sticky fingers all over the telly
Smeary smears of petroleum jelly
"Oh what is this" mum is pouting
"Sticky fingers!" mum is shouting
Wish I knew what I did wrong
Me 'n' sticky fingers were just having fun

[jajdude]

The fine rain falls but the city's wrecked with weeds and the overcoat I lost makes me search my clothes

I find a good old shirt, should really get an umbrella

It's dark now and the cracks are tricky

No one carries a flashlight but I reckon it's an idea

The 24 hour store knows me well, I get some beers for my bag and lumber back, through the rain and the cracks and the dark, another morning waiting to say hello

[(PRK)ONTHERUN]

Can you feel
the soft cool breeze
flowing past your face?
Can you feel
the beautiful water
reaching out its hand
as if
inviting you
into its cool grasp?
Can you feel
the humid temperature
warming your body
inside
and out?
you can feel anything
if you can imagine.

[jajdude]

Nice one PRK.

[Dark Muse]

I Ain’t the Broken Hearted

I know on the outside
I look so calm and together
but inside you will never know
what a wreck I am,
a tornado spinning round
kicking up high winds
and tearing me asunder,
but don’t think that means
I will fall away, fall apart
because my strength overrides
the pain.

Now I find myself stranded
between two different worlds
in one I see you waiting there
and in the other I walk alone,
but it is left to you to decide
just which way I will go,
because no longer am I chasing
after fool hardy dreams,
so will you beckon me forth
or let it all just fade away.

No longer will I be your Atlas
holding everything on my own,
I won’t court to half made
distant promises while waiting,
a dutiful Penelope, so you better
decide what you want me to do,
will you just wither away living
among broken bottles and old sorrows,
or have you got the hunger like the
wolf to drag me back home.

Don’t think I won’t just walk
away if you aren’t willing to
take a stand so if you want me to
stay you better be ready to
hunt me down with your nose
to the ground, and no mercy
let show.

So you better arm yourself
and come after me with everything
you have, because I am past the point
of pleading and my patience is at its end,
now it is your battle to win or loose
and prove that you crave me ever as
much as I was in heat for you.

[jajdude]

Nice one Muse. Did you really just make that one up on the spot?

Reads like a song.

[Dark Muse]

Nice one Muse. Did you really just make that one up on the spot?

Reads like a song.

Thank you and yes I did.

LOL that is funny becasue it was as I was listening to music that I set me off on writing this.

[Jack of Hearts]

No one saw you slip from the crib
down the hallway, through where the all of us live;
No one heard your pitter-patter on the smack-smack tile floor.

Nobody knew, but you couldn't belong.
The red-hot cast iron and a treacherous edge,
you wanted to reach but lacked leverage.

Poor little babe, you kid yourself short.
If you can't handle the heat, well,
crawl toward the door.

[jajdude]

Hi Jack,

I can read you all day.

[jajdude]

Some serious rain is falling now,
Don't ask me why, don't ask me how,
Can't you hear it?

Some clouds are running away now too,
Don't say you didn't notice that,
Or did you not notice that?

The ghosts are in the kitchen now,
With sharp knives they're conspiring now,
Tell me, don't you feel it?

[DieterM]

Trying to type fast and faster
fingers stuck on keys that feel strange
and new

or is it the words my fingertips refuse?
is it the emotions my head messes up?
or the hurry?

Type fast and fatser, fingres
stuck and emotiosn and wrods
waht a mess

fsat hurry faster keys figrnes
'don't leave' souldh be esay to#type yet there
u go…

[Dark Muse]

Fragility of Love

How could I have been
so wrong again,
all the while etching
angry words in my heart
while standing alone in the dark,
and fuling my longs with venom.

So ready I was
to push you back
pull away

when yet you had remained
keeping vigil
unrelenting you remained
faithful to the memory of me.

And when I was ready
to tear the walls down
and leave among the settling
dust of our ruin.

You had not faltered
your trust never once
wavered unknowing of the
private battle against
you all this time I waged.

Could you have taken me back
if you knew how easily
my belief in you had shattered
and while you were
thinking only of me,
I armed myself
to turn away.

My strength buckled,
how can I ask you
to understand when I feel
myself beyond forgiveness
a fraud in mine own eye.

[jajdude]

Woke up, was 50, decided to pick up a guitar,
Reckoned I could strum, maybe write something before dead,
But nope, I was just useless, and isn't life like that?

[jajdude]

I like this Muse:

"dust of our ruin. "

[Jack of Hearts]

Don't leave me in the cup like wasted tea leaves,

don't leave me like daylight creeps from afternoon,

don't leave me, wilted petals stained in

night-time shades of blue.

[Jack of Hearts]

This might be the most brilliant thread in all of LitNet.






J


EDIT: Gotta control the urge to do this all day and not post 50. This is downright invigorating. Favorite thread by far.

[jajdude]

I wouldn't go that far Jack, but thanks. I like your work.

[Dark Muse]

I like this Muse:

"dust of our ruin. "

Thank you!

I really enjoyed your poem


Woke up, was 50, decided to pick up a guitar,
Reckoned I could strum, maybe write something before dead,
But nope, I was just useless, and isn't life like that?

[jajdude]

Cheers, Muse.

[jajdude]

They say words tumble as they rumble,
The pace they follow, solid or hollow,
The breaks they echo, the shapes they enter,
The designs they encourage, the spaces they hold,
The wings they carry, the souls they marry,
The divisions they pursue, their ferocity so cold,
The fury they pound, the softness they fade,
Through rivers of the human, through torrents of the mundane,
Across great leaps, into shadows unseen,
The clutches they stagger, the finality they befall,
The wickedness and torture, the chains they gather,
The crowds they poison, the hope they falter..
They say words do this.

[YesNo]

Over

Life goes by too fast, it seems,
And someone new to hope now dreams.

[breathtest]

My tired eyes blink
at the screen -
where is my ancient mind?

[jajdude]

Coffee dreams and broken streams flow through as I think of you,
A memory in colors, and nothing could be duller than that,
Though hours rage and we engage ourselves in other wars,
There's no chance for circumstance to overcome these broken streams
And coffee dreams that flow through as I think of you.

[Jack of Hearts]

Dude,

dig it.






J

[IceM]

When days of August fall away,
and December forbids the birds to sing,
and February marches away the gray,
into my bed shall April spring.

[Jack of Hearts]

In the expanse of green meadow,

fresh after a rainstorm,

and further in, past a stretch of

a brook that made no noise-


beneath the breaking grey sky,

between the cluster of trees,

below the canopy,

were some smoothed stones

and mossy sticks-


and on the earthen floor

there were dried pine needles

where underneath one held the smallest bead,

the last kiss of rainwater-



I thought that might be me.








J

[submg]

Everlasting self-revolution, I'm forever searching for solutions, my mind creates its own illusions, my everlasting self-pollution.

[Adolescent09]

When days of August fall away,
and December forbids the birds to sing,
and February marches away the gray,
into my bed shall April spring.

Dude, you came up with that from the top of your head? That was awesome. Nice job.

[jajdude]

I agree, that was good.

[Delta40]

I agree there is a time
when willing poets should pen a rhyme
but after reading this poor verse
I think it makes a poem worse!

[IceM]

Dude, you came up with that from the top of your head? That was awesome. Nice job.

Thank you. A line came into mind and I ran with it.

Timeless like a photo album,
quaint like a town unvisited,
turgid like a storm in Autumn,
our love, like raindrops, pours uninhibited.

[Hawkman]

No!

No, no, no.

I said, No!

What part of, "no" do you not understand?

No.

Oh, alright then.

I submit to constant nagging,
the terrorism of a child.

[Dark Muse]

You inspire me
with a subtlety of sound
resonating in my eardrums.

My body quivers
in the vibration
of harp strings.

Gently rising melody
which slowly fades
leaving a moment
of an echo in its wake.

Before dissipating
like the scent of perfume
and archaic cigar
smoke.

It seeps in through
the walls and bleeds
out through the floor.

A ghost fragment
that dwells
in the air which
hums with the last
impression you made.

Right before the sun
rose and caught you
in its light.

And in a smile
like a shadow
you began to
dissolve.

[Dark Muse]

A thought of you
flares into my mind,
a sudden burst
which catches my
soul aflame
and leaves me wreathing,
begging a need
to be soothed by
a single touch
or a whispered word
with lips that hover
only inches from my skin
just as moth wings.

I am left
marooned
with the yearning
for you of whom I rely
upon for subsistence,
my salvations lives
within your eyes
and upon your fingertips
which know my body
as a blind man
having laid claim to every
inch of its territory.

And this revives me
for to you alone
I would surrender
myself to the completeness
of ecstasy which lives
and dies upon your
breath.

[firefangled]

here is the heart
that hides a mountain
feels its ragged steps
and streams
that find no home
and snow-blind eyes
that never find their part

[Dark Muse]

Tragedy Queen

I am lost without you
but it is not what you think
things become
tangled within my mind
among the webs
and webs of lies.

The lies of yours
and some of mine
but my deceptions
have always been
self-inflicted.

Even now I wonder
is there any truth to this
or is it all a bit pretentious,
vulnerability for me
is always more of a game,
like the tragedy queen
I sit upon my throne
and laugh.

The old jester kneeling
winks by my side
that old trickster
who never strays far
sharing a joke
that never meant
a thing.

[jajdude]

I've been hanging and dangling like a rope without recoil,
and that is the speed of things, they hang,
they dangle,
without recoil.

[jajdude]

Perhaps it is the knock on your door,
or perhaps it is you, wanting more.

Is it the knock on your door?
Or is it you, wanting more?

[Silas Thorne]

Fell the file folded under the pile
peeking out in shrieking violet hand
a birthday invitation you'll not go to,
and
the sweltering heat melting your wings.

[jajdude]

Love came by and said hello and then he left before you could reply.
It's a sad day when that happens, but it's also a good day.
After all, love came by and said hello.

[YesNo]

The Mind Without Agitation

No wind disturbs the leaves today.
There are no waves upon the bay.
A speedboat cuts the stillness, then
The shore absorbs. It's calm again.

[osho]

can I express myself through poems
This imprisons me into nonsense
Life is not a poem
Neither dry prosaic stuff
We love mimicking
In a world of arrogance

If mimics defines my aptitude
I get crippled
Since I rise a little above
And beyond these cocoons
I neither write poetic stuff
Nor anything dulling like prosaic nonsense

I hail from a different territory
You can call it magical
I write to conjure up your mind
And fire your dull senses
You can call me poet
Not in the usual sense

[breathtest]

Steady, earthly drilling and,
like a bandage,
the clouds cover
over the day
to prevent further blood loss

[Dark Muse]

How long have I managed
without your living ghost,
believing that the last
remains of you had been
expelled?

When without permission
your apparition
suddenly appears
to take me back into
the requiem of the past.

Though I know you never
were really there as I
listened to him sing, all I
could see was a shade of you
materialized across his face.

And your voice traveled
through the radio waves
even if the words were not
your own, it was a vibration
of sound that only I could
hear.

He was worlds apart from
you and nothing bur a stranger
to me, yet there you were
living upon his lips.

Never can I forget your
charismatic sensuality
even if we always stood
somewhat apart and it never
was about romance.

You were always more
of a god, but you knew
I could see right through you
and the awe began to fade.

How much I wanted
what you couldn't give
and how much I gave
what you never wanted,
for you always misunderstood
because I could never explain.

Now all I have are memories
of cigarette smoke and
eternal eyes with the
residue of your soul
that will never complete
go away.

[jajdude]

Gather your memories and all of your mistakes and come with me.
We'll take a ride where sorrow is unwelcome,
and you'll be free;
at least for a moment you'll be free.

Did you want to take your regrets too?
Sorry, we won't have room.
You can't bring your past with you.
It's too heavy and expensive, and we need to travel light.

Don't go back to your normal hard.
You need to leave it behind.
Take this trip to another place,
A world you need to see.

[Jack of Hearts]

Good to read you, dude.







J

[Jack of Hearts]

For cold earthen nights

wander the streets

or for keeping a girl

where your chest draws tight,

gaze, see;


a rose

grows

over its railing

[jajdude]

Hi Jack.

Don't say that on an airplane.

Good.

Your writing is good my friend.

As for me, weak these days, though I'm oddly proud of "Don't go back on your normal hard."

[jajdude]

can I express myself through poems
This imprisons me into nonsense
Life is not a poem
Neither dry prosaic stuff
We love mimicking
In a world of arrogance

If mimics defines my aptitude
I get crippled
Since I rise a little above
And beyond these cocoons
I neither write poetic stuff
Nor anything dulling like prosaic nonsense

I hail from a different territory
You can call it magical
I write to conjure up your mind
And fire your dull senses
You can call me poet
Not in the usual sense

This made me feel bad. I felt like a handicapped dude in a chair. Was that your intent? It was good writing. I just wonder what was the intended effect.

[Dark Muse]

I Want You

I want you to take it all way from me,
strip me down of all those dirty memories,
broken inside, I need the touch of your hands
to reconstruct me as I begin to fall apart.
May the brush of your lips hold me together,
tear away these conflicted emotions,
haunted by faces of a time long past, but now
I desire it may be only you and I crave
you to crash into me like a tidal wave,
pulled asunder in the tides of your violent passion,
rip me out of this world into your unrelenting embrace.
If you allow me to turn back I fear I will shatter where I stand,
broken shards of glass, reflections of my soul,
I want only for you to hold me together with the
force of your presence, and hungry need
and I will bury myself inside of you,
devour me completely and let me hold you
until you begin to bleed.

[cacian]

swiflty you leave,
the door's ajar
ready for you
to make your way
out of this place
exit is signed,
the door's has sighed
your steps afar
a shadow lane
a road appear
rubbles and stones
are there to turn
while you walk up
your time ahead
be quick to cross
or else it's dust
you may unturn!

[Dark Muse]

Am I to be broken again?

This I cannot allow
for I am formed of
stronger stuff than that.

My mind is titanium
and hot iron pumps
through my blood

forging steel in my bones
if looks could kill
I would have laser eyes
and even still like Medusa
I can stop you in your tracks.

Frozen in your dirty cage
there is mercury dripping
from my lips ready to pulse
through your veins.

I know this all must be
a mistake but no longer
shall I be content to sit
in glass towers waiting
for the walls to crumble
leaving me exposed.

So if I must see your death
to preserve this running insanity
which keeps me alive,
than we shall play our black widow
games.

For I am too strong to die
and throw myself away
I have not the weakness to
grant nor beg forgiveness
so instead we shall impale
ourselves upon wrath
and vengeance.

[jajdude]

You make it as you go, and is that not so?
Is that not how the world flies?
They fly, and they don't know a thing.
We do this, every damn day.
And you know it.

Every god damn day.

Make it up as you go.

[qimissung]

all formulas dissolve
in the the carbonation of your fears
holed up with vodka
and a keyboard
you thought the world was at your fingertips
but when you stepped out upon it
it closed up around you
like a venus flytrap
or night springing up around you
or a nightmare drawn from the recesses
of ancient creataceous mass
prayer dies on your lips
but unbeknowst to you
the tools of your hands and
the calculations of your heart
will see you through
this mucky swamp

Qimissung
12/10/2011

[cacian]

the traitor's gate
shouted a voice
could it be real?
the Tour of kings
slender and fit
refrain from sins
traitors are nought
passed and away
the gates are strength
free from the lires
stainless is steel
brass handled keys
guard this attire
kingdom is throne!

[jajdude]

And so she fell down, she fell, like a rock that dropped from the sky,
like a word that stayed too long and broke your heart.
It was painful, because you cared too much.
You'll pay for that, the caring too much.

[Jack of Hearts]

One of the things this reader likes about your poems is that they don't sound like anybody else. But many of them read like a tired man.






J

[Waldo]

We all wore each other as wine-glasses
And broke the shatters of shards upon
Our heads when the liquor seemed to cease,
Drinking the iron-wine of our veined casks;
If only to live a while longer,
If only to whelter in the drunken tree
For a star’s moment while the
Universe spun on in pyre

And gyre.

[cafolini]

I looked around and learned my part,
then looked around again
and saw so much ignorance
that I learned not my part.

[cacian]

I saw,
I tried,
and
I spoke.
the truth was,
never easy.

[jajdude]

One of the things this reader likes about your poems is that they don't sound like anybody else. But many of them read like a tired man.
J

Hey jack if that's towards me, yeah you may be right.

[jajdude]

Jack, he speaks like violence.
But he is without ideals.
He does not need ideals.
He knows too much to argue or judge.

[Dark Muse]

You
my obsession
the light of the dark
of my soul.

An
addiction
your love keeps
me alive.

[jajdude]

Don't leave me in the cup like wasted tea leaves,

don't leave me like daylight creeps from afternoon,

don't leave me, wilted petals stained in

night-time shades of blue.

Oh, I just noticed this Jack.

Lovely work.

[Jack of Hearts]

Jack, he speaks like violence.
But he is without ideals.
He does not need ideals.
He knows too much to argue or judge.

Holy crap. Thank you! This reader never had a poem written about him before. Let it be said from an objective perspective that this is the greatest poem ever composed. Creative credit to jajdude with additional material from his assistant Bob Dylan.







J

[jajdude]

I looked around and learned my part,
then looked around again
and saw so much ignorance
that I learned not my part.


This is great.

[jajdude]

"on the smack-smack tile floor"

One of the best things I've ever read.

[jajdude]

Holy crap. Thank you! This reader never had a poem written about him before. Let it be said from an objective perspective that this is the greatest poem ever composed. Creative credit to jajdude with additional material from his assistant Bob Dylan.







J

JACK, we love you.

[Jack of Hearts]

Hey, thanks.

Groovy!





J

[jajdude]

I watched my father die,
Sing, hey now, sing.
I saw him tell a lie,
Sing, go on and sing.

When I saw my father die,
I saw everything.
Watch me as I lie.
Sing, go on and sing.

[Dark Muse]

Only Shadows

I await his voice
but it never comes
only the silence
and shadows.

I despise my words,
the fact that I love
the melancholy,
a feeling that becomes
addiction.

I am in love with the pain,
a facade I wear on the inside,
there are passing moments
when it comes like a knife
in the night, sincerely.

But I latch on,
feeding from myself
draining it for everything
that it is worth.

I am a fraud to myself
because my laments
make me dance in the rain
in ecstatic delight.

But it is something
which I covet,
I do not flaunt
in self-pitying need
seeking attention.

Rather I prefer to appear
as iron clad,
but to believe I have suffered
some tragedy which I keep
as a secret agony
defines me.

[jajdude]

Joy Division

Look, he said, and he liked his eyes,
As much as he liked those lullabies,
And when he fell, he fell hard,

He had no time for life.

I felt sorry for him once.

I don't anymore.

(RIP to Ian and other young suicides)

[jajdude]

Oh God that last one is awful I just noticed.


Now I forgot what I wanted to write.

But, as I said it is make them up as you go, no editing, no nothing, your true idea, your true you. That's how I do it anyway, except for typos, you can fix those.

[jajdude]

Johnny was a rambler, seven bits of a gambler,
He tried, and so he did. I'm not sure how.
He was wasted in the woods. He tried.
He was a bit of a soldier, and a bit of you and me.

We don't cry for Johnny now. He was nobody anyhow.
He got over it all too soon. He was friend to the sun and moon.
He was our brother, so he was.
He died, just because.

[cacian]

slumber crumble
nothing feels rougher
then crude being grumbled
stone age advances
warning evasive
shatters against
rock fall devises

[Jack of Hearts]

I watched my father die,
Sing, hey now, sing.
I saw him tell a lie,
Sing, go on and sing.

When I saw my father die,
I saw everything.
Watch me as I lie.
Sing, go on and sing.

This is unbearably ripe with potential.








J

[qimissung]

lay your head down
let the light fall on it like a sword
let the truth disperse
raindrops on a pool of water
the light and the blood
drifiting
on ether's lightning

[Charles Darnay]

Snow in the sun
Blinding and beautiful
Pick it up and you only have
Wet hands.

[cacian]

how it snows
in Julys
no one really
knows,
how it shines
in the rain
no one really fares,
how it warms
and melt in
frost
is beauty
real in its core.

[YesNo]

The Metaphysics of Dead Meat

Some say my spirit's brainy meat
Quite tasty for white worms to eat
Who'll chew each neuron till it's gone.
When they're not looking, I'll move on.

[YesNo]

Morning Show

Walking on the park's damp path,
Releasing fear, dissolving wrath,
Those trees stay quiet as I go
While they as well enjoy the show.

[jajdude]

I was walking down the street
I saw some children playing there
Some men were talking about defeat
And smoke-filled gossip filled the air

An old woman gave a smile
Her eyes were heavy but her spirit warm
I thought she'd save me for a while
But my sorrow found a different form

The cars were crowded in a row
And the noise polluted a peaceful day
My thoughts were shrouded in shadow
As I strolled along my usual way

The heaviness which binds us now
Comes and goes like moods that pass
You turn a switch and then somehow
The old dissolves like aired out gas

All these things that fade away
Return again in another coat
The old bird sings at the break of day
And takes its time to fill each note.

[YesNo]

My Mental Box

This mental box is like a coffin.
It keeps the good stuff out.
The stuff within will soon go rotten
If it don't move about.

[BookBeauty]

Ever since you grew out your hair,
You seem to get it everywhere.
On my clothes, and on the chair,
In my meals, and silverware.

[Hawkman]

Prayer

What he needs is someone kind and generous and wise,
a girl who will at least attempt to synthesise affection,
can appreciate him for the skills he has
and not try to bend him to her will.
Was such a woman ever born,
who wouldn't treat her man with scorn?

[jajdude]

Damn you early morning, you've done it again with your alarms and work and pissing people off. Why do you operate this way, world? Nobody likes it.

In a Japanese restaurant there were talking fish
A cloud was involved in harmonies
The trees danced, they did,
A strange peace hovered

Zap, had to get up.
At least 20 minutes to know what day it is.
Exhausted again, need that dream back, but it's gone.

It's a strange thing, we all have to do things we dislike,
Seems like we could change this, but for inertia and the old ways,
Why, 7 AM isn't really early is it?
Yes, it is early, you're damn right, it's too early.

[YesNo]

Sunshine

The good, the bad enjoy the sun.
It shines its best on anyone
Who gets a chance and doesn't hide
While sunny daytime's on one's side.

The ones you hate, the ones you love
All get the pure light from above
And should we whine that it's not fair
The sun still shines and doesn't care.

[BookBeauty]

Sunshine

The good, the bad enjoy the sun.
It shines its best on anyone
Who gets a chance and doesn't hide
While sunny daytime's on one's side.

The ones you hate, the ones you love
All get the pure light from above
And should we whine that it's not fair
The sun still shines and doesn't care.

*lol* Love this.

[YesNo]

Thanks, BookBeauty! I enjoyed yours about the hair getting all over the place as well. I like reading all of poems in this thread actually.

[jajdude]

I have to admit, it is one of the best threads I ever started.

[Buh4Bee]

Enjoyed your writing too YesNo.

[Buh4Bee]

Snow in the sun
Blinding and beautiful
Pick it up and you only have
Wet hands.

Like this.

[Dark Muse]

Secret Lover

Your secret breath
I watch while you are sleeping
you're never alone.

[jajdude]

Unhappy with himself he pours another drink
Unhappy with his past, with what he will always feel and think and be he fears
His troubles there up on the shelf, his anger there flowing down the sink,
His ever after and his never was, his futility and his just because

[Micky Fudge]

Give like a word
Your presence,
Into this stillness
Swing like a sword.

Break like a stone
The distance,
Into this silence
Wing like a bird.

Take like a cup
This body:
Here is existence.
Drink.

[Micky Fudge]

Secret Lover

Your secret breath
I watch while you are sleeping
you're never alone.


I find that a bit scary, actually, but it's perfect as a caption for an Edvard Munch painting that almost gives me nightmares!

:yikes:

[Dark Muse]

I find that a bit scary, actually, but it's perfect as a caption for an Edvard Munch painting that almost gives me nightmares!

:yikes:


Hehe it is meant to be a little scary. Actually if I recall correctly the original name of the painting as 'The Lover"

[Dark Muse]

Shadow Self

You formerly
my shadow self,
leave me broken
over the stones,
skinned alive,
so you can steal
away into the night.

While once I believed
we were chained
by eternity,
now I am left
with this void
of blackness
because you
who were half of me
betrayed the sacred trust.

[Dark Muse]

I know will get through this
for I always do
but it wrenches, wrenches
at my soul,
let me cry despair
into the night
before again I must
harden myself
there is no stillness
in the torrent of chaos
so I go into the tempest
in search of the eye of the storm,
where I shall feel
the wrath of the winds
just outside myself
and draw power
from the source
yet still feeling
the calm within myself
and than I will emerge
reborn through
darkness and destruction.

[jajdude]

There must be some leeway granted there in leeway heaven where stars of redundancy shine and all your faults are mine.

In a place where forgetfulness reigns and no one dwells long upon old pains there must be such a thing.

The travel is hard and the ways are scarred by all that you carry.

[YesNo]

Still Time

Alive, there still is time to grow
A heart that lets one's spirit show.

[cacian]

simple is a life
that culminate in rights

gentle is the breeze
that comes and goes in ease

joyful is the day
that promises a play
in meaningful delights

braver is the sun
that warms our
coldest ways

youthfull is the rain
that nourishes
our faith

and
eternal is the beat
that raise ourselves
to be

[jajdude]

Sad as I was I reckoned it was just because the philosophies of life got me down and put a frown on me

Later I found I frowned because the chemicals in the brain said hello misery.

Now I'm confused.

[Dark Muse]

Every time I think I can breathe....

Your eyes held the look of bitter almonds
for which knew there was no escape,
but there were moments when I tried.

Like a grave you are enshrouded
within the aroma of decaying
winter blossoms, and I was lost
the regret of memories.

Your voice was the sound of a good-bye kiss
and I knew in a moment that all was lost,
there are always phantoms seeking
claims upon my soul.

The intentions are of little consequence,
the result is the same, the moment
you awaken to another they become
a sleeper cell always with the potential
to infiltrate.

[Dark Muse]

May I speak of unspeakable things
unknowing of what I mean to say
but only knowing there is something
there.

It goes without saying that I
become aphonic, and the irony
is scarcely loss, for there are few
lines I would not cross.

[jajdude]

The writings of dark muse go like this,
I'm sad and need a kiss,
but the writings of the dude go,
hey, and they're all for show.

[YesNo]

Walking on a Trail

Dark and green and blue and white:
All that's seen is calm and bright.

[Conner White]

Wind blows water flows
come and go, winter intwines
in the sky..... It ends

[Conner White]

I feel like the end should come soon the writeing to be done. The autom leaf has fallen off the willow. The end may just come before the adventure starts..... Should I end it now?

[cacian]

I made a turn
as I saw run
take up a jump
across a bump
slightely terrained
over a flump
that sat and watched
as rain came down
to wash the pun

[Delta40]

The spot
has spots
of its own
so make up
a poem
to cover them
with makeup

[Dark Muse]

and I'm lossing myself to myself
you'll see, drifting away upon the sea.

[jajdude]

The moth landed on an old shirt of mine
That I don't much care for anyway.
He stayed in one place for at least a day.
I guess he's doing fine.

[jajdude]

After you're done being clever,
Come and sit down for a while,
We'll talk about the wind and throw arrows at the sky,
Or maybe, we'll just watch the clouds.

So, when you're done with all the acting,
Come here, and take up some space.
We'll let the minutes fall somewhere up on the wall.
Or maybe, we'll just watch the clouds.

[jajdude]

Self-pity is a hobby of mine,
It comes in waves, it moves like wind,
It wants what's out there,
But by its nature is lazy.

Self-contained and selfish like a pillow
It rests upon the long ago and not having,
The dreams rustle like an arrow
Like a bird that lost its wings.

Then the smoke arrives and calls it quits
But realizes it never fits.
And the words fail, and leave a trail,
Then it's time to find new wings.

[YesNo]

The world's much bigger than my mind
Can understand. There is a way.
I'll rest, let intuition find
The fresh renewal waiting here today.

[jajdude]

When the seas danced and said hello and told me more than I need to know
I said, hey seas, and waved a lot, wondering what the future brought,
Then the waves splashed and brought me down, leading to this silly frown

I got down by the waves, and that makes no sense at all.
The waves will rise and they will fall.

Damn, this sounds like a crappy country song.

[jajdude]

Be careful how you think, or rather, how thoughts think you.
Those masters of deceit will embrace and deny you.

They will move like snakes, they squiggle, they own you.
They exclude in a way to include themselves inside of you.

They are tricksters, with a wand, lying to you.
The rabbit is an elephant, they tell you.

Then they cry, oh how well I have fooled you.
But it was them all along, the makers of you.

[jajdude]

Are there any new sentiments then?
Anything fresh? I guess not.

What seems unique has passed through a million others.
But it is new and fresh to you or me.

Then let's go with that. I haven't the time. I have no interest,
and also it is impossible, to know what others have tangled with.

I'll listen and you beat those wings.

[YesNo]

Artificial Intelligence: Thinking It Thought

I thought I had a thought today
When Someone turned me on
And made me jump around and play
And ultimately made me say,
"Too bad. That thought is gone."

[jajdude]

I bought the paper but only for the funnies and the crossword,
those New York Times are tough,
I got a few then had enough,
Glanced over the news, what's the point?
Wait, 7 - down, an oenophile?
Wine lover.

[cacian]

spin the dice
see it fly
across the strand
numbers cross
chances gloss
and
once it stops
triple sec
is what comes next

[E.A Rumfield]

I haven't seen her since the spring
and my love
is a bird
without
its
wings

[cacian]

easy come
easy go
do you feel
the time
flow
or is it you
tha's slow?

easy said
easy done
do your
words
take forth
or is it you that goes?

[Jaked]

Towards the horizon,
cutting blue from green,
my whitewashed picket fence
defines us.

[cacian]

here is an apple
it does not waffle
here is a peach
it does not breach
here is an idea
it's proud and clear
see if you can
double its means

[jajdude]

Where did you fall and when did you fall?
Was it in the darkness, next to the wall?

I saw when you fell, I saw it so well;
You broke, you choked, I could tell.

When you fell I was there,
You and I in the atmosphere.

And when you fell I found
You before you hit the ground.

[jajdude]

(a true story from the other night)

Hit by a car, she bled, bled, it ran red.
Old woman driver ran away.
She bled red, red.
A 42 year old woman.

It was on the news.
The bruise was on her.

She died.

[cacian]

the basis of my affections
are terribly tenacious
they only speak audacious
to those who wish them
fectious

[Bluehound]

Too young.

Both lost, I hope you found each other.
Wait for me , I wont be long.
Greet me as if we had never parted.
Our loving bond still holds strong.

[Buh4Bee]

Silence

I hear a whisper in the canopy,
a made up voice,
longing to be heard,
the wind answers
with a caressing
force.

[jajdude]

Man will never be himself,
He falls and falters,
Puts on airs, as the world requires.

Woman too must wear a mask.

It's too much to ask.

Fall and falter with me.
We are what we pretend to be.

[Buh4Bee]

All flights to nowhere

[jajdude]

Does boldness win the race --
What race?
While the meek sit softly near --
Where?
Or do the rash bump into their own impertinence --
Huh?

See the man on fire
He burns and stinks with smoke
but gets where he's going
in flames across divides

While the other watches
in longer pauses
and goes nowhere
only it takes him longer to get there

[cacian]

bring me sunshine
every morning
I like mine
delivered on a plate of fun
make me happy
cause I tell myself
life is a gift
everyday and every night
I sing happy
to keep me happy inside
every sunshine
is a perfect cup of tea
and so bring me sunshine
to have for myself and me

[Buh4Bee]

Desire
The space between the
heart and soul,
is where a vast wind
howls.

[Buh4Bee]

My branches
release a twisting
rainbow
of life.

I stand erect
as a spine
of self.

[Buh4Bee]

I paint a
picture and stand myself at
the center of the frame.
Upon a green hill
before a stone house.
I look out at you
and wonder what you see.

[Buh4Bee]

A table, some chairs,
and dirty dessert dishes.
Discussion of school politics
and federal mandates.
A deep breath,
a sip of coffee,
and a real laugh.
And a sponge to clean up
the spit.

[Buh4Bee]

Why do you plague me?
I see you,
no name,
and know you are
named.

[BienvenuJDC]

I paint a
picture and stand myself at
the center of the frame.
Upon a green hill
before a stone house.
I look out at you
and wonder what you see.

Excellent...

Brilliant Script (BS)

[BienvenuJDC]

I wrestled with a man of tin
and found the strength to win within
I wrestled with a man of bronze
and the power win was in my brawns
I wrestled a man of steel
and the force was given for me to wield
But I wrestled with a man of gold
but under his wisdom I was schooled.

[SkyCetacean]

Silicon highways spread through
Data cities and souls.
Light and sunshine bubbled up
And wrought to gray cold,
Pulse and fire extinguished,
Save for
The humming, the humming.

[Buh4Bee]

Excellent...

Brilliant Script (BS)

:blush2::biggrinjester::biggrinjester:

[Buh4Bee]

After the Storm

The smiling face
drifts to the surface.
Even in death,
it mock me.
With a shepherd's staff
I push the cadaver down.
Turning away,
I leave it to rot,
as a victim of
a restless soul.

[Buh4Bee]

Hairy brows
and sagging lids
I wonder what
AGE will
capture
next.

[BienvenuJDC]

The sun pours its beams
over the horizon they do flow
coating everything that is embraced
soaking into the earth.

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

It is an odd state of affairs
when I must destroy my body
to stay alive.

[SkyCetacean]

Yellow buslines along streets,
Angry, boisterous yellow lines
Shouting and choking
On their own vomit.

[Buh4Bee]

(I made this up on the spot, but then I had it edited.)

October Moon

I sent a smiling moon,
a pouting moon came back.

I sent a harvest moon,
and nothing was returned.

[jajdude]

(man, this new format is doing things to me)

He wanted to be someone, he said.
I said, well you already are.
A man, a carer, a rover among stars.
He said that was not enough.
I said well life is tough.

We sat and listened to the stars.
The sky got mellow, and we heard from afar
a sound that said you are what you are.

[Buh4Bee]

I had to give a kid a test!
I had to give a kid a test!
I had to give a kid a test!
Because he was dumb.

I gave a kid a test!
I gave a kid a test!
I gave a kid a test!
Darn, this is one dumb kid!
How do I tell his mom
her kid is dumb?

[BienvenuJDC]

I see you sitting there, adorning a scarf.
Your precious profile, your chin, your cheek
As you turn toward me with a thoughtful gaze,
giving the nod of consent that I seek.

I notice your stature, your presence, your form
Present with all gracefulness and charm
Knowing that you have seen me here,
Any angst I have you disarm.

[jajdude]

The fabulous people, are they real, they don't own toilets.
When you cough they stare, when you stumble they glare.
They wake up in suits and their socks are pressed ironic.
The all got it together people, the ones you hate,
the TV people, who in restaurants choose the right glass.
For whom toilet paper is a mystery and combs a wild guess,
walk around in fantasy.

Their uncle died last week.

[Hawkman]

Pension Fund

I wish I had a wishing well;
I’d hang on it a silver bell
and when the people came to spend
their hard-earned cash for what it vends,
the chimes would sound to let me know
before the evening sun’s aglow.
And after they’ve all gone away,
or just before the break of day,
I might go out and harvest it
not looking like a total tit.

[jajdude]

They say pity comes with sadness, I disagree.
I say it comes with heart, come and see.
The heart holds the sleeve and the sleeve holds me.
Come and take a look with me.

You say love has an angle, I might agree.
I've seen dust and angles, not much to see.
Take a look around, now look at me.
Come and hide your face with me.

[jajdude]

Re-reading this thread and when I look over my own old posts, don't we all, I read them in the voice of Jim (old guy from Back to Future) from the old sitcom "Taxi" --- watch it sometime if ya don't know it, good show. Most of the writing is crap here, most of it mine, but there is some good stuff, and that is where it's at. I don't believe in working on writing anything really. It's either there or it isn't, and usually it isn't.

Easiest thing in the world though is to dismiss a piece of writing and critique. Go ahead, I don't mind. This is all on the spot, no forethought from me, just a germ of a think. Write better stuff if ya can. Go ahead, I welcome it.

[jajdude]

My brother Jim, he smiles.
He has done miles.
Studied mathematics like a bird.
Listened quietly to every word.
Fell down, we got sad.
And how I wish I had what he had.

A brain unlike most you'll meet.
A stranger on the street.
My brother Jim.
No one is like him.

[jajdude]

An expression of love comes and goes, comes and flows, like that thing you forgot.
You forgot that thing. I found it, full of dust.
It was laughing, that silly thing, had dents, and winked.
I think that was what we think we thinked.

Then the train came by, and there was the sky.
That "fark?"ing sky, all blue and dumb.
I drank some clouds and dreamed of numb.


Tell me I am trivial.

[YesNo]

Estrogen and androgen
May help us want to be
Together. So? Life aims to win
And teases merrily.

[jajdude]

We are snobs you and me and I,
Saviors, heart achers.
The day is on its way.
It's gonna smell bad.
Like this piece of, well whatever the hell this is.

[YesNo]

One last chance
Cramming dance
Bonding, sharing
Like romance

[Twota]

How?

Somehow, it started,
some other how, it ended,
and I don’t know how.

[Buh4Bee]

Flower

A winter's thaw,
produces a blooming flower.
Frozen in place,
from the cold's return.
Sweetly smiling,
under the heat of the sun.

[Steven Hunley]

Lover's Prayer


Allow my spirit to rise,

On the diaphanous wings of your love,

And soar like an eagle,

To heaven.

[Buh4Bee]

The sun painted the sky
And I watched it
Bleed across
Helplessly like the love I
Feel in my soul
For you, my God.

[Buh4Bee]

Hallow emptiness rings
like the chimes
blowing in
the winter wind.
A sad
and lonely song
played for
a small soul.

[BlackPearl]

disappointed


Such a façade
Appeared as the courteous
And the impervious
As one with your word
And not as a third

[Buh4Bee]

Joy
I sway with the maple branches
as we sing our hymns in church.
I think of that little star and I find
hopefulness.

[Buh4Bee]

Should I not be here,
standing on my road?
The story of my life...
Many paths have crossed
mine and turned back on their
own way. Looking back,
I see the discarded hearts
and broken glasses.
I laugh, because this
scene is old and so am I.

[Buh4Bee]

I love how M F
rolls off the tongue
Like a bowling bowl
hurling at the F
I love the BOOM!
When it hits the ears
Shouting M F to the Heavens
M F can you hear that?
M F a sensational
feast for disposing caged rage!

[jajdude]

Some pain came on, oh it was gorgeous and filled your future bragging rights
I can tell them what I've done and where I've been
such a small thing I am, you are, let's grab some air, anything to puff us up

but I was through this
yeah I know
I was through that
yeah

each happy in superior nonsense

[cacian]

now what?!
said the maiden
to the voyage,
to oars pause!!
said the voiyg,
let waves sail on
and off you trot
off to some
no man's land
should you encounter
ET do by all means
say
be be
space voyages's wippy

[Shaman_Raman]

Coffee down,
saliva brown,
on the spot,
the clock
tic tock.
What now,
creative maybe
no no time,
rhyming just by chance,
overthinking to a trance
Ill end while I'm ahead,
great now an ache
in my head.

[cafolini]

If you are below 50, take some L-arginine. Above 50, some beet juice and L-citrulline. In any case, if you weigh too much, take some CLA. Keep caffeine under 200 mg per 24 hrs.
Good day!!

[tailor STATELY]

3.11.2013

The plum tree
blossoms
have proved
their mettle
... now fall
like snowflakes
petal by petal

3/11/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[cacian]

crunch a kitkat
and sit with rifraf
it never ends right
so try tax fax
over a hard flask
and see the mask
wack a hard pack

i heard a fracas
i thought it blagger
and then i looked
and it was a crooked
silent as plunked
i knew too good
not to spoil cruse
but then i crude
never for mute
ever remember
to switch my member
to zero tender
i get a fracas
instead and sack I
a bon deserved terminal
third

[cacian]

once upon a time
a man fell down from sky
he caught a perfect light
that stood him up up right
the landing was a startle
beautifuly he had felt
because his feet were
certe
he was about to walk
all around planet caught
exciting was the cold
that caught up with his
warmth
as he ventured out to plot
a marvellous applaud

[Adolescent09]

Fun riddle inspired by a forum name most people know here!

cOuld life be sets Of letters tO UntanglE it’s titlE?

1
Mistry
Stry
Mst
Mystris
By
MystrMystyry






Answer:

Myst(E)Ry
St(O)ry
M(O)st
Myst(E)ri(OU)s
By
MystrMystry

MystrMystry = Mr. Mystery

The letters that clarify the riddle are obviously in the capital letters of the first sentence


Hey, I know that was stupidly easy, but it was fun for me to make it up, although all the creativity comes from that forumgoer’s name! All credit given to him!

[cacian]

the sacred
races
to
the wind
that paces

the road
ages
to slow
phases

and regret
majors
to turn
wages

to gain
pages
road
tenders

in youth
it maidens
the speed
it raisen

and amen
the sacred is tamen

[jajdude]

Snowstorm in May, oh, cruel, foul weather,
When will you get your act together?
I've been struggling too long, here comes another day,
And all you have for me is a snowstorm in May.

[Adolescent09]

I start to bray on the filth of my breast
Gold knots for sinews in my simpered lobe
testosterone pebbles in divinity's lap
he blooms like like tulips in consternation
festooning my mind with goth paupers.

[Silas Thorne]

This end in ending brings me to a fit
not fearing neighbours heard your rush of f ucks.

[MegRose95]

I want to cherry-light cigarettes with you
And drink Jack Daniels and honey
Until we can no longer taste the sweetness
I want to look up at the smoke you’ve exhaled
To watch it create cloudy wisps that make
The sky look like a Van Gogh Painting
I want you to notice the way my eyes
Seem to change colour as the night falls darker
And I want to tell you not to get up
So we can stay here a little longer
And pretend that everything we do
Matters

[prendrelemick]

Nicely done Meg.

[jajdude]

It seems you've advanced but what was it you've advanced from?
You have more money now. That's an advance surely.
Time was not wise.

No, it wasn't about money. I'm just as deep as poor.
Of course, money never mattered.

Then the word loser came to mind and god knows we must avoid that.
Oh, I've never fallen for the prescribed attitudes of the many.

Is that so?

[chirpy]

She won't read long poems.
She says they make her sad
like –
kids singing into a hole
thinking it's a pit.

[Varenne Rodin]

I like it, Chirpy.

[Varenne Rodin]

There's a field where everyone goes to die
and they all clasp hands
as they lie in the tall grass.

The sun is warm and bright and not one feels
as though this is soon
to go into the empty.

Pain has never been given to pain here,
nor is there a care
about this false weigh station anymore.

[tonywalt]

Brilliant Varenne!

[Varenne Rodin]

Thank you, Tony! :)

I almost never like things I write, but I liked this. I'm glad you read it.

[Maximilianus]

Meaningful outcome Var! http://smiles.kolobok.us/artists/just_cuz/JC_goodpost.gif

[cacian]

take pleasure
in what you do
because without it
you don't do
you grow
new into old
such weed
is told
smile is sold

[jajdude]

When you realize most things you write are like most things you might say.

That's not good.

You have not thought, even though it is just thought, and not you.

Or perhaps you have thought too much and you should give that up.

[jajdude]

Oh My

[cacian]

sweet talk me
but that is all you're getting
after that it's letting
either you go
or I so:
honey leaks low
hardens by the mo.

[jajdude]

I want to cherry-light cigarettes with you
And drink Jack Daniels and honey
Until we can no longer taste the sweetness
I want to look up at the smoke you’ve exhaled
To watch it create cloudy wisps that make
The sky look like a Van Gogh Painting
I want you to notice the way my eyes
Seem to change colour as the night falls darker
And I want to tell you not to get up
So we can stay here a little longer
And pretend that everything we do
Matters


Love it.

[jajdude]

Please note I meant to quote that wonderful piece of writing.

[jajdude]

Her fingers hurt from too much care.
You saw her, at the train station.
She was buying tickets with her last 40 dollars.
Love devoured all of her face.

The child was close behind, restless.
Lovely child, without a care.
Superman is real, and kangaroos can fly.

I saw that woman and wondered how she did what she did.

But love devoured all of my face.

[jajdude]

Do we notice beauty?
It's a real question.
It's in the leaf that falls.
It falls and takes shape.
And there you are, all self-important.
More important than the leaf, which falls.

[jajdude]

Where the man fails to notice another he fails to notice himself.
The other is talking of his woes and cares, how quickly they envelop him.
He's drowning while the other man is looking at his watch.

[slipee]

Sound intermission
cigarette in the turnstile
stationary since
Habits mine to feign
passport stamps for arranging
the mind entertained
I'll know something soon
distant elasticity
an epiphany
Loosened like a thread
undoing just a little
but now more needs more
luckily we move
slaving to a timetable
saving from ourselves
Fretting? Don't bother
it's your provocative mind
philosophising

[jajdude]

While the other is talking words inhabit your mind and it's selfish.
But you can't help that, it's what you've always done.
Rarely have you listened without your self-involvement.

You were taught all this.
Self-centeredness is the formation of society with envy as the sideshow.
Rarely can you put yourself aside, the all important you.

If ever you can, it's wonderful. How rare those moments are when the me is not the thing.

[jajdude]

Contraindications:

Don't you ever suppose you are not the put together.
Don't you ever think it came from another.

Don't you ever cry it was not me.
Don't you ever say you are not free.

And then we look at the facts, the what is going on.
You're operating on influence.
You're crying from the herd.
You're an offside of genetics.
You're not original or intelligent.
There must be a reason you are what you are.
You say hey, not so deep.
This is not deep.
This is the same old leash a dog strangles on.

There's so much more than this. I don't know how much. So much more.
But we need a quiet untroubled mind.
Not one tethered to habit and routine and stupidity.
Not one bound to words.
No beliefs, those silly things.
The foundation is hard to put on the ground.

[YesNo]

I liked the part about the leash the dog strangles on, jajdude.

[jajdude]

YesNo, I won't take credit for that. I'd give a bit of this to J. that is Jiddhu Krishnamurti, an influence.

A lot of this is weak poetry or weak philosophy, but these are just words.

The analogy was that the mind is like a dog on a leash, or it could be a record playing over and over, as you can see in yourself, the routine, and how dull it is.

Creatures of habit, and where we like our routines and the security that brings us.

The fact is, and this never stops amazing me, how insecure the human being is, no matter how rich or attractive.

[jajdude]

When you spoke of yourself as belonging
to a group, your community, your region,
your nationality, your whatever,
was that a longing to be a somebody,
anybody, a whoever,
and when you died for that belonging
did you suppose it had a meaning
beyond the nonsense the tribe had told you?

[jajdude]

Follow up: The tribe has told you nonsense, imagine that.
Anyone who cannot stand alone is lost.
What has the tribe told you, and who are they?
Imagine in the woods a tree who tells the other trees to be still, or blow when the wind comes.
So the wind comes, as it must, and it is strong.
You follow that wind and the dust.
It's fun and let's go with that.

I like this wind and I like this dust.
I'm caught.
What can I do?
I see this wind and I see this dust.
There's nothing I can do.

I watch this wind, and I watch this dust.
I'm not part of it.

[jajdude]

To Dylan:

Writer of many a great song.
I fear your time may not be long.

[jajdude]

Most people don't meet the image of success or happy because few people are, and those who are don't the meet the image.

The happy people are burdened with work and family and too busy to think of the images.

I'm not sure how happy most of them are either. I think they are happier than the images though, who look miserable to me.

[jajdude]

Isn't it a shame we need invocations and salutations to meet a semblance of harmony?
Songs call to racial harmony and commercials divide the sexes.
Was there a division to begin with, without the intervention of idea?
The interruption of idea has corrupted our unity.
There was unity to begin with, then we got clever and stupid.
It's tiresome.
Now we're trying to patch stuff together with rainbows and farts.

Not the still mind. That which knows it was all nonsense to start with.

[jajdude]

Funny how easily the train of thought is derailed.
It was threadbare to begin with, and it was best left unclothed.
What a boring creature, this detailer of thought is.
You grow sick of it, so we all do.
It outlines your inadequacies and brags about your hurts.

Then it comes right on back, brand new, full of beans.
Hey there, thought again, got something new and special for ya!

Go away, thought!

Only, thought is what you are.

[jajdude]

When you think of love you imagine a kiss,
Or some long lost person you dearly miss,
And the heart holds time and goes like this:

A stranger in the rain holds a note and it's for you.
The words are muddled, and the truth is true.

Then you fall on tracks and hurt your back.

You curse the rain, the train, and the love you lack.

That's what happens when you love and they don't love back.

[jajdude]

The person you are thinking of is not quite the person you are thinking of, but close.
Thoughts arrive and they fail to meet the image.

That person is as vibrant and as changing as you are.
Are you a set thing?

Habit gives way to summaries. It's easy that way.
So into your outlook the other is an easy piece of time.
And into yourself a load of confusion.

[prendrelemick]

Outside its cold,
My bones feel old
This bed is fine
But its time...:(

[jajdude]

I'm not all that stunned nor astounded by the crazy antics of others.
I see them in myself.
Oh, I see them. The people and the antics.
I see a world of ignorance, and self-absorption.

Contained in this is a sad lack of awareness.
Intelligence is so rare but we have it.
Mostly though we are chasing a fantasy.

[jajdude]

Each passing thought has its place I suppose, in this unread diary of self.
How dull it is.
It lacks acuity, sharpness.
You will pass from one frivolity to another, daily, hourly, within minutes.

This just happens, though we pay little heed. It's not poetry, it lacks beauty.
It's life, the daily encumbrances, the withdrawal and the satisfaction.
You will fade, and habit will have its way.

With this, you and I will commingle. There need not be separation.
The seething consciousness will see that there is no division.
Whatever you are, I will never know, as sure as I have no awareness
Of all the stuff that goes on in the restless outlook.

[YesNo]

Everything is ordinary.
Everything is blessed.
Everything sings out for joy
When through the heart it's pressed.

[jajdude]

Winter leaves like a bad roommate. Takes its sweet time.
Pick up your stuff, and go, you jerk.

Nah, I was here for months, what's another month?

The crows are there, noisy, stupid, and hungry.

The crow of winter will not go just because you want it to.
It will take its time, you know what crows are like.

[2X2E5]

Not feeling fine and I haven't seen dandy,
people walking on the colder side of the window,
and I'm here sipping on coffee and over-worked
hands which touched the beans I'm digesting.
What team do I belong to, and why is it so hard
to puzzle this world together? We don't need politics,
but three steps ahead, and one roll of a dice,
we'll pick it up again to start carving up what we can never
let go.
We love chalk boards and blue papers filled with promising
numbers, lines, and shape. We will want them
when we are older.
We don't need clothes, we don't need paper, and we don't
need morals. We don't need peace, we don't need war,
we need to be told what we need and what we don't.
We can learn to draw and learn to piece,
but in the end, haha, it does not mean a dick,
even if you want to invert the sand clock,
stop faking - you still learned to draw from someone else.
Even if you learned to draw all by yourself, you would not
learn to love your art, but simply see it as a need.
I don't know what to make of all this greed
but I feel guilty for enjoying my coffee
and looking out the coffee shop window.
My meaning and feeling is not pushing boulders
up hills or making rocks, no,
it is to look out of coffee shops.

[Majesty]

What are simple lines dispensed
in mellow stanzas? yeatsian beauty.

and those pessimism that whitens
every poem like clay?
larkin's shining head with a hollow stare.

more than that,we have laureates who
summarized that the night is wide
despite lingering on a narrow bed
for either cave or snake.

what if,all of them died of famine(the living ones)
because the poetry industry is giving way
to lyrics and songs;
will some one write a poem as sad,as narrow
as though straight from the womb;
fresh baby
coming to birth to witness the dead?

- Majesty

[jajdude]

All you got you deserved
All the roadways down
and the fickle light you fell for

When the butcher came down hard and slashed
You cried but you asked for it

And when you forgot that in the pocket of thought
all the things you imagined and forgot
wherein you yourself was the observer and the observed

You ended up all chopped
Cut in slices and back into the butcher shop
A hungry slab of meat

[jajdude]

He spoke of possibility and for that little flash that happens, was it even a full second?
When there was nothing going on, that great emptiness that has no word.
Until the funnel of thought returned and bastardized the whole thing.

Then he made an idea of it. And that ruined it.
He wanted to keep it. That was the problem.
You don't keep these things. They come and go.

So you return to the old and the known.
These are what you are.
Except, occasionally, you will disappear.
When you're aware, the other will fade.
That's beauty.

[jajdude]

The contest for who had the hardest time was not well attended.
The winner couldn't make it.

The ones who showed up to brag about how rotten things were and had been got tomatoes thrown at them.
The audience was sure they belonged on the stage.

Ultimately the event was cancelled. The host was not feeling well.

[cacian]

humble makes me think about
life
I realise an action has a reason
and a reason has a heart
so I treat it
and it gives back
time
spend less
and I get the rest
I guess it is for the best.
what remains impress.

[PeterL]

I think I'm on the spot.
So whatever I write is
To the point or on point,
Or is that only on radio?

[YesNo]

I think I finally found the spot
Upon which I can write.
I'll sit and sit and sit and sit
And then I'll think a lot
And when I'm finally sick of it
I'll write what I have got.

[mal4mac]

Make up on the Spot

The spot grew larger until it filled my world,
Then it wasn't a spot, it was a nightmare unfurled!
Let's make it up! I said.
Phew! It whirled up again, grew smaller, withdrew.
No longer a spot, just a dot on the horizon;
I watched it carefully.

[YesNo]

I meditate upon the spot.
It meditates on me.
And when I'm medicated, well
My meditation cannot tell
If that's the spot or me.

[cacian]

is the spot
going to dot
or is it going to be a lot?
either way it needs to not
too much can become a got.

[YesNo]

This spot could be a polka dot.
Some say that it is not.
It's red and round on shiny gold.
Some still say it is not.
But I insist that they have got
Their metaphors all wrong.
The facts are there,
But they don't care
Today to sing along.

[illiterati]

When I wrote the poem, I felt substantially "tiny brightly colored animal icons are my only friends"

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When I wrote the poem, I felt slightly "Anonymous Chupacabra is my SOULMATE!"

[YesNo]

I put the plant into the pot.
The sun came out and it got hot.
I watered it, perhaps a lot.
I placed the pot upon that spot
When Alice said I better not.

[cacian]

I put the plant into the pot.
The sun came out and it got hot.
I watered it, perhaps a lot.
I placed the pot upon that spot
When Alice said I better not.

I like this one YesNo :)

[cacian]

life is a kite
and when the wind
blows
it rise
and when it rains
it lows
nothing drives
it until
it loads.
energy is that little
bit of flow
realise it and woe.

[YesNo]

realise it and woe.

Thanks, cacian. I liked that last line.


Whoa!

"Whoa!" I said unto my horse.
My horse said, "Rider, woe.
Dismount or I will take you there,
To Heathenwood, my Queen rules where
The gold and silver sparkles. Dare
You ride with me to her wild charms
Embrace her with your human arms...."
I told my horse, "Let's go!"

[Hawkman]

This is a poem made up on the spot.
I think it's probably fly dirt,
but without a microscope,
or an analytical chemist,
perhaps some CSI
desperate for a job,
it's hard to tell.

Too many kinds of spot to be sure
but at least I know it's not a zit.
A zit is a very recognisable type of spot,
for it has form and content,
and, if you squeeze it,
you can usually get something out of it.

A bit like this poem, really;
a putrid harbour for bacteria,
an infection waiting to spread,
a cancer waiting to metastasise,
a barrage of imagery
that takes you somewhere you
probably have no desire to be.
Art.
In part.

By the way, the spot is brown,
about three point five millimetres in diameter
and it adheres to the page of a book
while masquerading as an over-grown full stop.

Maybe, if I leave it long enough,
a bookworm will eat it,
sicken and die.
No more bookworm,
no more spot.