Spontaneous Poems

aidan-

I understand your reluctance and expected it, and I would have responded the same way. I just thought I'd ask! I am published under a different name and don't even want to reveal how to find my kids books in the library.

On a side note, I have been hearing from editors that they are starting to refuse to publish pieces that have been "published" already on the Internet. That might include even a sight like A2K. I understand that they want to protect their exclusivity and copyrights, but it's sad to think that some of the wonderful writing here might never get published in hardcopy.
(But I'm not sure that's even the goal of most of our spontaneous writers!)

carlotta

Thanks for the information Carlotta. My teacher has suggested I enter a couple of the things I've posted on here in a poetry contest. There was some mention of only entering things that hadn't been published anywhere else or submitted for any other contests. I guess I should clarify what exactly that means.

Glad you understand about the contact info. I'd still love to see one of your illustrations if you'd feel comfortable posting it.

Spoken Word is the current behind the dam
and I am a flooded city. It hits me with
onomatapoeias, spits in my face, slaps me into
social awareness. It shakes its fat, while
I de-rib, de-bone and skin my every word.

#78

Lost in the thicket
Brambles pluck my clothes
And scratch my skin
As I go
Finger branches catch my hair
Prickly vines entwine me
Uprising roots impede my way
I slow
Mired in ancient soil
Tendrils snare my limbs
Green fingertips sprout
I grow
Captured by the thicket

I am the Wind in the Dust

I am the wind in the dust,
And my mind will never rust,
Just put away your broken dreams,
For a thought is ne'er what it seems.

When I saw the western sun
Setting; I knew day was done,
And I could see, though your dark lies,
I'd never see another sunrise.

You blow sloftly through my leaves,
And I know: my mother grieves,
Abusing is her childrens' way,
Though they all know she's not okay.

For thought is something you feel,
It feels just seems so surreal,
And you can try to understand,
But it will blow away like sand.

I am the wind in the dust,
I'll never betray your trust,
And as I slide around each grain,
Tempt me, tempt me; I feel no pain.

Is this thread still used for spontaneous, off-the-top-of-your-head poetry?
(I hate to be the only one posting unedited (sometimes bad) poetry)

Ode to margarita mix,
Splendor in a blender
Portable friendly fix

Lime, salt, and Mexican brew
Coming to terms with the worms
In hopes all your words slur true

a note to Cola,

I consider my poems spontaneous because I write a new one each day, pretty much off the top of my head. I do write it first in my word processing program, edit it as much as I want, and then post it to this site.

Lots of others write right on the site, others do as I do. I think they're all spontaneous, and some quite good.

do what you feel comfortable with -

carlotta

Carlotta- thanks. i am geeting out of my comfort zone by writing directly on the site, usually with little or no forethought. I think it's a good exercise for me.

By the way, I enjoy your work.

Queen - cool ...i liked that

#79

The Topiary Forest

The snow was lighter than air
As I passed through the misty veil
Over the crunchy white carpet
And down the winding trail

White figures in the darkling forest
Startled, then became the trees
Hung with bowing arms of snow,
And etched with icy fleece

Powdered monsters prowling
Were only snow-backed shrubs
Shivering on fragile stick legs
Clumped in frozen hubs

And the silent silhouettes
Inside the drifting snow
Shaped by topiary phantoms
Let my imagination grow

cola-

be spontaneous and challenge yourself. you'll do well.

carlotta

I personally post right to the site, only editing a little. And, though I don't just go right off the top of my head, I do consider it spontaneous.

BTW I think everyone posts 'sometimes bad' poetry. No one's perfect.

Let's review it once more, for the inner Godchild
thou shall not lust, use the 4 second rule
divert your eyes, and if you run over-
perform an emergency lobotomy
And when using a vibrator, a max of speed 3
or those visions of sugarplums
will come twirling like medusa,
in the event of arousal- perform an emergency
decapitation. Better to lose a sin-cancerous limb
than have to find Jesus all over again.

sorry, i had a frustrating day:)

I'm no poet
I try, but somehow I always blow it.

#80

Then

I found a box of photographs-
Remember those horrible cords?
And the hat with the floppy rose?
It was wonderful to be so easy
In those ragamuffin clothes.
You were Adonis in a beard,
Don't laugh, it's true
And here I am as Momma Earth
With golden elfkin on my hips
Madonna smile upon my lips
The future at my fingertips
Gone now, except
In fading photographs

carlotta -man, i love that "don't laugh it's true" ...awesome

#81

Now

Time keeps on passing
A fleeing paragon
This precious moment
Is already gone
Passed away like ancient stars
Whose light alone shines on

Time keeps on moving
Without pause or breath
The midwife of the cosmos
Is mightier than death
For matter once created
Gives time the benefit

A return to simplicity is in order
A return to Frost is in order
a stroll along the grassy embankment
of the Trinity River is in order-
But I start again, there is nothing
simple about the city sewage pool, or
the sewage slinging across city hall.
But there is something simple about
you Leah. Two syllables that
break me down, atom by atom.