Spontaneous Poems

hey edgar youve alays inspired me budd


watching life as it passes
i watch the two towers recorded each crashes
ive seen the passive turn to facists
ive seen both half full and half empty glasses
i watch life contradict
husband an wife com in to conflict
i loose my words my throats constricts
ive watched poor hopes to become rich
an a wealthy prince marry some bich
now through all this ive learned one thing
life cathes up fast and so stop running
dont let life past and do something


this is the professor AKA michael dugas

a street poet

a street poet

Aye, perfessor, an a good one.

a poem should crack like a whip
slap above or between the eyes
reduce the reader to a quivering mess
or at best leave them feeling lucky or even blessed

Hey Ed, cleaning out my bookmarks and found this one .... thought you might enjoy ...
Cool stuff

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Actual, factual, reality
Healthy, concerned abnormality
They say the greatest fatality
Is living life itself

Fictional, addiction of vanity
Realized, enlightened insanity
Against all greater profanity
Save me from myself

Trivial, convivial, happily
Drinking and dancing in Napoli
Believing that greatest fatality
Is living on a shelf

never disagree with a herd
you wont get the last word
and will never be right
but jot it all on paper
use this for your rapier
once theyve sunk in their plight

how delicious when you can say
you simply had it your way
and treated me to swill
well now you don't look all that big
on your fours just like a pig
room at the trough eat what you will

Using a stanza from one of those earlier poems I wrote, but, ah well..I don't think anyone will mind too much.


To the barrow downs I go,
Weary as I walk,
When I talk my voice is low,
More and more distraught,

I'm feeling guilty,
All alone,
My soul's been split,
My name unknown,

They will never know,
Of the murder that took place,
I will never show,
Of the slaughter that he faced,

I hope they never question me,
Don't think I could take it,
Maybe they would set me free,
Or maybe I can fake it,

If I hide the evidence,
They will look for more,
But I can never suffice this,
For that peace that I adore,

I'm a generally happy person, I don't know whats been up with all these dark/brooding poems. I'll try something peaceful.

Clouds swirling in the sky,
Sitting under my peach tree,
Only wish that I could fly,
But I'm very content with me,

Cars riding slowly by,
Drinking some of my cold tea,
If I died I wouldn't mind,
For now I know that I am free,

poems take on a life of their own. all we can do is release them.

they are scornful
i am scorned
play nicely together
see the mournful
feel them mourn
time to change the weather
there are bulbs who light the day
and lights who play a stealthy way
where closets do matter
come out the yellow
come out the green
into the sunlight
too free too mellow
the peaceful scene
for things to go right

hey bawb dont mind those guys on the never ending rap battle forum they get intimidated by new people and really alot of them are just writeing so they might be famous thats why theyve lost touch with the art im all about the art its apart of who i am your welcome to say a poem anytime on that forum by me i welcome newcomers



the night skys so dark
the stars so bright
in my sight as i sit in the park
i can see the twilight

the hair on my arm lifts my senses
i can hear screams
and a man beaten senseless
i hope its a dream
cause i feel frightened
fists made of hands
and i stand fighting
to help the man
overhead i see lightning
together we stand
i feel good for doing the right thing

as night turns to dawn
the storm soon fades
the grass i lay upon
i press my shoulderblades
as day grows long
i sleep were i laid

wake up tommorow
i feel refreshed
my mind without pain or sorrow
it remains in my flesh


hey edgar

tell me what you think of this one i value your opinion but of course im always interested in hearing others opinion good night all and sweet dreams

Haha professor, thanks man, but they don't really phase me. It's just an internet forum after all.

Like it prefessor, but don't forget, I am easily entertained.

thanks edgar


that is true though haha well im glad you like it

look at life as you would a flower blossom
it blooms and then its gone
beautiful for a time perhaps
bound to disintegrate to the elements
if thats not enough
perhaps we want too much


poetry? I don't know. I wrote it on the agnostic/atheist thread.

in the catalog of wasted words
peace succumbs to the buzzards first
its the one where the final round
is another fence where they put you down
yell rattle yodel but the catalog holds sway
bang against the old corral only the sadist gonna hear you bray

shadow in the bone
parlor on the floor
intestines in the chair
heart is in the wind

blow your nose
roll your hair
call your lover
dont fall asleep alone

your eyes gleem like the firelight
and your words are from paris right
cares from your heart all hang on the vine
you grew on a star and watered it with wine

and your songs for me are harnessed to that star
picking me up they carry me so far
wrote in your heart sailing to my own
letting me fly where you have flown

They can't all be good.

Written by Edgar Blythe



I think this one's good Edgar. I hope you don't mind, and I feel like I should ask permission, but I keep a file of collected poems I really like. I have one of your other ones already in there- the one about how the dew on the grass looks like a broken mirror. I'm embarrassed to say I didn't ask at that time, it was a month or so ago - but now's a good time because I'd like to put this one in my file too. Do you mind? It's just for my own viewing. I don't post stuff that other people write anywhere.