Spontaneous Poems

peripheral window
where secret wonders display
and life is solved though hidden away

so quickly it shuts
before a mind wanders inside
the decisions not yours to decide

an ark would be nice

a flood might surely wash the drought down the drain
and be worth enduring the forty nights and days of rain
better than watching as majestic pines turn slowly brown
and finally among once verdant stands come crashing down

an event to cause mother nature to hike up her gown
as waters make even giants tiptoe or else drown
so put those pontoons on your home and make of it a boat
and gather any relatives and assorted personages of note

It's been so long since I rhymed
no thoughts for Edgar in my mind,
my sore knee robbed my spirit
of Blythe hobbling within it.

BBB

Hi, BBB. good to see you here.

How the people make you stare,
through the windows in your hair:
bouncing and loping,
dancing, groping -
So secretly admit you really care

freedom is
on everyones list
whether pro or con
the fight goes on

freedom is subtle
freedoms a muddle
with constellations
attached to all applications

freedom is fragile
its enemies agile
so easy lost or shaken
it must be daily retaken

freedom is
on everyones list
whether pro or con
the fight goes on

freedom is subtle
freedoms a muddle
with constellations
attached to all applications

freedom is fragile
with enemies agile
so easy lost or shaken
it must be daily retaken

I wish the words that attack me in the shower
Were a little more determined.
Easily repulsed, replaced along their ranks
By troops with greater grit,
The first and freshest
Lose their chance to be recorded for posterity
And I retain fleeting regret
That some tiny Truth, briefly glimpsed,
Is lost to the morass of my sloppy old brain.

Honey-sticky skin
Mud tracked in
Summer begins
In the upper Midwest.




(toyed briefly with "In Wiconsin." ugh.)

Most often when I jot down my inspired thoughts in the day I get home to transcribe what turns out to be gibberish. I think I shall make that my sig line.

when last night i heard the cricket sing
i felt honored
in my tree a mockingbird did dwell
and i felt honored
but when my neighbor railed
the magic was sullied
i out of sorts felt bullied

alas , he picked up his faith , upon setting down his sword
lookin to the eyes of wraith , with no greater reward
then to hold his life
between flesh of his own hands
then the cold of a knife
boy become grown man
when he uses his stone hands to build a life
rather than Conan , fill'd with strife


consumed by doubt an inhibition
in the tomb of doom no way out but to shout an pray she'll listen
intuition, intertwined , with the devine premenissions
wishin is fine , if ur fishin the sky ,
caught some cloud nine an some fish on the line

he prays everyday no matter what , no matter how much it sucks
an that feelings stuck , to the pit of his stomach , he won't give up
like a spark that starts in the dark of the heart , don't give up

Don't impugn
my pink balloon

Rumination

It didn't happen for us then,
Do you wonder, why?

I guess, my sweet,
that in those days
you had other fish to fry,
and so, my love, did I.


Now eight long years
have slipped on past
-oh, time does surely fly! -
and here we are again my dear,
will we be scared to try?
-jjorge

Professor and jjorge - Thank you for posting. Always a pleasure to read something besides my own stuff.

edgarblythe
never strife
us clever types , have to stick together
the endeavours life hands us
through the plights , of doing whats wright we take flight
we take our travels by night, along the moonlight
to be first to watch the skys dawn
souls know what we have our eyes on
some horsepower to ride on
renasance cowboys ,with the quickest side arms
take a shot an avenge the men ,
take a shot of adrenaline
take a shot cause the ends the end
locked in the dungeons blugened by sorrow
out the window in flow hopes of tommorow
few brave crept out the grave , saved the day
restraints nothing but feint memories
blood on the sword paint cruesade stained by saints energy
truth is the blade , is only as useful as the one who yields it
its on there brains mentally engraved in the veins they feel it
through the tragedy's of strategy
the laughter after doing what we have ta
we smile like the child inside the troll which never grows
hid under the bridge inside ya soul , an most would never know
if it were'nt for clever souls !

live life
give life
forgive life
for if its right
forge if its light ahead
forget, u may have to fight the dead
no bullets left , knife the head
army of zombies
armies don't want peace
why u trying ta harm thee vegetarians they dont want beef
they want cheech an chong
hand bongs an zongs
turn speach to song
turn the speakers on the beats is on
the minds of the decay
the rhymes on a delay
live life like its D Day
yo Dj ,Replay, live life like its Z Day
never sell out E-bay
tell these demons to get the hell out
well these heathens get there spells out
Peace , to the Deceased
ya hell hounds are hellbound fell down a bottomless pit ,
an think theres no god in this bitch
till ground .....

i opened my orange to peek inside
well the clockwork bled out
it didnt need no spout
i mourned for magic as magic died

he took a chance , with that community chest
wasn't tryin to monopolize , those thoughtful eyes
since that first look , innocense that church look
in a sense what eva made her look
caught his attention
wanted to see her after class
caught in detention
wanted to see her after social
had ta do it after music
the aftermath was vocal
half the fluid in there bodies came out
rained out
the drains spout
danced , sang , shout
till the brains in there scalp , came out
remember that look , like what r you thinking ?

jumped into the firey crimson , weilding a heart and a feeling
grasped the devils gauntlets ,as the ceiling sparks building
the buildings dark ,willing to march through the abyss with a fist
worlds feeling parched , noah's filling arks
children feeling dark as a villian stealing spark
free masons be patient spilling art , fueling stars , with skills n smarts
must be why they shine so bright at night ....