Spontaneous Poems

Life is such a daily dither:
What and Why and When,
...and Whither.

Me and my doormat mother:
The world is too much for her to bear,
It hurts her too much just to be aware, she'd rather be numb, she acts like a bum, and I am neither here nor there.

Looks like we've come full circle.

This thread is still alive?

But of course. It will never die, so long as I am on a2k.

This thread began in Nov of 2002. I am going to highlight some of the contributors, who were good company and interesting writers. The first responder to the thread was phoenix, but she did not stay long enough to produce something noteworthy. But I thank her and new haven for being early and taking part. jjorge was here early, but did not contribute substantially until a bit later on. So, today's featured contributor is

PIFFKA

and the poem:

I dashed this off on another topic, but am proud enough that I'd like to add it here. I was inspired. The edit was only to properly spell divine!

Ode to a Bloody Mary

What is it, dear, about you,
That makes me love you so?
Piquant you are and salty
As the fabled Russian roe.

You have a lovely color,
You have a taste divine,
You give me all I need to
Wash away that awful wine.

And so I thank you darling
For the pick-me-up I need.
You are the hostess with the mostess
And I love you dear, indeed.


Last edited by Piffka on Mon Nov 18, 2002 10:18 am, edited 1 time in total

Spotlighted Contributer #2

PATIODOG
did not appear that often, but always came with a delightful humor.

Give me a blanket of fog
To keep the quiet in.
A paddock of snow
For making angels
In.


If I had a hammer
I'd scratch my foot with it
And I wouldn't have to take off my shoe.

Absolutely delightful, patiodog.
(you are a writer and a poet!)

Thanks for reposting that edgar.
That made me smile.

I miss piffka

Yes, me too, G.
I just noticed her spontaneous poem above Patiodog's.
Lovely!

Looking forward with anticipation to more of your highlights, edgar.

Highlighted poet #3

CHATOYANT
Posted relatively rarely, but always was worth reading.

GLIMPSES

Glimpses into the future,
we could be as one,
our souls colliding,
but this was just for fun.

Fun is laughter,
or so I thought,
Laughter is deceiving,
my smiles were for naught.

The light is slowly fading,
With you still on my mind,
The darkness all-consuming,
Glimpses can be blind.

#4
JJORGE

Then jjorge struck:

ah! my fellow A2 knowers
so darn clever so per-verse
chant your couplets, sing your sonnets
do your best or do your worst

keep 'em coming, keep 'em coming,
I can never slake this thirst
I will read what e'er you write here
any blinking thing you durst

But write a little worse than I do
lest you might my bubble burst
I've spent a lifetime till I found you
- a place where I can finish FIRST. :wink:

And he appered regularly throughout our run.
'Christmas, Two Days After'
(December 27 2002)


Why do we slide back?
Why can't we stay
Gentle, forgiving,
For more than one day?

One day at a time
We struggle, to live,
And we learn and re-learn
That we get when we give.

It's Christmas
two days after.
where went our kindness?
Where, the laughter?

I Pray to be patient,
Slower to jeer
I can be different,
...Kinder, from here...
( jjorge )

#5
KARA
did not stop in that often, after an initial entrance. This was Kara's first offering.

We are being covered with snow
It has been falling all day
This is better than the early show
(Or the late one, any way.)
In fact, it is less snow than ice
And Frost instructed us there.
If you drive here, some advice:
Foot off the gas...and prayer.

#6
DEBACLE

debacle did not post that much, but I always enjoyed it when this sort of thing happened:

I just read the Tales of a Shropshire Lad,
An' I'm like, y'know, it's like ... well, y'see
It's like New Year's moonlight on a restful sea,
Beautiful and quiet, but .... sad.

also

Stopping in Ditch on a Snowy Evening

Whose ditch this is I think I know;
I bet he's eatin' supper, though,
And ain't about to come down here
To dig my car outta the snow.

He could - he's got a big John Deere;
With chains, a winch, or some such gear,
Ten minutes is all it'd take --
I'd only have to sit and steer.

It's quite a walk I'll have to make,
And that right there looks like a lake;
Thin ice is all -- huh? what's that beep?
Why, it's my cellphone, for goodness sake!

Don't use it much -- the calls ain't cheap,
But beats walkin' through snow this deep.
I'll call Triple-A ... Let that creep
Huggin' his stove go take a leap.

#7
LITTLEK
Did not post many but was around quite a bit.

This lass spent the day in Target
There was mayhem in that marché
Checked off my list
not one gift was missed
And what a debt I am in - oy vey!

fallen off course
through the thicket an leaves
fallen off the horse
a riot to the wicked an deceived
the quiet conflicted ,chest constricted can't breathe

ignorance cant read
greed can't share
justice isn't fair
and rarely equal ,
demons an angels were barely people
arrogance has gotten so high the air is lethal

shield's put down in own defense
a castle once home to a thrown has grown a fence
to seperate the classes
told to accept the fate the masses
built secret societies an classes , this clashes with the fascist
well the passivist , half full glasses , looking for away past this
time passes, as is expected , till through the fire a squire steps
the queens secret admire fueled by desire
set determined not to be fooled by the liars

climbed the wall they once call'd heaven
where he met an angel,
an a family of demons named sin he met all seven
cloaked in desquise ,smoke in there eyes,
everyword they'd spoken
was broken theyd lied
concience of a tired man sleeping away his sorrow
as the dawn sparked tommorow
awoken inside
light enters the chambers filling the halls
a knight ventures feeling in awe
feeling as if instilling no bloodspilling a law or killin at all
would be prudent
as to all lifes lessons the evervesent student


cherrio

Good one, prof.

#8
JESPAH
stopped in a few times also.

Last-minute fixes, emails deleted
eyes getting sleepy, my bed calls, "I feel cheated!"
time to retire, and now say "Good night."
I'll see you tomorrow, my pixelated light.

thank you very much eddy , glad you enjoy'd it = )

#9
CAVFANCIER
made his debut with these four lines:

unedited
the road map
to human frailty
becomes all too clear

He rapidly grew as a poet:

When honest questions
meet mistrust
and the dust of ghosts
diplomacy is challenged
the balancing act
of explanation,
without extrapolation,
(the train is leaving the station)
dissecting words leaves one cold
makes one very old
before their time

I would like to present them all to you, but this will be the last one for here. Cav was well on his way to becoming a fine poet by the time he practiced on this thread.

The Wedding Dinner (this morning's thoughts)

How will the hors d'oeuvres be,
hopefully not a sea
of brown drab "thank you for frying,
just for me."
Sincerely, the hotel is fine,
once, in said establishment,
I even worked the line.
I always thought it best,
just to be a guest,
but given a role,
it is hard to acquiesce,
given my profession,
all chefs need lessons,
and the groom is so close to me,
my brother, bless he, and his lovely bride.
Let's hope the kitchen team
is on our side.
The chef and I disagree
on minor issues of filigree,
I'm sure it will be lovely.
I just hope I don't forget my song,
or choke while singing before the throng,
thank god I don't have to wear a thong...
My tux makes me look like a waiter,
That's it, I'll check in later.