Spontaneous Poems

Well, individual, give us a link,
I like to think that peacocks
Aren't the only birds
That should be seen but never heard.

Great poems here, folks.
Love it!

Do you ever wonder
Why life is so surreal,
When you're running down a dream
And the dream is so ideal?

What if we woke up
Only to wake up again,
Into a life we have not lived
Asking who, what and when?

Are we really who we are,
Do we look the way we look?
Or is our own existence written
On pages of a ten cent book?

How do we know what is
Or what is not
When we can't venture
Beyond our own thought?

Life is one big question
With no answer high or low,
Yet we keep trying
Believing we'll beat that fatal blow.

So leave the bully alone
And save your bad retort,
Because in the end
We all learn
That life is just too short.

Yes, Individual. Someone once said the words, "life is too short", to me; Understated and sad sometimes. but ............

Look among the tomes of times,
Bookmark the page,
Highlight the rhyme.
No illustration there, you'll find,
Just the systematic pulse
Of all mankind
That looks back with jaded hope
And smudges on a yellow page.

Wow

here's the link

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=555421#555421

Thank you, colorbook, for the link...When I can get it all together--.....................................................................

Oh 'nilla luminescent wafer
High above life's dark pudding
Like covert dreams to savor
In lonely nocturnal brooding
How I envy thee above the fray
Who in wake time slip away

From a bird's eye view
We rush about, worrying
You're only one person
There's resistance all over
The world's a big place
And inside your own mind
Might be depressing and dark
Yet look out the window
And what do you see?
Majestic beauty
Its source is nature
There are mountains and vistas
And beyond the horizon
To the upper reaches
There's a bird looking down
Screaming at us
That it is free

Hi. Garath. Great first time post. Please come around often.

(i posted this yesterday, but it was in the wrong place kinda sorta)

If I am here and you are there
Is there always betwixt us air?

How will I or you know
how fast 3 blades of grass can grow?
How far do they reach, under the ground
and when they grow, is there the slightest sound?

I take the cars that pass on by
to be like toys coming nigh
The big giants above are rolling them on
with unseen hands, simply having fun

Can you tell me please
Can you help me out?
who decides which doors open in
and which doors open out?

Is my phone ringing loudly
or are my ears super-tuned
to me, I see a small bubble
to an ant, it's a hot air balloon

Could up really be down
and my smile really a frown
if so, would the ground be sky...
and clouds be underground???

Questions questions so many to ask
Answering them is a never ending task
I'll take my chances - why you ask?
to get to the bottom of the question flask.

Billy Falcon wrote a line,
Then vanished in the sands of time.
Where did he go?
He ain't no newbie,
Scattin' somewhere with
Scooby Doobie?

Letty I added a second verse to your poem.

BillyFalcon wrote
but never left a note
we always have a welcome ear
he'll be back
he's book marked here!

heh, heh! Color me stupid, Color.

Paint me blue,
Paint me white,
Paint me Red
With tempera light.

Paint my wagon,
Little Jack Horner.
Just don't paint me in a corner.

Onyx, lovely.

Garath, Aren't you from that part of the UK where they forge Sheffield knives? Your moniker reminds me of Gareth and Lynette. Welcome to A2K

Idylls of the king
They say,
Are meant to last
Are meant to stay
And oft remind us
Of the time
When knights on horseback
Jousted in rhyme.

Yes, I am, kind of; I'm at university here and don't know too much about the city. Sheffield used to have a really big steel industry but it's waned in the past few decades.. I know most of what I know is from The Full Monty!
I'll try for another, pray tell if you cringe
Kingship

A crown of thorns upon my head
A curse, thinks he as he lies abed

Bureocracy, administration
Warfare and preparations
Heirs and siblings
Fights and squabbling

I would sell my soul for a good lie in
These taxing duties get under my skin
But for my family I'd give it all up
That, and the thrill I get kicking butt

Oh, my goodness, Garath, love those words,
You're a balm and not a scourge,
So kick some butt, earn your degree,
And then the island will... just be..

All i can do is thank thee
A poem, dedicated to me!
Your words make me weep
And though i'm going to sleep
I'll think of this moment
As a fitting component
To life, as it is meant to be!

missing in action

listen the whirring blades
chop chop chopping motors
the daring escapades
over the fields and glades
the heat of explosions
the force of wind that fades
returning from tirades
ghostly chopping motors
flying for decades
again again in raids
fraught with meaningless rage
in the fields of all dreaming

I was lost
And found again
Of the colors and auras
Here had I lain
They were moving, grooving
I had to get out
And I had to escape
To learn why life was shrouded in doubt.

I ate the food
And drank their wine
Of every woman, all were mine
I could soar over mountain tops
And swim under the sea
Be anything I wanted to be
But anyone was able to understand
That none of it was good enough for me.

Real living and giving
That's who I wanted to be
But life was shrouded in mist
And in the glee was I
Alone with my misery.

Can you please help me with this one, the whole scheme is off.

Good morning, all.

Individual, As to your scheme being off, I'm not certain what you mean, but in free verse all that is necessary is just the overall feel of the poem, and the diction.

Let's take, for example, your first eight lines.

I was lost and found again.
The colors and auras were there where I had lain.
They were moving, grooving
But I had to get out.
I had to escape
To learn why life was shrouded in doubt.

I just rearranged the words and the lines so that they had more import. Is that what you mean? I would also rearrange the words in the second part to read: ".....every woman there was mine....."

Edgar, "Missing in Action" created the picture that you intended to create. I could hear the whirr of the blade.