Spontaneous Poems

Edgar and Lou: it delights me to hear that you enjoyed this work.Thank you so much.

FROM CLARY'S POEM ABOVE:



This little poem is a riot Clary. I enjoyed it.

she awoke from dreaming of her favorite knight
whimsical misguided utterly stupid creaky pants
he came before her armored for the big joust
bearing red flowers afixed on his worm eaten lance
rode gallantly into the fray of the fight
returned in foul disgrace to his home in rural France
Ah but the judges they did not judge her knight
when the creaky pants come off in the romantic light

Clary, you could be a writer for humorous greeting cards.

Theollady, it is sweet of you to say so, and thank
you.

Drom, great story poem, I really liked it.

Edgar, the last line of your poem had me laughing!

I wanted to write about creaky pants the knight for two days. That was what I came up with.

It's farther than the ocean that makes your life a dream
And nearer than a teardrop that fills up every seam
Time finds us waiting patiently among the treasured sands
And wraps us in its blanket of warm and pleasured hands
It give to us and takes form us all lending and to borrow
And awakens to a brighter light of fortune for tomorrow

ma wrapped her tobacco in paper
religiously with her bugler roller
cigarettes to smoke in the flicker
of i love lucy the air shed color
all blue and cups of coffee she drank
until bed time when she slept alone
she had escaped from a world that stank
long before her last moment would come

the vines of life weave a curious flow
in and out upon the soul
ever reaching to stimulate
be it bad or good is much debate

Oscilloscope
I just can't cope
Theodolye
Gives me a fright
Collimator
See ya later
Thermistor
I'd rather kiss my sister

I stumbled over the words because I was not familiar with the pronunciation at first.
'Lo, George. I've spent more time with your poem than most, trying to figure it out. Thanks. I enjoyed it.

Thanks Edgar!
Just a software guy surrounded by scary hardware.

Sleep eludes me again I fear
As pangs of slumber hidden
I find eyes that cannot shut
Must think it is forbidden

My world has stopped
Against a mirror wall
I see depths I've never known
When I pass to the other side
Where the sun has never shone
I'll build my hut
And then a pony stall
And plant seeds that's never grown

Yesterday was easy
As youth meant so young
And the music you made
Were songs that you sung
The air that you breathed
Was crisp and so fresh
And the thoughts that you knew
Were all brand new at best
You could dance until dawn
On the tips of your toes
Living your dreams
In colored rainbows
Grabbing at life
And giving your all
Then youth waltzes out
Its end of the ball

The curtain then opens
And life is a stage
Your lines have been written
And mellowed with age
You move a bit slower
With aches that you bare
You treat life much kinder
Your better for wear
As the symphony plays
And you do your two step
Your body's much slower
Yet much more adept
And wisdom becomes you
Like the grey in your hair
For still deep inside you
Your youth is still there

Good one, colorbook.

While I have no intention of letting this thread languish I have too much on my schedule just now to do my entries on a daily basis. I am helping my brother write a super hero comic book, writing my novel, doing the occasional short story, and then there's the new thread A Poet's Workshop. Just no time anymore.

Don't worry edgar, I'll try to post here every day.

I'm awake in the cold
I need to share
I wonder why there is noone
to care

Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
I lose the ability of having
fun

I watch my life
Time passes fast
I know that my current state
can't last

I am a sinner
I'm not a saint
I will say that the prize I pay
make me faint

There is pain
I'm forced to hide
The beautiful me rottens
inside

I'm halfway there
I continue the fall
The problem is you don't know me
at all

An infinite loop
I wish I could cry
Indifference, loneliness have made me
dry

I'm all alone
It is oh so wrong
There is only me in this world
and my song

I don't give up
I am still there
I let you know it is hard
to bear

It cannot happen
I must win the fight
I'm sure you don't want me dead,
right?

olly
You have a good way with words. I hope you will continue posting here. Thank you for letting us read your poem.

Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it.

Here is a poem I've just written.


I don't mind if you hurt me
'Though it's not what I want
I know you can do nothing
You know it's not my fault

What's the point if I tell you
What I feel, how I feel
Take a look at my actions
Can't you see I'm for real?

I love reading your mind
And you don't like to share
I will make you trust me
Being always there

You are lonely, touchy
Worried and scared
I will take the first step
If you are prepared

This may be wrong
Do you bother to care?
The real world is not real
I beg you to dare

Break the borders, the rules
Let the prejudice flee
Never tell me again:
"Love's not my cup of tea!"