Spontaneous Poems

theprofessor, Endymion will be able to give you a better formal critique, I'm not very good at that. But your last 2 had a strong emotional impact, especially that last one. Social commentary and justice in poety form, so direct and compact. I loved it.

darkness fades into light
lights gives way to blackness, its a rotating cycle
for which I am glad it is you
who brings forth the light
and shows the way.

Good to see so many posting here
i like reading spontaneous stuff
i find it has something that edited work lacks

i mean, it makes me want to write
and i haven't been into writing poetry recently
so thanks to you all

I recently lost the itch
to make a metered pitch

hey tell me what you think?


a soul so awakened taken by the fire makeing
for a higher power desire devoured the hours
minutes away from reckoning give myself a labotomy well im disecting things
i hear the last words beckoning for the light reflection brings
direction
footprints lead to a fork in the road next to and a knife an a spoon
hoof prints red the fork
cork in the bottle all i have is a can opener
talking to mutes with an open ear
i just heard they found the fossil of picasso
drowned in 1 inch a water
found innocense in slaughter
jesus realized it was his daughter
nomad mauraders takeing whole pads of blotters
finding uglyness in all we adore in
left brain neighbour to the right and we call ye foreign
healing all wounds with shots of amnesia
puttin polysporin over these damn seizures
the thought of death put here for man's leisure
satan is talking to god again and he told the arabian damien
it's just a damn teaser
of whats coming
sluts sluming
an nuts cumming
dumbing down the questions to bring up the international I.Q level
why do devils
do what they do
so they can get high on two levels
why do babies fall for a crawl when ya'll no you could just stand tall
well you can take a living legend
and probally end up giving dead ends
why's have guns become mc's bestfriends cause guns only have led friends
its the only ones they'll let in

There's lots of good lines and inroads of thought here . . .

Lost a friend. Twice.
Once when it was clear I
Made a mistake
Of attribution, once
When you went away.

Enjoyed the play. Just
Loved anticipation
Of new and complex thoughts,
Not always understood,
Winging here to me.

Inspired by words.
Able to express myself
Without critique
Or fear of that put down,
But in company.

Spike, I've no poetry in me rite now, but Ed will be back, I promise...

(You are appreciated, my friend)

Thank you, Ed.

Sometimes this is a very good place to be.

"The good old times "

the good old times

black and white photo's of memories past
only thinking about the future so we could remember thee past
simply sweet sililoquy
a lil you and a lil me
humble hope and a dash of humility
the one who helped me become who i came
from pain to pleasure
the oasis
who rained through the dessert
created a sandstorm a mans form transformed an worn the weathered hide of leather wether id ever have grown if i hadn't had known that sandstone
the winds meet the same time every year to whisper
how much i miss her
never felt so touched as when i kissed her

I've found that most people who follow a thread like this one will never post. But there are quite a few who appreciate the efforts put forth here.

I used to try to write at least once daily, but ran out of inspiration at last. Never know. I might get started again.

There are times one should take patience in hand--
Try it out. It's not much in demand.
If you lost a true love
From 'hit, slap and shove'
She'll tell you, Forever you're banned!

Sorry U lost your muse, Edgar. Ike was enough to cause anyone to throw away the pencil, the page AND the thought. You will come back strong... keep reading!

How wonderful to hear from you, theollady. I have always enjoyed what you write.

When seen from a distance
Perspective is altered
Parallax error
Applied to the heart

When facts are distorted
And feelings all wrought(ed) (9rin)
Then wry comprehension
Will play a large part.

Statement of Claims

Would you marry me?

No Way

Would you wear my ring?

If you feel the need to label me as yours. (shrugs) meh
I DO like the symbolism.


Would you wear an "engagement' ring?

No. I'd keep knocking it.
And you'd keep getting angry,
Every time I lost the stone.

But,
I want to give you something.

GOOD!
(Grabs lapels, fiercely thrusts face into other face)
(first, quickly sews lapels on T-shirt)

STATEMENT OF DEMANDS

1/. Kiss me in the morning,
As if we were both still teenage.

2/. Open your mouth, like a hungry hatchling,
When I have sashimi in my chopsticks.

3/. Grin so hard that you can't chew,
Looking in my eyes.

4/. Don't object too much,
If I sound like a Tourette's sufferer,
Making love.

5/. Hold my hand.

the calm nature of fury
opened up to a world so busy trying to bury
insecurities in a hurry
when the worry
causes immunity impurities
giving another trinket of hard earned therapy
to diagnose the size of dose n severity
of prescription
conforming the original individuals description
turning the face of a mountain to a clean slate
void of encryptions
a memory grown to amnesia void of conviction
no destinction
that is the day we will know exstinction


Hey everyone how are you today , please give me your feedback on this one ?

the feelings come from within
run within
the human race
doom an grace
exhumein faith
took the river ride to the ruined gates
souls hold flooded
so cold blooded
wont move from the darkness of the heartless
painting a picture of the conflicted artists
writeing a scripture giving life to martyrs
cutting the tension without a knife to harbour
living gets easier
life gets harder
i hold the key to my pandora's box
i wont open it or lock
when travelling unravelling times silk
im built
from the web i weave
i believe my guilt
will either be dead or leave
my filth will have bled over my sleeve
put on a new suit of armor and over achieve

hey everyone hows it going ?

Hi theprofessor.

I really like your mix of the visual and the cerebral. You seem to turn the language of social control back on itself. I get a kick out of reading your stuff.

P.S. It can take a while for people to run across new posts. Don't sweat it.

eyes went shut, a boring sermon
it was just me, don’t blame the demons
the preacher went on, goodness of this world and what’s to come
kept that smile and friendly look
can hardly recall the words don’t mention the verse

eyes wide open as they told me to lie down with hands raised high
remember every word said, though I lost my mind
highly attentive action before command
missed that verse, might leave this place in a hearse
to make you listen….a smile or a gun