Spontaneous Poems

The Little Child's Faith
It's a comfort to me in life's battle,
When the conflict seems all going wrong,
When I seem to lose every ambition
And the current of life grows too strong,
To think that the dusk ends the warfare,
That the worry is done for the night;
And the little child there, at the window,
Believes that his daddy's all right.

In the heat of the day and the hurry,
I'm prompted so often to pause,
While my mind strays away from the striving,
Away from the noise and applause.
The cheers may be meant for some other;
Perhaps I have lost in the fight;
But the little child waits at the window,
Believing his daddy's all right.

I can laugh at the downfall and failure;
I can smile in the trial and pain;
I can feel that in spite of the errors,
The struggle has not been in vain.
If Fortune will only retain me
That comfort and solace at night,
When the little child waits at the window,
Believing his daddy's all right.

-Louis Edwin Thayer-

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try to breathe , but i deceive
, what i believe , but i the tree
will grow
or die ,still human control
, keeps a watchful eye ,
watch will i
bloom , under your toxic fumes
vines grown under rhinestone
im shown ,the flesh, of my home ,death
my own breath '
mount everest an k2
my stone chest
frozen but my blood stay blue
chosen not to give up for what they do
the balance on my scales weigh true
learned my talents on day 1 prevail on day 2
since my first wake
the quench thirst make
war drenched in the stench of the trench earthquakes
third world from the sun , venus second from
did this on the first take , deem this the second one
reverse the verse genius , correction
the first carbon based genus ,correlated to infection
related to the debated section

of history
asexual love mystery
mister she
misdemeanor
sorry but mother earth , ive never met a miss thats meaner
a fish thats greener
a biiiich , thats mean ur
dirty
clean up my act with mister cleaner
ya heard me

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My Anthropic Principle

every moment that has passed
leads us to this moment.
every choice that we have made
brings us to this kiss.

we are meant to be.
what more can i say?
design qua purpose.
me qua you.

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Pathetic Fallacy

it's raining, it's pouring,
but no one is snoring.

there's thunder and lightning,
but nobody's frightened

it's cold, almost snowing,
but you'd never know it.

because when you're dead inside,
you don't really notice the weather.

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Bohne wrote:

A new year just started
but what does that mean?
Will my life start all over?
Is my slate again clean?

Are errors forgotten?
Arguments solved?
Meanness forgiven,
by all involved?

Somehow I doubt
that this is the way
the cup that I broke,
is still broken today.

Without a little effort
it will all stay the same.
Because after all
it is still the same game.

The rules haven't changed
but if you're willing to,
the players can change,
that means me and you!

We can spread a little laughter
make fun, dry a tear,
this way every day
we can start a new year!

Good points, well made.

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Re: The Departed

act0370 wrote:

Until my death in shallow grave
With only heart to give I gave
To you my love all the love I've saved

Don't take my death to mean I'm gone
The life I've lived will grow till strong
And the strength I gave will stay for long

Use my heart to strengthen yours
And take my life through life as oars
And make your way from "ours" to "yours"

I'll kneel beside you love, till dawn
You'll know I'm here when you feel I'm gone
My shade will stay but form's like song

Goodnight my love as love departs
I've breathed the air now breathe my heart
And take with you my love to start.

These images are both strong and gentle.

Thank you.

This really moved me.

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A path in Darfur
A girl walks down a dusty path
It's one that she has walked before
She walks along it everyday
To get to her house in Darfur

She doesn't know that she'll be shot
by a Janjaweed today
In a second, for no reason
her life will be taken away

But still she walks on down that road
Her ugly fate to be upheld
She stops along the dusty path
Though not by means of her own will

Her mother in Darfur is not at ease
Her daughter is late returning home
She goes out to find her daughter
She runs along the dusty trail

And then she sees her lying down
Crimson blood seeping out of her dress
and the mother kneels beside her daughter
and with such sincerity she wept

And although her cries
were not heard by my ears
I felt her pain
And the wetness of tears

And so I reached out
and offered her a hand
I helped her up off the ground
So that, with dignity, she could stand

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the buckets dirty , the shirts won't clean
up it hurry , the work , wont stop the phukin worry, don't dream
don't sleep don't cry don't eat won't weep
little bo beep beat those sheep
looking at his mindeye wondering could he be so deep
looking at the water receed from knee ta toe deep
took in my last chances jump or leap
cash advances
putting change in glass pants is
a bad idea if ya ass dances
i come to leave ya with questions and don't ask for answers
like a hookers engine's down revvin
no doctor but the revrin's sayin its cancer
heaven's a cul de sac when god call's ya back to a dead end , answer !!!answer!!!an sir !!! answer

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Spontaneous poetry?
What a strange idea!
Nevertheless,
Ill carry on no fear!
For poetry is art,
And an art nevertheless,
What else could it be,
Without spontenuity!

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Here, the wind howls like a wild dog
up on the moors
where trees bend to the ache of freedom
and granite fists rise ancient
On the coast, waves roll above the rooftops
battering the skies
i stand upon the tide of my tribe
casting fear aside
While gulls toll majestic acrobatics
in the failing light
I have my reasons, my godless cries
Soon comes the night
Let nature decide the seasons

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Which ever corner I go... There they are
Like they new I was coming
Waiting for me to pick them up...... perhaps?
Some are from my past fights
Wars I thought I had won
They keep coming back
Making me wanna quit "not again" I say
I find me:
questioning my reasoning
caught up in my own personal fight
struggling inside me with no hope
Sometimes they make me weak/I make me weak

Just for today I vow to keep up
But does the vow change anything
Is it enough to set me free from what I brought upon me
What ever excuse I give doesn't mend them together again
They are broken pieces from my young life
Here to be mended but its too late

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Why are there no guidelines
Surely someone has been here before
Why aren't they telling me which route to take
Do I just close my eyes and take a plunge
What if I drown in my own choice
Be a victim of my own feat
Will it just be my fate
Just another number in the stats
"one of those who didn't make it"

"Follow your heart" they say
If only I knew what my heart was telling me
Probably I wouldn't be confusing me
Whatever they say, the choice lies with me

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a long drive around the country side
green pastures and grazing cows
away from the annoying beat of civilization
For a moment.. all seems right
light breeze caressing my skin
rough road feels perfect
I dont belong here but it feels right

If only the world can wait
grant me a chance to experience
feel good without a consequence
let the worries of life pass by
be in touch with what's not mine

just let things be
let me dance without a tune
don't pound the drum I might go off beat
forget the music.. set me free
give me a stage and no rules
probably an audience but no applause

don't interrogate me...you might get what's not meant to be
and sob over misunderstanding
let the actions explain the situation
I'm not meant to do this but it feels right

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Meeting DEAD-lines
Caught up in the busyness of today
Eyes barely open catching up with time/tide/technology
Soft beautiful breeze blew dust into my eye
A particle so tiny yet enough to make me blink
For a millisecond my eye closed
A moment too small to account for
A fraction of time.that all it took
While I was blinking the world shook
For a moment not valuable.a life was lost
For that wink flash.help was too late
a child cried, hope was lost, death came
a future died, dreams got shattered, a woman was raped
all while I was blinking

I complained nonetheless
And forgot it could have been worse
Wasn't thankful for the breeze that came with it
"Why did it get in my eye?" I thought
I continued with my undersized life
?'didn't notice a tear drop that came down
to get rid of dust?? No
perhaps it served another purpose
it goes to the fathers and brothers at war
those sisters and grannies dying of hunger
the souls that pass like nothing happened
with no one to weep and mourn
where condolences are luxuries for the fortunate
I'm................ done......................

I managed to get my own page on your platform.. Thanks Edgar Smile

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What do I miss?

Kisses.
Invisible markers.
Love, not quite platonic not yet wild.
The merest graze. The gentlest buss.
Long held close.
Oh no! I miss those lips!
Not generic lips.
Not some hypothetical mouth-yet-to-be.
But my traitor love, my love-no-more.
The grinning glance,
The smack of greeting,
The sweetest elevation,
All much of a muchness.
Not to be copied
Or reproduced in any way,
'Less some puckish soul
Nip in under my radar
And lay his loving mark
On this scorched earth.

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spike
I've been reading your words, and I think you are talented. Good stuff, for spontaneous.

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Thank you kindly. I wasn't sure what the rules were for spontaneous? I went back over and edited for spelling/layout. How raw are we meant to leave it?

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There are really no rules. Whatever you feel good enough about posting is considered acceptable on this thread. We truly appreciate the efforts all participants have presented here.

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wish i was somewhere right now in a crowd
with music pumping thumping loud like
waves smashing on a beach
A distant fairground out of reach
i want to lose myself
like in a dream
go somewhere i've never been
be extreme for just a moment in time
find some way to live this life

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My lips stroked beautiful words
tender contact
moment of bliss
midst of pleasure
tried to hold on
unbearable comfort took over
with eyes closed I lost the grip

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