Gelisgesti Poets Cranny

Sumac, loosen up ... you tried too hard.
Poetry is, to me (no expert by far) impressionistic, you describe a word in shades and hues with strokes that do not color, only hint. Throw in perspective by stronger or more subtle strokes ..... dew drenched apples ..... mist covered yellow apples ....
juicy red deliscious fruit
soon to drop from mother's bough
lying on the orchard floor
waiting to become a tree
and thus become
infinity

Doug

Your poet lies within, let her speak ...
going surfing now, PAX

Sumac

Thought provoking. I like it.

Thanks for the comments, both of you. Ge, how would I color or add metaphorical comparisons to the concepts above.

Actually, it wasn't so much a poem as a stream of consciousness, written right here and off the cuff, as it were. But it did say things that were true and right to me, at that moment, and still.

I am going through much.

Morning Sooz, you put your finger on it when you said 'how do ''I'' color? (loosely paraphrased)
Keep in mind that poetry is an extension of thought and so comes from inside you much like thought. While you may use 'our perceptions' I would use 'realizations' .... subtle diffference that gives a different hue.

Your content was good, corny as it sounds I felt your pain. sometimes less really is more .... like a silent scream. This may illustrate it more.

I woke up angry
I woke up sad
I woke up wondering
how things got this bad
I woke up thinking
what demon I did loose
I woke up this morning
with nothing to lose
flesh colored manacles
posturepedic coffin
sealy epitaph
but not today God damn it
today I break free
this prison of flesh
will never hold me
I'll come up with something
you'll see
you'll see
this prison of flesh
will never conquer
me
hell no
I'm not ok
I lay deep in the thrall
of painless agony
and yourself?
laugh with me
pity for a time
does everything have to rhyme

Doug

Don't let what you are going through make you less than you are ..... find a way.

Sometimes I have those same feelings Doug, but alas cannot write my thoughts down very often. Thank you I have copied for frequent reading.

Thank you Jo and you are welcome!

Thoughts of war
death
crying
fill my conscious
sadness
children lying
limp and lifeless
madness over reason
the killing season
only weak men
follow war
the blue sky watches over
it has all been seen
before
a fleshless face
a voice of hate
why is it
only good men
start a war


Doug

I like it Doug

...especially the ironic question at the end.

jjorge

Thanks jjorge ... we are a nation of sheep following a shameless leader ..

Hi, Ge,

Nice to see your poetry,
a map of still uncharted notions,

spider webs and gossamer,
And aloe for the soul of lotions.

Spoofs by Kara--highway "noise"
jjeorge's take on prosody poise

doggrel by Ms. Letty, too
And Sumac's cypher --hidden clue.

All are here to view the rhymes
Or free verse in uncertain tymes.

And should my scheme not fit the form,
Please remember..........................



Hmmmmmmmmmm. Forgot what I was gonna say.
YES--welcome to the minstrel's lay.

Conversations wit a clock

You only want to talk to me between swings,
I mean I could take it if your tock
and tick were just for me,
trouble is you're just a tick and tock tart,
dispensing your erudite wisdom for all to hear.
Its not like I've got a lot of people to talk to,
OK there is the web but thats not real its not the deal.
There's old Jim at the paper stand he says hello,
mind you he's a tart like you he says hello to everybody.
That nice girl at MacDonalds always gives me a smile,
but she is only after my money for Big Mac and fries,
so I'm stuck with you and your promiscuous vacuity,
with your tick and your tock and your tock and your tick.

Sure thing .... thank you for your neat poem .... it is always nice to hear from you ......

Morning Let, wanna cupa joe?

I like that monologue, hiama.

A true prose poem.

Conversations with a clock part 2 (Haiku)

No, your spring has sprung,
you've come undone now I have,
no one to talk to

hiama

Don't despair,
Nothing to rue,
we are tickled
*talking with you






* well, later, that is...now I'm going out to do Sat. A.M. errands. :wink:

under done
or over done
either one
is just as fun
one is no better
than the other
it is hard to converse
with a poet in verse
with no way to tell
sister from brother
just hang with me now
we'll get through this somehow
what ryhmes well
with brother?

for JJORGE when he returns:

More Haiku:

jjorge is a handle
that is difficult to spell.
George is pronounced Jawg.

Ge, don't drink coffee
After the tick tock of ten,
Brits have tea at four.

Ok..ok. So the Japanese would wince.

What rhymes with brother ?
I'll give you one-mother
and here's another
perhaps you'd rather smother
the thought of some other
arising from a souther
or maybe a norther ?
Why bother ?
Shall I go further ?

As Gandolf would say, 'I've been detained' ....


Memories when
we walked on the wind
we flew on the wings
of an unbreakable prayer

no word
no dare
could touch us there
no foolish fancy
no careless deed
no fear in our heart
could danger breed

ah how well I remember
when life
was a quest
there were maidens to save
chivalry was rewarded
with a kiss

when another battle won
left a hunger
by the wind

how little did
I know
life
is that gentle breeze
that mortals never notice
while still
unbreakable

Doug