Spontaneous Poems

poems is

poems stands on a table
like the salt a condiment
they hides under the label
a very own continent

poems speaks beyond words
beyond initial fizz
like the very guts of birds
because dears they simply is

You are such an ideas man Edgar. I get a real kick out of unpacking your stuff.

Thanks. You are highly talented. I always look forward to more.

Eagles danced
On bluffs
Before fading eyes
Of time

Trickled streams
Silver
The once mighty
Waters

Four wheeler
Who rules
Turns it into mud
Dust - tears

O god " but I love this house!
My ramshackle, cobbled together
Rabbit warren of a home
With the resident wombat among the stumps,
The converted aviary-cum-verandah,
Erstwhile office, now sporting the attractive
Possum dug feature-hole in one wall.

Layer upon layer upon layer of history
And of cladding on the walls, inside and out.
It's a wonder that the wind still leaks.
Topsy turvy construction, dado and wiring
Inverted, according to the whimsical scheme
Of a previous owner.

Held together with baling wire and chewing gum.
Primitive, impractical and somehow fun.
My rambling haven. Welcoming, warm.
Though physically bleak and draughty, its charm
Lies in its combo of age, adaptation.
There's nothing this house hasn't seen and transcended.

The girl is Jenna.
She's a prick.
Thinking of her always
Made me sick.
She thinks she's all that,
Everything and more,
But the truth is she ain't nothing,
So y she rich and I'm poor?
I hate the bitch for her bullshit,
And being so stuck up.
Why is she successful,
And I'm a **** up?
Strip her of everything,
Money, wealth, and fame,
And she'll finally come to realize,
That she is totally lame.

Dedicated to the girl who is friends with someone who don't like me.

I don’t want to be saved
Or need to be saved
From myself or from fortune.
I’m strong as can be
Don’t you protect me.
I have muscles that I
Haven’t used yet.
I’m fey and I’m fly
I’m able and arrogant
Wise up to fate
And its games.
I’m adamant,
Granite.
I’m clinging to sanity.
Staunch as a citizen.
Keeping tradition
Of strong Webster women.
Retaining my grip
On a fading humanity.
Though I skate on the edge
I’m a monolith too.

Loved that, spike!

No more chances are coming your way
I don't care if you can change
I lie awake till dawn
until the baby wakes
I look at him, and see your face
now from you I can't escape
feel like i'm in that movie groundhog day
monotony
change, bathe, feed and rock to sleep
whilst you live obliviously
I give my all to him
you gave DNA
and come at me with what they say
sometimes I want to fade away
It makes me sick the way you are
he deserves better, he is my star
I dread him asking where you are
what will I say
that you would rather be out having fun
than look after your beautiful son
you dont even know his face
missing memories you cant replace
once he's grown it'll be too late
I wont miss a single thing
I'll raise my baby like a king
teach him to love, laugh, dance and sing
because he is my everything

I've just been in North Rhine-Westphalia
And it real nice down there I can tell ya
These autobahn routes
Get you there, suite de toot
When I next go there, buddies, I'll mail ya.

LOve it.

...Please! teach YOUR little king to
RESPECT women --starting with you,

so he doesn't think his DNA
is gold, and it's all he has to pay

to HIS child's mother -- or any girl!
( Was he once HIS mother's world? )

P.S. forgot to tell you,
I LIKE your poem!

Hi there, jjorge. How do you like our regularly posting poets? I love them, myself.

I wondered how that would come accross, treating him like a king maybe I should of worded it different. It sounds as if i'll spoil him but to make my son a gentleman is of the upmost importance to me. When he is older I know he will do as he would have done to him and treat others with the respect they deserve, especially women, he lives with 3 : ). You have made me think though, where if anywhere did his mother go wrong?
ps: thanks for reading my poem!

Sex, drugz, rock n roll,
Speed, weed, birth control,
Life's a bitch, then you die,
So **** that **** and let's get high.
We're from hell and not from heaven,
Cuz we're the class of 2007!

Party hard, rock n roll
Drink a keg, smoke a bowl
Life is sex, sex is heaven,
CUz we're the class of 2007!

Hi, dirtydozen. Thanks for posting that. I enjoyed it.

r u class of '07 too? omg I can't believe it's already been 3 years since we graduated! I can't believe we could finally drink. Where did all the years go?

Had I graduated, I would have been class of 1960.

night and day intertwine
shiiit I must be out my mind
those were the days I lived it up
proud to say I didn't give a ****
extacy had me feelin fine
up, up and away with time
seeing whatever I wanted to see
and blocking out the rest of me
streets were our playgrounds
when the clubs kicked us out
drunk and disorderly?
what you talking about ?
I aint even started mate
you think i'm fucked?
well you just wait

I was just doing what everyone else did
smoking and drinking when I was a kid
harder **** came in my teens
I was someone else in my dreams
get high, get low, get outta control
and stand till I couldn't stand no more
life looks different from the floor
I lived down there
believe I know

now those days are dead and gone
and I cant say I hit the bong
now I know where I belong
natural highs keep me going strong
see when I made a life
I really made two
You made me when I made you
now I dont need no drugs to do
see the world from another view
standing tall on my own two