Spontaneous Poems

There are more snakes and parasites
in the male population of our species
Than real men

interesting....

delightful, Edgar!

Hi, Jorge. I am not much of a poet these days, but on occasion I try.

very nice! I particularly like these lines:

'...I found that while I built in sand
With efforts of my right hand
My nemesis, my well known fear
Was my left hand working over there
It sought to tear down what I'd done...'

You've certainly captured the way I feel sometimes, but if I were to agree with you I would know it's confirmation bias. Men are just people, too. But I have been disturbed by some of the attitudes and opinions I've encountered on the web. Anonymity gives us access to thoughts that otherwise wouldn't get shared and, the scope of the web, to people we wouldn't otherwise encounter.

Your nemesis piece was moving, and true for more than yourself. (and nicely constructed.)

You rarely post a piece that doesn't leave me with a really strong image and food for half an hour's thought.

You make me feel special. I have to say that our regulars on here are extra special people, who never fail to produce great material.

Thanks jjorge. It was a response to what edgar posted right before. His poem was pure inspiration to me, though I may have interpreted it very differently from what he intended..

Life
loves
you!
Love
life
back!

mama know you love me
wherever you may be
i know youre thinking of me
through all history

i love you in my memory
see your eyes bright as they can be

mama know i love you
wherever i may be
im always thinking love dreams
through all history

‘The World is Spinning Faster’

It used to be, it seems to me,
that folks could wait until date three;

but nowadays, by second date
The time is right to fecundate.

'Self Absorbtion'


Some may look askance at me,
I have my father’s nose you see,

it’s larger than it needs to be,
Why did he do this thing to me?

I have my mothers butt and height,
if I could switch them both, I might,

lt’s true, that life is so unfair,
-I'd like a smaller derriere-

I’m sure to you I seem so needy
[ I hate my eyes, they’re small and beady! ]

but dad was kind in one department


[it’s crouched down in its tight compartment ]

the above is not autobiographical

...exactly

stopping so suddenly my brain crashed
i stood there woodenly impulses smashed

then a dog
piddled
and my leg warmed

i felt so
little
and so alarmed

i heard a butterfly swooning
saw it crash on the lea
i stood there mooning
it could have been me

"...i heard a butterfly swooning..."

very evocative edgar!

“Us”


There are only four words 
in the English language 
which end in 'dous':

‘tremendous’

and

‘stupendous’

forfend us

dear,

but alas

it’s too clear

that we’re

‘hazardous’,

and though I

don’t wish

to upend us,

we could be

(I fear)

...horrendous!

-jjorge

If you seek truth by revealing lies
And look for trust among thieves and spies
If you hide your quest from prying eyes
Then truth's obscured by alibis

Who can love by nurturing hate
When hate makes heart disintegrate
If jealousy's the guard on your gate
Then this guard's blade will seal your fate

If you seek peace by waging war
That ocean never finds the shore
You're bound to sail forever more
If you seek peace by waging war

And so we find that by our wits
We seek to conquer opposites
Truth's not after all lies are said
And love won't bloom when hate is dead
Peace comes not when all tears are shed
As joy is not to know no dread
Truth, love and peace are tender seeds
They grow by our care, not by clearing the weeds

Bravo! Very nice!