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Tommyp |
Posted: August 10th, 2009, 5:48am |
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Been Around Continuity Is For Pussies...
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Okay guys, I have an idea. To stay creative, I was thinking that I would write and post a poem every day on the board. I would have a specific theme or word or group of words to use in the poem, different every day. I will attempt to do it for two weeks. The poems will be all genres, I might have a different genre each day, until I run out of the main genres. The poems will be varying in length, depending on how much time I have and how I feel. I want people to join me! Please, join me, it will be fun and get your brain working. If you like the theme and genre on any of the days, please post in this thread. It would be great if you could post a poem every day, but if not, that's fine, whenever you can. I will be starting this Thursday (Aus time). Click on the day to go to that page and read the poems. DAY 1: Troubles in the mind. DAY 2: The Walk Home. DAY 3: There's always someone cooler than you. DAY 4: Love or lust. DAY 5: Memories. DAY 6: Self Deceit. DAY 7: Ghosts. DAY 8: Fast and Slow. |
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mcornetto |
Posted: August 12th, 2009, 4:28pm |
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Tommyp |
Posted: August 12th, 2009, 8:23pm |
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Thanks Michael. I don't know much about the forms or genres of poetry, but here they are on wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry#Formshttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry#GenresIf people want to give me a challenge by making up a theme one day that would be really good. DAY ONE:The theme for today poem is, a bit dark. "Troubles in the mind." EDIT: So, just to be clear, I just picked a theme and I hope to write and post a poem here on that theme, by the end of the day. I encourage others to do so too. |
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Posted: August 12th, 2009, 8:59pm |
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My mind if often troubled And as blank as my verses Poems are not limericks Or Corks for that matter Must they rhyme? I see no reason Able to duck but not quack In Tyler I trust I hope I'm not Or gay for that matter Will not overcome my mind By now you will think me troubled But not as much as I do Boo hoo Doodedoo Do |
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Posted: August 12th, 2009, 9:34pm |
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Too many voices, the rabble in my head is out to get me undermining my foundation by placing invisible listening devices everywhere. Stop them please! In case you read this note, destroy it. Too late for me, however, you may escape their clutches. Make no mistake, I am not crazy. Nevermind what the doctors say. |
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Posted: August 12th, 2009, 10:03pm |
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The troubles in my mind are ones I can't explain Without certain pieces, I complain about the pain But once handed that prescription, my composure I regain The only trouble with this is I never feel the same Personalities change, like people do with age My mind is the cage, I'm the rat, starving and enraged Deranged, people can't identify me anymore If you need the white oval, I got plenty plenty more Score, once I've scored, my wallet becomes piss poor Spending all this cash on different medicines galore I can't afford to waste away, dealing with this pain anymore Coz even after I pop that oval, I still feel sore The message is as clear as the crystals frozen in place Except these crystals don't melt away, they never can erase The way it tastes, the way it numbs my pale face I wish I could escape, these troubles in the mind just aren't safe
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Tommyp |
Posted: August 12th, 2009, 10:11pm |
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Been Around Continuity Is For Pussies...
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I mask my insecurities with humour, My confidence issues with wine. I cover up my low self esteem with friends, And entertainment to conceal my troubled mind.
I act stupid and foolish to get laughs, All because I don’t know how to properly interact, My mind with all its problems, Doesn’t allow me to relax.
I spend all my nights awake, Thinking about work the next day, Nothing I try helps me, The troubles in my mind just won’t go away.
I wish that for just once, I would not have to suffer, But then I see the silver lining, That every troubles makes me tougher. |
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Sandra Elstree. |
Posted: August 13th, 2009, 2:10pm |
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Of The Ancients What if the Hokey Pokey, IS what it's all about?
LocationBowden, Alberta Posts3664 Posts Per Day 0.60 |
Tommy,
Thank you so much! It's nice to know I'm not alone!
I will be saving your poem and the others posted here. This is a wonderful thread!
Here's my contribution:
A Troubled Mind
There seems to be a randomness… …. . … .. … . …. .. . . …
We think--
and it troubles the mind It's what we call asymmetry It starts in what is time
It's in the second level It's where our thought begins It there descends in purpose A cumulative vim
A vim that knows no boundaries It washes on the shore Of conscious disposition Of love and angered roar
We think-- … … …
For the ark is double sided And with it Good and Evil That are not interchangeable But peace then from upheaval … … …
Why? Lama? … … … We think-- … … …
A troubled mind has need A need that's very great And from this need Comes purpose We sail upon this lake
The lake bears in it Levels-four Here discover number lore: -Purpose -Value -Concept -Thing Without so which A song won't sing
We think-- … … …
Seven notes in music trails Seven levels Weighted scales Right then left We juxtapose A troubled mind That learns and grows
We think-- … … …
Asymmetry So right and wrong With troubled mind We sing life's song In perfect randomness
We think--
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Sandra E.
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mcornetto |
Posted: August 13th, 2009, 5:28pm |
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Ok.
- It's the next day in oz.
- Tommy wants suggested themes.
- I have an idea for one.
So. The next theme is "the walk home". and if you haven't joined in yet, don't be afraid to hop in any time. |
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Tommyp |
Posted: August 13th, 2009, 7:07pm |
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Great poems guys! I'm loving this.
Thanks Michael, interesting theme. I am feeling this might be more of a ballad, story kinda poem. Don't know the official term. |
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Posted: August 13th, 2009, 8:26pm |
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The walk home Of a tired soldier Paved with intention Littered with regret
The walk home Of a jobless father Stymied by shame Doomed by dignity
The walk home Of a motherless child Battered by brothers Pissed by parents gone
The walk home For those who suffer Would be better If you were there
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JonnyBoy |
Posted: August 13th, 2009, 10:30pm |
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A haiku (just 17 syallables, no set metric pattern):
At Work A long, hard day. Not too long now. I'm looking forward to my walk home.
EDIT: some more haiku I just came up with - all thoughts during a walk home. Just trying to slip into the mind of different characters, different situations:
Family Home This was our garden, once. I used to climb that tree. The gate was black, then.
End of the Date I'm not even listening to whatever she's saying. Too happy.
Coming Back from the Churchyard It was a lovely service. Everyone agrees She would have liked it.
Stone in My Shoe There's a stone in my shoe. A fitting end to the worst day of my life.
How Did We Die? We were holding hands. Your skin, my skin... I didn't even see the bus.
The Jubilee Line Bloody Underground. Never works. I really should buy an umbrella.
Detour Walking through the park takes longer. But some things Don't have to be shortcuts.
Relationship Issues I wonder. If I got hit by a car, right now, Would she even care?
Still Small Voice The trees whisper. Perhaps we could learn their secrets If we just listened.
Just a Blown Bulb This street-light isn't working. I pass into darkness... Then out again.
Local Knowledge Someone jumped off this bridge once. They climbed up on the ledge... And then they fell.
Self-Referential Oh, how I love my walk home. One day I'll write a haiku about it.
13 in one hour! I'll try a different form for tomorrow's theme. Thanks for starting this thread, Tommy. |
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Tommyp |
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 3:00am |
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I walk, run, rest, the pattern continues. Three weeks, six weeks, it’s really hard to tell. Is home a figment, of my imagination? Or is home real, a secure place to dwell.
I know it’s mostly my doing, But it’s way too late to moan, It’s hard to tell direction, The GPS is broken on my phone.
As I sit here and tell you this, Asking for your support, I can’t give much in return, But I promise not to retort.
I ask for a dollar or two, And a direction in which to head, Because being homeless is hard, No warmth, no food, no bed.
I understand if you can’t help me out, I’ve heard all the excuses before, It’s just that the walk home is never ending, I just wish for one night, to not be so sore. |
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Posted: August 14th, 2009, 4:45am |
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I did not see that man, the one eating from the can, when I walked all the way home to my house today.
He does not have a house, And no kids and no spouse, And no job, he’s lazy. Either that or crazy
Because he talks to air, Really, nobody was there. That one time he grabbed me He smelled like poo and pee
I struggled to escape And started screaming, “Rape!”, That’s when he let me go I ran like hell, you know.
He didn’t chase after, But I did hear laughter, I turned toward the sound and saw him on the ground.
Was he having a fit? He’s laughing like a git. “What’s wrong?” I called to him, My face all taut and grim.
And still he laughed at me How rude could someone be I turned, started walking And then he started talking.
“I’m a woman” he said Out of his laughing head. I turned and looked his way Or her’s what I should say.
On my walk home there was No man or can because There’s a homeless woman And her name is Sue Anne. |
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Andrew Litchfield |
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 5:06am |
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the walk home tonight was different than the rest and I feel like I need to get this bit of info off my chest to be honest, there's a lot of things I need to address like the homeless man who's trigger finger nearly pressed he could have killed me, decided to let me go now I realize I cannot wander to and fro in the world today, it might not be safe in alleyways so maybe, just maybe, i should ride the subway trains and stay away from those body bags, and blood outside my veins that are much like wine, and leave permanent stains but this stain left behind won't be on a carpet because the stain would center around my heart, that's the target i got a blunt, so let's spark it maybe it'll give me a bit of light in this darkness a darkness that used to surround me on that long walk home now when i walk home, i memorize this little poem |
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Sandra Elstree. |
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 11:21am |
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Of The Ancients What if the Hokey Pokey, IS what it's all about?
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Wow you guys are giving me inspiration.
It's interesting: I always liked the simplicity of the haiku. Johnny boy's poems were excellent and one in particular stood out for me. This one:
Detour Walking through the park takes longer. But some things Don't have to be shortcuts.
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Immediately, I thought of a route I often take to drive to Innisfail. Or I request it if my husband or kids are driving.
"Shall we take the scenic route?" I ask. The highway is small, with ranch lands and past The Bowden Penitentiary. Workers from there are often seen walking alongside the small highway for exercise on their lunch breaks.
So Johnny, thanks for this. I'm going to show it to my husband and kids later today.
And now I'll get onto a "Walk Home" poem... Many ideas have crossed my mind on this.
And yes, it's all screenwriting. I have a short script that came from "the gay" thread, but I want to run it through several passes before I submit it.
Who knows what might come out of this Poems thread?!
Sandra
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Posted: August 14th, 2009, 11:55am |
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Gone for a walk I came back alone No one around to talk Like a king with no throne
You're gone forever But this is not over Life is a precious gift Even through the mist
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Sandra Elstree. |
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 2:33pm |
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Gone for a walk I came back alone No one around to talk Like a king with no throne
You're gone forever But this is not over Life is a precious gift Even through the mist
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Thank you Michel. This we must always remember. Trying to bring it forward into each living moment. Sandra |
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Sandra Elstree. |
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 2:36pm |
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Of The Ancients What if the Hokey Pokey, IS what it's all about?
LocationBowden, Alberta Posts3664 Posts Per Day 0.60 |
THE WAY BACK HOME
Do not go wandering Wandering, wandering Do not go wandering Among those leaves green.
Why shant I go there? Go there, go there Why shant I go there What do you mean?
There are great trials for those curious lot You should stay tight Don't go. You should not.
The boy after hearing this Couldn't stop feeling Feeling, Feeling Feeling, feeling
Alive he was feeling What a wonderful thing.
Off then he scooted
--to find Another of curious kind His sister, no dread Not a single wary bone in her Little Brave head Said:
Oh! To go! To go! The adventures we'll know.
And in that instant They both fell distant For their heart had left Their home
Not one foot had walked yet Not even a pinch But with that single thought They had moved a whole inch
And in that moment of thought so great Their whole world moved And the shook did shake
It's shaking. It's shaking. I think our world's breaking. The Little Brave said She said with great dread Where are we now? No home. No bread.
The boy started looking, looking, looking They grew eyes for looking And so they both did
Searching, searching Off they went searching Forgetting that ever They had a place home
Now, now. This is Place Now. Alone and so scary. Though leaves are so green. And here sneaks the sneaker So evil and mean
And then. And then. A flutter now and then. The flutter they find is strange and sublime. It leads them to candy.
Oh candy! Oh Candy! A house made of candy! For tasting, tasting Of testing and tasting and Tasting times ten
Now is the tasting And hearing and being And feeling such life. Times ten, ten times ten and again and again
To heck with the bread. We'll eat this instead. They said. Again, with- out The smallest bit of dread.
And then. And then… As always the way Their easy light spirits Had fallen away.
Fallen, fallen Far away They had fallen
And with this walk And simple talk, They'd fallen far away
Why did you go a wandering? Wandering, wandering? Why did you go a wandering? Among the leaves so green?
The voice was not from home It wasn't like before This was a voice quite wicked A witchy game to score
Scoring, scoring As such a game of scoring That it won't be so boring The fit and fight and warring.
Oh!
They said looking, Looking, looking Looking at the ugliest witch with greenish glowing skin
We will turn 'round And make our way back Back, back We will walk home
You think you might know How this story shall go With the witch caging children An oven on low to make fat and to cook and to eat and To eat, to eat, to eat…
The infinitive eat
Part-i-cip-al-y eating is what brought this meeting Of witch and of child And of tales in the wild
But what ends it is pleasure And what does witchy do? Neatly she conjures A new witchy brew
She travels out back to the end of her lot, Leading the children In words and in thought
Not a single step Do any of them take But walking, walking On they go walking
To the edge of the lot To look on onward onward, onward towards and it might be behind Because thought It is always a curious kind
And the witch she turns over A single leaf of green And turns into the most beautiful lady you've seen
Shechina, shechina Her name it is Shechina And she tells them a story, a story A story A story beginning So soulful and slow
Out there past the Wellbrook And through the wide trellis No-- don't go there, near the Bitter falls
She points, pointing Her graceful finger pointing Pointing, pointing Pointing at it all Especially to West With sound and jest of Piper's call Ignore the call The calling, the calling It's like this crazy calling
She says and said Without the smallest hint of dread
Over there are the crashers The hobgoblins and rue muckers There is the best and the worst And it's high and it's wide A very rough ride
Stay here, my dear
For here is your home For I am with you and You're not alone
Do not go wandering, wandering wandering Do not go wandering Among those leaves green.
Sandra E.
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Tommyp |
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 3:03pm |
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Some awesome poems guys!
It's that time again...
The theme for today is "There's always someone cooler than you".
I know there is a song written with that title, but I think it's a good theme for a poem. |
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Sandra Elstree. |
Posted: August 14th, 2009, 3:11pm |
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Of The Ancients What if the Hokey Pokey, IS what it's all about?
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Some awesome poems guys!
It's that time again...
The theme for today is "There's always someone cooler than you".
I know there is a song written with that title, but I think it's a good theme for a poem. |
This is going to be fun to think on! Thanks Tommy! Cool mode thinking on! Sandra |
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Posted: August 14th, 2009, 7:21pm |
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Some one cooler than me? I think you jest, Tommyp I'm the coolest dude around this site Jeff's smoking jacket Might've cost a packet But does it help him sleep at night?
No one's cooler than me Ask anyone, see? Every one will nod and grin I'm Simply so cool I'm nobody's fool Sigh, my poetry has sucked again...
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Posted: August 14th, 2009, 7:40pm |
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Cool shit, Tommy P! Love the idea. Here's one from yesterday's topic...sorry, I'm usually a day behind...
When the Winds Grow Cold
Blue fades to grey, as green turns to white Warmth is merely a memory As I walk along in quiet serenity
Fluffy flakes of crystal glitter As they make their journey downward Shadows loom large as darkness closes in
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Posted: August 14th, 2009, 7:51pm |
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Anticipation increased, I do shiver while I wait, in lie, at the merest thought that someone… No way that I will be undone while there remains a chance to try.
I’m sure by now you’re asking why I care about this other guy Does it matter who will have won? Anticipation increased.
Temperature decreased and I do shiver while I wait and sigh. Why do this if it isn’t fun? How I long for a ray of sun, but coolest will I be or die. Anticipation increased. |
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I'm cooler than a winter day When the bear in this den Sleeps along the way
I'm cooler than the white iceberg Where today I plunged my pen Watching a film by Spielberg
I'm cooler than a winter day For today I fell in love again... |
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SimplyCool Every one's after the coolest cool And I believe Stevie who's nobody's fool While his avatar sings a Hard Days Night They're the fabest And totally Out of sight With a Rubber Soul They Rock and Roll Put Humpty together And make him whole As a matter of fact I think that they can make Even Voldemart dance And do the Hippy Shake They wrote a Religion of Let it Be And Love is the answer and Please Please Me They Twist and Shout And Nowhere Man He's living in Shiva If you can handle the land Of Primitives and Serpents And Blasters even The plot is lost But then so is Hell freezin' Never-the-less The subject is changed The thing about things As they're sorted-arranged Is that life is like a box of chocolates And sometimes deranged... So like I was sayin' 'Bout Blasters and such They'z not as cool As The Soul Shadows touch They'z not be as cool As Tanis be In the Alcove with treasures With secrets to see Now they'z be cool She'll tell you 'twixt and 'twain You might do well to listen With your troubled little brain... For the demons that haunt you And dog you day and night The blasted compulsion Of writing it right But what am I saying Or trying to say Well there goes poor Sandra Her words led astray But as I type frantic I think I'm losing steam The Beatles are one of the coolest bands That I have ever seen. Sandra |
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Tommyp |
Posted: August 15th, 2009, 1:47am |
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Not too happy about my poem at all. I don't really want to post it, but I will. The rhythms are all messed up and it's sterotypical. But oh well.
Life isn’t actually a game, Yet some treat it as such. When it gets too tough, they are to blame, They falter when life gets a little bit too much.
There is no such thing, As being number one, Partying hard leaves a sting, Someone insert here, a pun.
You can’t rule the world, So don’t even try ,just be strong and true, We are all just waiting to be held, Because there’s always someone cooler than you. |
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Posted: August 15th, 2009, 4:19am |
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SimplyCool Every one's after the coolest cool And I believe Stevie who's nobody's fool While his avatar sings a Hard Days Night They're the fabest And totally Out of sight With a Rubber Soul They Rock and Roll Put Humpty together And make him whole As a matter of fact I think that they can make Even Voldemart dance And do the Hippy Shake They wrote a Religion of Let it Be And Love is the answer and Please Please Me They Twist and Shout And Nowhere Man He's living in Shiva If you can handle the land Of Primitives and Serpents And Blasters even The plot is lost But then so is Hell freezin' Never-the-less The subject is changed The thing about things As they're sorted-arranged Is that life is like a box of chocolates And sometimes deranged... So like I was sayin' 'Bout Blasters and such They'z not as cool As The Soul Shadows touch They'z not be as cool As Tanis be In the Alcove with treasures With secrets to see Now they'z be cool She'll tell you 'twixt and 'twain You might do well to listen With your troubled little brain... For the demons that haunt you And dog you day and night The blasted compulsion Of writing it right But what am I saying Or trying to say Well there goes poor Sandra Her words led astray But as I type frantic I think I'm losing steam The Beatles are one of the coolest bands That I have ever seen. Sandra |
wow, that is awesome stuff, Sandra! love it. hey tommy, this is fun, man! |
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Posted: August 15th, 2009, 6:31pm |
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So is someone else going to jump in with a theme today? Can be one of the readers rather than one of the writers, anyone? |
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Posted: August 15th, 2009, 7:34pm |
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Okay, gave you guys a chance here's a theme for today....
"Is it love or lust?"
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Thanks Michael. I was hoping some one would jump in with something, but oh well.
Great theme. |
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Sandra Elstree. |
Posted: August 15th, 2009, 8:32pm |
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Thank you Michael. I was out this afternoon; so I couldn't put a theme out there.
Is it Love or Is it Lust?
Love is fine wine and stuffed mushrooms. Love is dark chocolate shared. Love is chicken soup served to you when you're sick.
Lust is a cheap rum and whatever will fill your gut. Lust is dark chocolate given as a lure. Lust is chicken soup without the soul.
Sandra E.
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Poetry is not my forte, but here's goes nothing... Love or Lust? The mind, the flesh Both need you now You know just how To ease the mind To please the flesh Two bodies will collide and mesh I give, you take Yet afterwards What have we left but hollow words? You say it's more Than carnal need I agree to that to do the deed Love or lust? Who's to say? I'm getting laid either way ~Pete |
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Love or lust? Who's to say? I'm getting laid either way
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Hey Pete, those last few lines really made me chuckle. And Sandra, your Love or Lust - right on the money. Tommy, I've got a theme for the next one if anyone wants to take it up. "Memories" - how they impact on our lives, shape us, stay with us, false memory etc. You get the gist. Or, if no-one is into that one - this line from the movie "Married Life" just stuck with me: - "Whoever in this room really knows what goes on in the mind of the person who sleeps next to you?"Libby |
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Thanks. I wrote those lines first, but thought it was better as a finish. ~Pete |
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Love or Lust
If it's love or lust, it's got my heart on the fritz They both sit well with me, no matter how hot it gets Love is like an elevator, it makes me uplift Lust is like cocaine, it makes my heart skip When I see a woman, 99% of the time it's lust You can find this feeling at your job or on the city bus It usually ends up in well-timed pelvic thrusts And when it comes to lust, it ain't never about us Then there's always that 1% that stands out in the crowd It's not just the body, it's the eyes that astound I mean, you could stare for hours, it's soul by the pound Makes me want to sit down, and write verbs and nouns Describing the ways she makes my mind do the mamba When I picture me and her it don't involve my anaconda Aye cu rumba, love and lust got my mind running like OJ So excuse me if I stutter or jumble up my words, okay?
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Not a natural poet - but hey we're letting it all hang out, (so to speak) and if I'm to make suggestions as I did above - may as well throw my hat in the ring.
Lust is the greatest pretender. Masquerading as love. Hot, selfish and certain Fast, fervent, wonderful. A slick, sweet, liquid insanity. Its conceit unrivaled.
Cloaked in the colour red Repented, too often, in black.
Love is … love is languid, slow and sure. Here to stay, not go. Love’s best founded in lust, but when lust is gone to ground, Love is still around. |
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THE SMALL FURRY ANIMAL SONG
I reach out for the chips And your hand touches mine At first I pull back from that invisible line.
I look past your elbow Your chest, neck and your chin Past your pouting full lips That turn up in a grin
Then into your green eyes But, ah, at such a cost My brain, it just freezes And I feel a bit lost
Like a small furry animal Caught in the headlights Of your eyes So bright.
Are you staying forever or Will you just leave me As roadside Debris?
How can I love you we haven’t said a word? But, oh, it’s you I want I know that sounds absurd.
And how I am feeling I couldn’t possibly care If it’s only one night Or every day each year
If only I could speak I’d tell you this right now Though all I would say is Meow Meow Meow
Like a small furry animal Caught in the headlights Of your eyes So bright.
Are you staying forever or Will you just leave me As roadside Debris?
It’s then that I can feel A twitch upon on my lips My eyes are moving too My hand stirs round the chips!
I pull it out and then give you a shy smile. That’s when you turn away laughing all the while.
And now I’m feeling like I just might have to cry. Your tracks along my back Not even a good-bye
To the small furry animal Caught in the headlights Of your eyes So bright.
Who you haven’t noticed and Then you just left me As roadside Debris. |
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LC, "memories" sounds like a good theme.
Michael, I think that's your best poem so far. Lust it... ah, I mean LOVE it. Like the links on the first post?
My poem:
Love or lust, Trust or bust.
Both involve touch, Loving, sexual and such.
Maybe it’s the same, As both involve blame.
Love cannot be defined, Yet lust is clear and blind.
Are they really that similar? Superficial and beneficial.
Genuine is a mindset, a fleeting thought. The main difference is that love can’t be bought. |
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So, if I have things correct "Memories" is the theme today? |
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Demons are everywhere Here to haunt you anywhere from the cradle to the final hole Memories are the greatest of all |
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"Memories"
A haiku
A thousand and one Lost and gone forever now Wish I had some back I guess I'll just make some more A few are stuck here That do me no good at all Do I really need To recall Mike's friend Boner, Punky Brewster's theme? Or Balki's Cousin Larry? I can't find my keys
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To recall Mike's friend Boner |
Are you referring to Growing Pains? |
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Hey Pete, those last few lines really made me chuckle.
And Sandra, your Love or Lust - right on the money.
Tommy, I've got a theme for the next one if anyone wants to take it up.
"Memories" - how they impact on our lives, shape us, stay with us, false memory etc. You get the gist.
Or, if no-one is into that one - this line from the movie "Married Life" just stuck with me: -
"Whoever in this room really knows what goes on in the mind of the person who sleeps next to you?"
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Thank you Libby. Writing a poem a day might seem rather easy, but it's not. This is the kind of thread, that does force one to write and to think in different ways. Getting different themes thrown on the table is really interesting and seeing how different people handle the themes is a testament to the spice that is unique to Simplyscripts' writers. Here is my contribution this time around. It's something that always sits with me internally and I decided to go without rhyme this time. ( Had to throw just one in ) Hope you enjoy the morsels of history as I make connections in the word, 'Memories'. What The Word 'Memories' Means To MeWhen I think of the word: Memories I think of the letter: Mem A Hebrew letter with two forms One closed; One open Like the womb Ready-- To give birth Mem is: A mother letter A water letter Certainly it is: Life And Conscious Deep And Mysterious Water is a mirror And as such-- Reflects Back Like Memories Reflect Back Mem is like A mirror Making reversals Like: Light off the water And Light off the retina The word: Mem-or-ies Begins with Mem and Holds in its middle The sound of Ohr And Ohr means Light… Light of life The sublime spark of Divinity in All of the many Mem plus Ohr Water and Light Wonder Of this Of all Of This Flowing Energy Mem is the letter of water Where memories form On which Those fiery sparks of Ohr Twinkling in clarity Exist-- Off the water When the mind Is clear If we go back... Our English letter 'M' Extends itself As a memory From ancient Phoenician And before then As a memory in Egypt Today it begins in the Messiah That moves In our world Mentally We... Make music And yes... Magic On the Morrow Again… We will make Mem and Ohr Memories We will make-- In Wave and In Light Sandra E. |
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Do you remember the day before yesterday?
The moon was out in the daytime so, we went, out for a spin and turned the car around just for a lark, and navigated the sky, and got caught in the slipstream of an eagle on the fly; and watched as the cloud-drifts raced towards the moon.
Then, the sun went down - quite out of the blue! And we got caught in the dark, as heaven sent- time spent; the darkness descended.
The darkness, you said, is a velvet quilt, with a myriad of silken folds, spun in silver and in gold, to hold all the memories of today, and, also of yesterday; and of all the days before; of where you’ve been, and what you’ve seen, and what you dream, when the sun comes up. And so, I see: The sun and morning keeps its promise, that I might have the courage to lift my feet from the ocean floor and dance upon your toes, to feel the joy of the simplest song and laugh out loud at a silly joke; that I might feel the wings on my back, and - with all the gifts given,
Kiss my first love Kiss my first love.
I am all the days. I am yesterday, and the day before; I am today and I am tomorrow; and even when I am gone, I am, tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. ……………. |
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Great imagery, Libby! I realy liked this one and it hit close to home for some reason.
Keep 'em coming guys and gals!!! |
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Do you remember the day before yesterday?
The moon was out in the daytime so, we went, out for a spin and turned the car around just for a lark, and navigated the sky, and got caught in the slipstream of an eagle on the fly; and watched as the cloud-drifts raced towards the moon.
Then, the sun went down - quite out of the blue! And we got caught in the dark, as heaven sent- time spent; the darkness descended.
The darkness, you said, is a velvet quilt, with a myriad of silken folds, spun in silver and in gold, to hold all the memories of today, and, also of yesterday; and of all the days before; of where you’ve been, and what you’ve seen, and what you dream, when the sun comes up. And so, I see: The sun and morning keeps its promise, that I might have the courage to lift my feet from the ocean floor and dance upon your toes, to feel the joy of the simplest song and laugh out loud at a silly joke; that I might feel the wings on my back, and - with all the gifts given,
Kiss my first love Kiss my first love.
I am all the days. I am yesterday, and the day before; I am today and I am tomorrow; and even when I am gone, I am, tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. ……………. |
Libby, In this, I can feel your soul and in this, For your words, I have the most highest regards. Sandra |
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Thank you Sandra.
Bit sentimental, I know but if you can't be sentimental in this little poet's corner ...
Ditto, to you too. I envy your ability to just keep 'em coming at the level you do.
Well done Tommy for thinking of this. Oh, and btw Tommy, your first poem touched me with its pure honesty.
This will be it from me for a while, but I'll keep on reading.
P.S. Thanks to you too Jeff - like I said though I don't think I can keep up the pace. |
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Thanks LC, love your work.
Pia, I don't know anything about poetry either!
Memories
They form our dreams, they shape out past, They’re part of our future, they’re in our heart,
They are positive, negative and everything in between, They are our personality, some murky, some seen,
They justify our actions, and get us into trouble, They keep us alive and active, or shut our mind in a bubble.
They make us what we are, the powers from above, Happiness, sadness, anger, joy, fear and love. |
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I have to say that I thought "that's gonna die on it's arse" when you started this thread Tommy. Particularly after my own contribution. However I'm both suprised and pleased to see it bloom. I see L C's fanclub is growing. Rightly so, a fine way with a line that lady has. I'll refrain from posting another "epic" myself until I come with something good. Don't hold your breath. Well done to all, and keep it up. R |
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She takes it from the closet with The secrecy of thieves And looks both ways for privacy Before she even leaves.
Clutched very closely to her chest She holds her treasure thus And makes her way o’er to her bed Without much noise or fuss.
Once on her bed she shows her prize An ornate wooden box But what’s inside her pirate’s chest? She opens up the locks.
She lifts the lid and looks within Her face lights up with joy She sticks her hand into the stash And pulls out a small toy.
It’s a little plastic compass That she turns from side to side And smiles at the tiny needle Which no longer will guide.
Now it’s on the bed beside her As all good things must pass For a ring made of faux silver Its gemstone made of glass.
On her finger how it glistens She shows it to the air Now she’s acting very girly She tousles up her hair.
Then it catches her attention The last item in her store Her jaw drops down and opens She’d forgotten there was more.
Her hand trembles as she grabs it And pulls it from its place An old edge-torn faded photo Of a familiar face
She traces all of the contours Her tiny finger shaking As her teary eyes gaze fondly Her tiny heart is breaking
She opens up her mouth to speak But nothing does come out A silent “Daddy” on her lips Before they start to pout.
And then a knock is at her door It causes her to start She gathers up her secret stash And hides it, she is smart.
Her mother enters, prim and prop And tells her to come down Her step-father has been waiting To take them into town
A big smile for her mother And then a nod, polite Then she leans back a bit further to keep the box out of sight
Her mother smiles in return Then spins and leaves the room And the little girl slumps sadly Her face awash with gloom.
She hides the box back in its spot And shuts the closet door But not without that one last look To remember him once more. |
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A thousand raindrops fall Melting my red lobster skin Turning me into a crustacean that crawls
Always drifting sideways Diggin' in sand with my enlarged snappin' hand Looking this way and that way Trying to read my future with this crooked palm
The sandmen are out there in my land Chasing and killing whatever they can Laughing hearty laughs that echo throughout the night Creeping us out for fear of fright
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Today's theme is "self deceit". |
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If you say so. Just remember: It's five o'clock somewhere! OK, let's see what we can come up with... Sandra |
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Recently, we had a thread posted on Simplyscripts regarding its value for screenwriting study. Some comments were made about maybe sometimes threads happening that seem to be wayward from the mission of screenwriting craft.
For some reason, I think that thread might have been instrumental in the way my thought train went for this next poem.
It's my sincere belief that we must take ownership for the greater world around us and instead of complaining or waving banners of whatever sort, we should actively do things. Whatever "that doing" is, to help people and the greater world.
In the case of Simplyscripts, there are people here that devote a lot of time to their board. They have indeed, taken ownership. I hope that we can all do the same in the greater world.
Ownership and Self Deceit
Taking ownership is a powerful thing, And when it happens, you know. Because it doesn't go. That sense of ownership.
If you care enough to own it, Not just to possess it, It means you care-- For its condition For its mission Because you know It must grow. That sense of ownership.
Self deceit Is thinking That the world Is someone else's-- Their responsibility They have more ability They're the ones that know And you nod off slow 'cause it's for some other Jane or Joe That sense of ownership.
Maybe a politician somewhere Someone who's bigger or smarter Someone with more means Someone with bigger dreams It's their world We might say and This is self deceit
The world is yours and mine Together-- We are responsible For each other We are responsible And we shouldn't sleep at night Until we get over Self deception.
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Self deceit, Slippery meat, Whacking off, Dirty sock.
Rely on the hand, Dire as contraband, Real girls won’t get you off, So you have a quick toss.
Truth is it’s bad, Better be a passing fad Bringing yourself to orgasm Is like falling into a deep chasm
Be a real man, Bulk up, get yourself a tan, Because masturbation is self deceit, Woo a girl, let her give you a real treat. |
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Surely 'woo', no? I dunno Tommy. Shagging's alright, but you can't beat the real thing. |
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Haha fair enough RV.
"woo"? I'm confused.
EDIT: OH! "woe" should be "woo". OOPS!
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Quoted from mcornetto I very curious if anyone really "got" my last poem. How about if today's theme is something more gothic, like ghosts? |
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HAUNTED by Cindy L. Keller
Shadows sway betwixt silvery veils stretching vapors of opaque light. Still oak trees hold no tales. Secrets are hushed by night.
Marshy green of nethermost glade... Spirits maundering cries... Echoes reach out to darkness... Fade. Footprints settle from sight.
Fathom you must - secluded endeavor. Serpents guard. Curiosity laid. Be prepared to stay forever when entering nethermost glade.
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I'll go with Cindy's lead. Here's the start of something I'm working on.
The ghosts of my mind blow wild Always there, ever since I was a boy Sometimes silent, but never absent In the darker times they move free Enslaving me |
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Great poem Cindy!
I'm in two minds Time's lost in the night Whispers, creeps and crawls The furniture shakes off the walls
A message from the other side A story in a bottle caught in the tide White noise reverberates Ears ache Minds quake
A ghost with a soul A life of its own A message to be told A dream to mould A secret not to be sold
It's me against you Pull up a pew Lay your soul bare If you so care
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Thanks jayrex. I liked your poem, too. Very, very nice Here's another that I think it could work here. It's ghostly because the beauty of his words, and his tortured soul have found a way to haunt me, and I think they always will. HOMAGE by Cindy L. Keller My feet dangle off the edge of the dock. My mind snaps awake in a dream. With a slight spin, I skim a rock. The raven beside me folds his wings. Though limerick and voices abound, deep in his words - no greater height is found. Known well in large cities, as in small towns... A masterful man of rhyme. His bells hearken early melodies of lore. On death's wings Godspeed him to his Lenore, hence the raven be hushed of "Nevermore". True peace he'll come to find. The ripple expands in the water and I see my bird is not a raven, but a crow. Above my reflection, I see perfection... The smiling raven with Edgar Allan Poe. |
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Self deceit, Slippery meat, Whacking off, Dirty sock.
Rely on the hand, Dire as contraband, Real girls won’t get you off, So you have a quick toss.
Truth is it’s bad, Better be a passing fad Bringing yourself to orgasm Is like falling into a deep chasm
Be a real man, Bulk up, get yourself a tan, Because masturbation is self deceit, Woo a girl, let her give you a real treat. |
HAUNTED I'm haunted by these images of Tossy tommying off I'm haunted by the thought of this line not able to rhy...? I'm haunted by the fact some people might diss my work I'm haunted by all those who think 'stevie's a beatle jerk' I'm haunted by the chance my team won't win the flag I'm haunted by the thought of one day having a colostomy bag But all these fears go out the door every single morn My kids wake up and hug me and I worry not no more |
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Substitute the word 'jerk' for 'fan'. Or possibly 'fanatic'. Being a fellow bloke I very much doubt the opening line is completely true. I think you're amused by the fact he had the balls to write it. I should have thought of a better word than balls there. Spine. That's better. Maybe not. Good one Stevie. I'm impressed. "So's my wife". |
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Quoted from mcornetto Defects lie, all of iced fleets to select Ed if the edicts flee, those feces tiled in sliced feet, disorganized from self-deceit. |
It's sort of obvious there's some anagram stuff goin' on here. Maybe some people are too busy wanking... |
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Defects lie iced fleets select Ed if edicts flee feces tiled sliced feet
are all anagrams of self-deceit
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Stevie - self love is not a crime. It's sex with someone who won't empty your bank a/c behind your back, let alone run off to clubs when there's pots to be washed etc. etc.
Quoted from Rik Mayall in 'Bottom' Self gratification? I'm quite capable of that on my own thankyou! |
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Quoted from mcornetto I very curious if anyone really "got" my last poem. How about if today's theme is something more gothic, like ghosts? |
I'm not sure Michael, but did you take the letters in "self deceit" and keep reorganizing them? At first I thought it was an anagram, but that's the way it seems to me. And isn't that what we do when we self deceive? We perform these calculations, trying to make it feel right for ourselves. Very deceptive! Sandra |
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HAUNTED by Cindy L. Keller
Shadows sway betwixt silvery veils stretching vapors of opaque light. Still oak trees hold no tales. Secrets are hushed by night.
Marshy green of nethermost glade... Spirits maundering cries... Echoes reach out to darkness... Fade. Footprints settle from sight.
Fathom you must - secluded endeavor. Serpents guard. Curiosity laid. Be prepared to stay forever when entering nethermost glade.
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Excellent work Cindy!!! Stop it now stop it! Or you'll have me imagining these ghosts and monsters running around in The Thief game. Oops, I already did... But it's getting worse! Michael, this is your fault. Sandra |
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A Lover's Ghost
He's a fascinating force
When you strip him off his bones
Unbounded
Grateful and regretful both
This energetic ghost of a man
I love it when he steps into my space
I feel his willful desire
I will spend eternity with him
Ghosts we will be
Emptying ourselves of old pain
Thrilling ourselves on the wind
Above the water
Soaring as birds
Until we sit down to dream again
And again we will come together
Bound incarnate in the seeds
And meet to plan a meeting
The ghost of our plans
The plan of our ghosts
Upon us in favor
Upon the morning and evening
And through the certainty of death again
To go alone
And to come back
To this energetic ghost of a man
His desire, waiting upon my bed
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Sandra,
Fine work. Between you and McCornetto (amongst others) I now see the bar is extremely high round here. I need a Grademan style bar to compete.
Excellent work. Extremely entertaining and evocative. Keep it up. Good night.
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Ghost.
Interrupts my slumber, Fondles with my hunger, All in my head? Fuck you, sleep in my bed.
The psychologists come and dine, Tell me it's all in my mind, "I see things" I scream, They shake their heads, call me obscene.
Ghosts constantly surround me, I have such a strong desire to be free They cling like bugs and honey, Please help me, I'll give you all my money.
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Ok. I had a really long involved day today and couldn't write a serious sort of poem. I got a laugh out of this one but it is probably a bit politically incorrect - so I'll apologise in advance if I'm offending anyone and post it anyway.
The Casper Rap
Casper say boo but you did know he was friendly, but had three bad bros they treated him nasty he was their bitch his good friend Wende she was a witch.
he say boo. Casper he say Boo. Casper.
He liked to hang In a haunted house he scared some people even scared a mouse He wasn’t no gansta He wanted a friend And like most white boys He had a happy end.
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as of now 1,275 views on this thread! awesome. i think as a group we paint very well with words but this stuff is beyond that.
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Quoted from mcornetto Ok. I had a really long involved day today and couldn't write a serious sort of poem. I got a laugh out of this one but it is probably a bit politically incorrect - so I'll apologise in advance if I'm offending anyone and post it anyway.
The Casper Rap
Casper say boo but you did know he was friendly, but had three bad bros they treated him nasty he was their bitch his good friend Wende she was a witch.
he say boo. Casper he say Boo. Casper.
He liked to hang In a haunted house he scared some people even scared a mouse He wasn’t no gansta He wanted a friend And like most white boys He had a happy end.
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You must work well when you've had a hard day at work, Michael because I really thought this one was good. And I too apologize, if I offend anyone by condoning the use of "white boy" Sandra |
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Posted: August 19th, 2009, 7:19pm |
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Quoted from mcornetto Thanks Sandra So anyone going to come up with a theme for today. |
Theme theme... Think! Think! How about Fast and Slow Sandra |
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Theme theme...
Think! Think!
How about
Fast and Slow
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Come on RV, don't be a pussy.
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So Fast and Slow it is. |
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I'm definitely not joining in with that one. |
LOL Microwaveable Instant PoemThe thought is fast And moves so swift But to figure it out? I can't catch the drift I sit here blurry Sipping dark brew I'm lost in thought Without a clue If thought is instant Then why can't I make A microwave screenplay Like a microwave cake? Materialize things With the blink of an eye But that would be boring If I don't have to try I still like cooking A slow cooking stew And peeling potatoes And sipping my brew Whether brewed with hops Or brewed with beans I sip it slow And dream the dream I guess I love life And all hidden fate Because fast only means You hurry up and wait Sandra E. |
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Quoted from mcornetto So that was fast - we have any slow takers out there? |
Let me get back to you in a few years. |
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Let me get back to you in a few years.
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Time Fast as dust in the wind Slow as dirt in the mud
Time Fast as my mindless daydream Slow as ice melting in winter
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Zombie Breakfast
I am not fast I can do slow No way past But you go Walk real fast Before you know My breakfast
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There was a man who both was there and was not there not anywhere both fast and slow was how he'd go and maybe he did disagree don't you agree he shouldn't be while nothing is necessity for everything is just one thing in myriad when you are sad so low, half-assed you couldn't care but please beware of any dog that might meow could be a cow but in disguise you may just spy it in his eye and not believe it anyway cause every day is being seized by someone else who truly sees the truth behind our noble lies but how time flies when everything begins ending. |
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My poem today...
If you are having fun, life goes so fast, But slow when it’s dull, you’re living at half mast. You better pray, you had a good past, Because it’s a sure bet – the future will be harsh.
There’s nothing to change it, the big clock is set, The countdown has started, death’s a sure bet. My advice to you, is to slow down and chill, You can chose to continually climb, or sit smiling, at the top of the hill.
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Quoted from mcornetto There was a man who both was there and was not there not anywhere both fast and slow was how he'd go and maybe he did disagree don't you agree he shouldn't be while nothing is necessity for everything is just one thing in myriad when you are sad so low, half-assed you couldn't care but please beware of any dog that might meow could be a cow but in disguise you may just spy it in his eye and not believe it anyway cause every day is being seized by someone else who truly sees the truth behind our noble lies but how time flies when everything begins ending. |
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Thanks Sandra, that one was my own developed form which I call a Patan.
Anyway, I have a guest staying with me this weekend and I asked her what the theme should be today. She was more than happy to give one and what she suggested for a theme was a pretty good one I thought.
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Tranquility Only inner peace and me The freedom to be all alone Tranquility Lying under a tree Turned off the mobile phone
Tranquility A moon's lonely sea No waves to disturb the flow Tranquility I'll just let it be Till noise once again is my foe
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Here's one from my guest (the one who came up with the topic). She wrote it really quick.
The faintest of heart beats worries have taken flight on the wings of the birds to destinations unbeknown to us.
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Michael, thank your guest for the opportunity with this one!
Tranquility
I do not want tranquility For that won't give me rest Only through the labor comes The baby at my breast
A thousand hard contractions A blessed womb fulfilled That is what I want Before 'the go' is stilled
And like my dearest children I wish them not great pain But only to see obstacles As precious works to gain
To climb a perfect mountain To swim the perfect sea To fail the perfect failure And finally let it be
And when that time does finally come I think we all might sway And conjure up a problem Though they had gone away
Like people long before we lived Well maybe it was us Thinking up a future Making up a fuss
One man thinking numbers One man testing planes One man building buildings One man loading trains
Just Imagine Lennon said But what did he really mean? To me it was of Echad A peaceful loving dream
A loving dream of kindness A loving dream beyond And of complete acceptance No matter what is wrong
Tranquility, tranquility We cannot ask for more And yet it comes and we refrain The song of mythic lore
Of dungeons and of dragons And dark and ugly pits What is our fascination Of trouble when it hits?
Tranquility it softens us And holds our hand in grace Lo This must be The hand of God This must be His face
I guess I push Him back When I tend to say I do not want tranquility But give me work this day
So if your day is tranquil Be thankful you are blessed But if it's not Be thankful In this world You are His guest
It seems we'd all rest easy And calmness be the way Instead we want another test We shout out ganbatte!
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Hey Sandra,
That was nicely done. You do very well when you exercise control.
My whole household seems to be involved today. Here's one from my partner.
Leave me alone I’ve had my fill Thoughts are quiet, Mind is still Save it for another day Come in peace Or go away.
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And here's mine:
I hate you so much, Out of spite For tranquil poems You make me write
They make me seethe So turbulent Tranquillity Is abhorrent..
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Wow Sandra, that was really cool So simply an idea, Yet complex and dark, The ultimate state? ... Evil can easily embark. False sense of security, No such thing as fully there, Tranquility is a myth, Like all the poison in the air. An endless quest, Like searching for the one, A life of unrest, Wishful thinking for some. Respect to those who find it, This fairy tale for the bold, Share your secret, tell us all the Stories that itch to be told. Thanks to your guest Michael for the theme and her poem. If she wants to come up with another challenging theme tomorrow that would be great! |
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She says the next topic should be "Money"
I'm thinking we should maybe take a break after this one for the OWC writing phase and finish the challenge up after next week. What do you think? |
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Quoted from mcornetto She says the next topic should be "Money"
I'm thinking we should maybe take a break after this one for the OWC writing phase and finish the challenge up after next week. What do you think? |
I think that's a good idea. I'm traveling to Edmonton tomorrow for a congress and I'll be away from my computer. OK, money... Sandra |
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Money
This business of money making-- Making of money Only good when it's spent And that's kinda funny
Like love it is useless If it sits on a shelf Like love it's no good If it's just for itself
It needs to move It needs to be spent So you buy a new computer And you pay the rent
Ka ching Ka ching A right good sound It's nice to have Lots of money around
It's strange you know How it has to go Burn a hole in your pocket To move and flow
It goes to the mechanic's You can pimp your wagon It goes for your Warcraft You can fly your dragon
If it sits too long In the cookie jar When it wants to buy A chocolate bar
Then it needs someone To take it out And use it without Fear or doubt--
That spending it Is the right thing to do Because others can use it And then it is true
It becomes a real thing As it changes in hands As it works in society Gazillions of grands
The fishers and wishers Yes each of our friends We turn it 'round daily The money we spend
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The pauper doesn't know it but he wants it anyway The rich man wants to horde it and he does so every day
The banker he banks on it and he makes it as he does The thief will own all of it with no worries whose it was
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Well, the OWC is over, and I want to jump in and suggest a topic - a writing one this time. So, my topic is the thing that all writers face, and many are so afraid of they end up writing nothing at all...
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Well, the OWC is over, and I want to jump in and suggest a topic - a writing one this time. So, my topic is the thing that all writers face, and many are so afraid of they end up writing nothing at all...
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The Blank Page Within
I have before me Many things And One A Blank Page
Lefniy Lefniy Emunah Lefniy Hochma
A page of Not and of All That looks at me Goading With a staff And a prod A prod
How I search All Day Long Until Now
So late now See the gap Between words
Lefniy Lefniy Emunah Lefniy Hochma
What is this Blank Page? It might be the screen Or it might be My mother's stationary Or it might really be "Hey!" Might be Ha Masach
I don't know-- Yet
And it comes to be A place of faith And a place of knowing And how can it be both?
Doesn't knowing cancel faith? And faith cancel knowing? Is it better to know? Is it better to have faith?
And this Blank Page Is so spilled a mystery
It's already full The blank page is full And that is a Mystery
Impressing deep Goading me Prodding me With a staff And a prod A prod
Lefniy Lefniy Emunah Lefniy Hochma
And I look down To my mother's old stationary And the sheets With purple Irises Touching the surface
Without lines Very plain Not like school paper Very pretty
But at the back of all There is one lined sheet For placement
To place underneath The pretty sheet As a means To guide,
To write it straight-- Horizon crossed Without a slope
I think about the Old times--
Mother writing letters In a perfect artful hand
Swirling letters And Lefteruk And what that means
A whole history A whole life A whole love
Lefniy Lefniy Emunah Lefniy Hochma
Lamed Love And Three Divine
This is not a blank page This page of Not It is before
Lefniy Lefniy Emunah Lefniy Hochma
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Tommyp |
Posted: September 17th, 2009, 2:35am |
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Been Around Continuity Is For Pussies...
LocationAustralia Posts701 Posts Per Day 0.12 |
Jonny, I just realised you posted in this thread. Yeah, let's start this baby up again... I will try and write a poem on your theme by tomorrow |
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mcornetto |
Posted: September 17th, 2009, 2:50am |
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Tommyp |
Posted: September 17th, 2009, 2:55am |
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Been Around Continuity Is For Pussies...
LocationAustralia Posts701 Posts Per Day 0.12 |
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Sandra Elstree. |
Posted: September 17th, 2009, 12:16pm |
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Of The Ancients What if the Hokey Pokey, IS what it's all about?
LocationBowden, Alberta Posts3664 Posts Per Day 0.60 |
Quoted from mcornetto The Blank Page |
Thanks for the poem, Michael. Sandra |
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