straw haired man in the field
arms stiff as rods legs
painted smile on bunting head
forlorn post harvest and sad
I can see everyone on this thread really likes poetry. I know a great site called PoemHunter.com; you guys should go there and look around. It's a poet's wonderland. My name's Jace Gatzemeyer if you want to look me up and check my poems out.
(So sorry if I'm spamming, just thought you'd be interested
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any time :wink:
Time Is An Ember (sorry this isn't a spontaneous poem)
I've landed on my feet,
I've hit the ground running,
On this dead, ancient street,
So simple --so stunning.
Oh I remember when,
I ignored it's beauty,
And now I'm here again,
Sworn to do my duty.
Eliminate the past,
Why ever remember?
Things never last,
Time is like an ember.
It's good one. I have sometimes taken a long time to write certain poems. On, "Once Upon a Perfect Time," took two or three years. I would rework what I had again and again, but never felt satisfied. Finally, in a series of breakthroughs, it took its present shape. Not a classic, certainly, but it was the best I could do without spending another few years on it.
I start getting worried once my eraser burns a hole through the paper.
That's when I feel like a perfectionist, but you know, one must never give up.
True. I kept some writings in a box over twent years before finishing them.
Yeah I have alot of notebooks. You can see the progression of my poetic skill in them. Some of my first poems are terrible.
I think every writer, no matter how good, has written some terrible pieces. I would bet even a Shakespeare produces a few pieces he is ashamed of and keeps hidden. Many of we moderns let it all hang out, but, time will sort out the chafe if we don't.
fleeting leaves trickle down
from trees to lay in waste
the raking process then begins
at a quick and even pace
scattered on the pavement
left soaking in their scent
departing eternal DNA
imprinted on cement
#16
Sunday evening's entertainment
Good friends, good wine, good talk with
Silly-sloppy-sophistic-scrappy
Fussy-froward-frowzy friends
A late night
I slept tight
Monday morning's just a little fuzzy
Will she, won't he, did she, was he?
Nevermind, nevermind,
I am in the real world again
The leaves are falling here as well, colorbook, and the raking season starts
in earnest. ( and it's not even good exercise!)
As the ages come and pass
I remember Leaves of Grass,
And the feelings given to me
Thoughts and outlooks, true and free.
i've never made a choice
there's always been one answer
just one right answer
now I don't know what to do
don't know if I should go with you
Wise trees stood firm face to face,
Emerald leaves rustled on its arms,
They stood lined up in two rows,
a road in between their form,
open for all to walk upon,
whether ye be kings or beggars,
all are equal in value,
as all should be,
even in the midst of beauty.
some men go to jail
other men go to dallas
the first one has no bail
second one has no malice
still he rides the highway
all the way into the city
and he sleeps along the byways
he scorns this town without pity
wondring who stold his lady of liberty
#17
Don't let the dream slip away
Dream on for yet another day
Give it one more chance
One more chance to make it true
Dream on
Life is only what you dream
Nothing more and nothing less
Don't give up your dreams too soon
There is nothing else
You might as well Dream on
true love
the one your always thinking of
the one who is always on your mind
the one which you spend your whole life to find
one beautiful day your heart will stop time
when your love is intertwined
on such a day
that grass is green
where snow is not allowed to stay
a breathless wind moves in again
and hums throughout the day
#18
Beautiful baby
Once you weren't - now you are
Are you from earth, or from a star?
You came to me without a past
From here on, your future's cast
But for this moment, little sweet
You are perfect and complete
Beautiful, beautiful baby
