Spontaneous Poems

Thanks mate !!!

Oh I am fine !! I am irrepressible !!

Choices

Never take too long,
To choose,

Don't wrap yourself,
In context blues.

As Omar chants
About the wings
Of birds,

We may suppress
a rainbow not yet heard.

Cav, "If you knew sushi, like I know sushi...." you have some other thing for your anniversary dinner. Happy Anniversary

Don't really know any of you folks
And like they say, different strokes
Yet, it really all boils down to one thing
Sans controversial issues, we all like to sing.
'Bout sorrow and beauty and that Lucky Ole Sun
Right here on A2K where we have so much fun.

Now, you're probably saying Raggedyaggie's no poet
But that how I feel folks - just wanted you to know it.

Ole'

RA!

Doing good, raggety. I miss bumblebee, who was active for a time.

Thank you Jjorge and EB.

HINDSIGHT ? BOLLOX !

Every day I see the news
sometimes telling good
sometimes telling bad
whilst hindsight tells us nothing

So I sat atop my mountain
To watch the world go past
Mothers suckling babies
Their faces showing joy

I turned my head & saw the young
building hopes and dreams
some made mistakes & suffered pain
whilst others rose in strength

Then I looked behind me
I heard an awful sound
Machine guns firing bullets
explosions bringing death

I turned away & looking left
a land of milk & honey
and many, many money trees
fenced off by greedy men

Next I looked down to the right
an arid land of withered bodys
no hope, no food, no love, no way
Just one great funeral pyre

I looked up from my mountain top
and saw a sky of pure blue
tainted by the stench of smoke
of human greed and hate

oldandknew
Whooey!

I write a lttle song
No one can sing along
Cause it's my little song
Sing it tender sing it sweet
Sing it harsh then repeat
Hey it's pretty neat

They're only words

Some words go together
like a feather & the heather
some we never think of
like please & thankyou sir
Some words are so very long
like "antidisestablishmentarianism"
and of little use to us
some words are so very short
like "if only", but very strong
others such as "piss off pal"
are rude an unessencial
Those like I WILL KILL YOU
scare me half to death.

Words are bombs of mass destruction
When uttered by the wrong mouth
That is why I engineer construction
Instead of rapping down south
In order to hear angels sublime
Got to hum gently through our mouth
Then turn a tender and heartfelt rhyme
With rows of thorns keeping the demons out

Hey Edgar, this is a good thread. A lot harder than quoting song titles and lyrics and far more gratifying

Sorry folks that I can't play
and cook a poem every day,
This simple mind of mine refuses,
So while I'm seeing what the news is,
I guess I must await my muses.

A good day today,
I think I shall play
in the raspberriy bushes
of my heart.

I love the smell of fresh verses in the morning
Set out while a new day is borning
Be it Moe Larry and Curley low brow
Or worthy of a Shakespearian bow

wordsmith becomes silversmith,
lightheart profound,
in the blink of a universe,
in the star of a crown.

and jjorge, sometimes the muse is petulant.

Edgar, what John said, and he has said some powerful things on this thread.

Cav, raspberries and cream.

Pax to us all.

I'm only guessing which one is John, but, God bless us every one.

Sorry, Edgar. OldandKnew.

Old Hands
OLD HANDS
By BumbleBeeBoogie

When I was young,
my fingers showed the blows
from baseball and volleyball games;
My blistered hands
were always recovering from
swinging on playground rings
and monkey bars.

As a young woman with beautiful hands
and long, elegant nails kept shaped and polished;
wedding rings were the only adornment I wore.
I had no yen for gold jewelry.
My money went for mortgages,
cars, food, clothing,
and children's education.

Now my hands are old and wrinkled,
knuckles swollen with arthritis.
Blisters form on fingers at the slightest abuse.
Fragile nails struggle against splitting and breaking.

Now I can indulge in gold rings and gem stones.
But somehow they've lost their glamour
on fingers no longer slim and elegant.
I look down at a broken nail,
a bandaged finger,
a thumbnail black from being caught in a drawer.
How strange and vain we humans are.

Designer Cat
DESIGNER CAT
(For my two Himalayans, Madeline and Eloise)
By BumbleBeeBoogie

If I designed a cat from scratch
she'd be agile enough to catch
a sniffing, twitching, shy gray mouse
hiding anywhere around the house.

My feline would be much too smart
to scale a fence with pounding heart,
only to find she can't get back
to home sweet home for her evening snack.
Hairballs my kitty would not barf
on the carpet by my hearth.
Her long hair would not cling
to chairs, clothes, and everything.

My sweet puss would not have fleas,
her poop would smell like pink Sweet Peas.
Fishy breath she would not burp
while daintily dining without a slurp.

In the evening by dimming light
my warm tabby would purr goodnight,
dreaming of acres of catnip green
and lots of crackers and fresh sweet cream.