Spontaneous Poems

Would that I could be spontaneous, but it's a real strain to write these things lately. I think it's because I am into so many projects at once. However, I am still ready to try. I want to mention that Algis, benjamino, and wasveryhappy hve some good stuff, too.

put your apples in a basket
line them up along the road
sell them to each passer-by
to bake pie alamode

slice the peaches nice and juicy
in pieces good and thin
eat them happily with a fork
let them trickle down your chin

strawberries for the asking
in fields far and ample
pick them all before nightfall
and don't forget to sample

oranges in a treetop
climbing way up high they sway
give that limb a healthy shake
and move out of the way!

friend o' mine hunted pig yesterday
near the town o' gonzalez
come home a growth o' beard on his face
i asked how was it in gozalez

friend said he got a lot o' good photographs
of animals 'round gonzalez
and oh yes three hundred pound did blast
of hog on the hoof 'round gonzalez

i looked at the photo o' it strung up
from one o' them trees nears gonzalez
didn't like it but i stowed it up
he said good huntin' in gonzalez

blades of grass covered white with snow
frigidly dance a tune of the piercing wind
oh poor child of spring
you have lost your way
bullied by old man winter

AN OLD MAN
a man ageing fastly
was once raging gastly
he was in prisoned at youth
im here with his side of the TRUTH
if you just knew the pain he went through
you look back and begin to cry
he was charged for stealing why would i lie
the shop keeper lied to get him
jailed for life
she was his ex wife who troubled him
til night
once light, they would fight
you could say their relationship didnt fly
high like a kite
but as i write this poem tonight
his life went to heaven with stars
good night


hope you all enjoyed this write back your comments
please

yours
HERO

thankyou's go to edgarblyth
for complimenting what i write,
or wrote in my last post on here
a toast to him and boasts and cheers
to all the rest, for y'all are blessed,
to make this text spontaneous.
it brightens up my day at work an'
on this forum i'll be lurkin'

I LIKE this one.

Edgar is right.

I like this one a lot Edgar, especially the last stanza.

Hi, jjorge. Thank you.

my pen slips and my mind reverts
to the repetition of a thousand words
repeated ten thousand times

yet my pen holds no answers
to the questions I can find.

I am stupid
I am stupid

she wants to be left alone
sweet girl, so do I...
together you and I, will sing...

spring,
sin,
fount
ain,
mount
ain...

couldn't this go on forever?

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I realize this is a bit wierd. look, I've been listening to the same song for over 8 hours and it's getting into my head.

Good one, Stuh, benjamino, hero. You are all three very talented.

Thank you jjorge, nice to see you

lol dug this out of an email i sent a girl 3 years ago i think i was a sophomore in HS. I was trying to melt her heart and get in her room. It was somewhat successful i guess...


I can't seem to get you out of my mind
to erase your face from my eyes
Or your touch from my skin
Your kiss still burning my lips
And your words still ringing in my ears

Can i trust this love that is soo strong
Is it just a dream
Or was it meant to be
I want to be your friend
stay with you to the end
One day we will love again
The story of love never ends.

Where did you hide, butterfly?
I couldn't get myself to find you
Tell me, was it behind a rose?
Because there I didn't search

I, naive, search where you're not
Butterfly, I can't catch you this way
You, deceitful, deflect me from the truth
Mystery, do you want to kill my love?

Hundred word soul
You never use one
You lack truth
I lack virtue

Puerile games we play
While smiling to each other
You change like water
I change like stone

Joe, your poems are subtle, filled with lots of meaning. I like to read them.

Discreet
Ah, young love. Thanks for posting. Ya'll don't be no stranger, ya hear?

thanks edgar

joe, I like your comparison between water and stone...it's very female/male



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with each passing year, the pyramid grows
with each step, I can climb higher
closer to up there, closer to somewhere

I'm building a mountain of bricks
from the walls of my humble home
how high must I climb
until I find what I'm looking for

how many times must I complete the triangle
only to tear it all down and make wider

as time goes by I'll quicken my pace
but it doesn't matter, I'm still losing the race
I race against me, and from me I flee

I'll never get higher

Good, stuh. Keep writing.

Thanks for your comments, I've been having a nice time reading in this thread lately.