Spontaneous Poems

#10

BumbleBeeBoogieup next.
Her first offering was modest.

The White House Rose Garden
Bushes in the White House Rose Garden

Be careful of the seed you've sown
If in your plot an idiot is grown,
Banal weeds sprout mounds of pardon
In the Bush White House Rove Garden.

---BumbleBeeBoogie

More clouds
MORE CLOUDS

I stared at these new clouds in my old age,
trying to recapture the imagination of my youth.

But the earth's spin rushed the clouds by too fast
and the shapes curled and twisted so rapidly
that I could not connect them with anything
from long ago or to anything the future held.

I could only enjoy their beauty briefly
before the next rain storm came thundering in.

A too brief respite of contentment.

BBB


THE COLORS OF MY LIFE

In my youthful blue fantasy period,
my creative mind was awhirl with
artistic and inventive ideas
to catch the wind in a gossamer net.

Philosophical idealism,
and boundless physical
and mental energy convinced me
I could weave ropes of tawny sand.

BBB

She posted many poems of her own. Later some not her own. But I'm getting ahead of myslef.

Here, an August storm
the hail precedes the downpour
I close my front door.

Thanks.

#11
DIANE made the plunge with this. She occasionally waxed poetic thereafter, but often gave encouragement instead.

A poem to find a meaning
A song to find a beginning
A cry to work toward freedom
A plea for honest courage
To fight for peace, not oil.

#12
LETTY was already a good poet when she joined in.

Carefully conducted, orchestrated.
Beauty always overstated,
Velvet petals for the base,
And spores of moss are every place.

Gentle fingers interlaced
Make all our woes more easily faced.

Edgar, did you know that Diane had so much poetry inside her? She just was shy about showing it.

BBB

I liked what I read.

#13
OLDANDKNEW always pleasant, brought a good voice to the mix. Here is one of his early ones

Daughter Knows Best


My daughter phoned tonight
Hello dad, how are you ?
I'm fine I said and how are you ?
Oh I'm ok, how is mum ?
She's talking on the other phone
I'll get her when she's finished
How is work I asked my girl
It's great, it's going well
Any more plaudits ? I asked
What's plaudits, she replied
As in laurels, I said
What ? she asked
Congratulations from your boss,
she said you were doing well
Yes dad. I am
Plaudits as in applause, said I
There's no such word, I was told
I persevered, yes there is
Never heard it, was her retort
You wern't listening then
You've made it up, such disbelief
You've got a degree, yet I know more
She laughed and said stop teasing me
I bet a carton of ciggies I'm right
I don't smoke dad
Time to start, I thought. Now,
ask your mother, she'll tell you
Yes dear, her mother said
Plaudits is a real word and smiled
No, he's not often right but this time
for once he is.
Was daughter contrite at all ?
Was she heck as like.
Can you pick me up dad
at the station this weekend

#14
THE PRINCE
What a good guy. He writes a bit of verse now and again. Like this:

Dreams scattered,
Like used newspapers,
on the train
buffeted,
by the cruel motion,
fluttering
without purpose,
trampled,
by countless shoes,
smudged words,
which once told a story,
of hopes, joys and sorrow,
to be confined,
to the dustbins of life
like my love,
unrequited

#15
JACKIE was fun. Here is one her poems.

I face a night of deepening time
Where souls will learn , at last to rest
For when there comes the final climb
I clutch my DETERMINATION to my brest

No word of kind or tender sent
No chance to speak and share in voice
There's only bent in painful chores
Till God shall know, I repented my choice.

And in the Flight to Glory, sweet
I see the children-- gathered home
New trails to find, new sunny street
So- hear me. I cannot succumb.

as the phoneix dances across the night
to bring a new dawn upon the loss of light

true love never dies
it opens ur eyes
an puts hope inside

she's your breath of fresh air
in the depths despair

every bump , bruise an scrape
love is a fine wine without time its just a grape
just wait , n live the life trust makes

in the furnace of earnest i know you broke the mold
a beautiful body , but a smoking soul

still remember when she sang

true love never dies
it opens ur eyes
n puts hope inside




night all you wonderful minds an beautiful spirits

The Prof"milkboxkid"

#16
GELISGESTI was a treasure. Why he left a2k I will probably never know.

fears drift up
through balconies
of unquenchable
insaitable
lusts
forming within
building, bubbling
to a crescendo
till I moan
four scoop banana split with double hot fudge please


Doug .... or should I say DOUG


Morning Let .... you gonna eat that cinnamon roll?

travelled a long lone road
through the dark in the cold
followed the unwritten code
she wrote on his heart
the nails she used
synapses spark n relapses everytime she passes
trying to capture her art
a picture can mean a thousand words
take a thousand pictures
to express , what a girl means to the world
light in the tunnel
stomach grumbles , hungry fightin the rumble
livin life in the jungle
the beast come out
crimson moon full
teeth come out
only at peace when the suns out
on his knees lord he at ya mercy
last time she gave him a kiss was a hershey
road of redemption
road untraveled
soul unraveled hope its no dead end
judgement day , she holdin the gavil
judge an jury
no grudge or fury
as her playful eyes flash n ask , whats your hurry ?
looking straight sober
I wanna love you b4 the day over
the birds tweet
b4 the roar n the urge ta eat
turn to beast
murder feasts
howling n slurring speach
the beast inside tried suicide but liked the posion
enjoyin
the taste of her lips
face n her hips
a place where ships sail the deepest fathom of thought
angel eyes
with a look of redemption
the best intentions , show her nothing but affection
cause he can sleep with his guilt
but not let her rest with his vengance
he looked into her eye's n ask'd for the writers last sentence

There are some great lines in that one, prof.

thank you edgar , which ones ? so i know

Looking back now, I find a couple. I think it mostley is the cumulative effect, makes some stand out. But, these two I admire:
the beast inside tried suicide but liked the posion
enjoyin
the taste of her lips
face n her hips
a place where ships sail the deepest fathom of thought

thank you edgar , i shall attempt to cultivate my style with a lil more depth an a lil less rhyme structure

#17
GUSTAVRATZENHOFER
stopped in from time to time, with playful humor.

I think I will go to the lake
to bake a cake
and take a flake to sake
or am I fake?
my friend Jake
will never make
that mistake, or forsake
an obtuse rake

#18
gravy
did not stay with us very long, but I like this:

Almost standing still
the reluctant ceiling fan
slowly churns the air

#19
Joe Nation
Joe is one of my favorite people. He makes the words flow in seeming effortless streams and roads and byways of neat stuff.

If I can ask those clouds to refrain
from bringing on that mentioned rain.
and let the skies be just a little blue
this September Friday through,
For tonight at seven, in section 310
Lou and I will be watching pin-striped men
getting badly beaten by the boys from Boston,
while eating six dollars dogs, and chips with cheese frosting.
So hold off all you gods of rain
at least till after the Yankee game.