07-16-2007, 02:34 AM | #1 |
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Write a Spontaneous Poem
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The humidifier runs constantly like a Kenyan in Boston. I scratch my bare stomache as I gaze blankly into my LCD screen, looking for it but I cannot find it. It is not on my screen but in my head; but I still search for it on the screen. How futile it is. Times strolls by as if Jack the Ripper was casually strolling past Big Ben and I know I shouldn't be up this late. Just like last night, and the night before that, and the whole goddamn summer. I glance at the unmade bed and pause to ponder if I made it up for the whole two months I've been back living with my parents. I do not know. Sometimes I wonder if I could have enjoyed grade school more than I did. Because college is the best thing that ever happened to me. I anxiously await the day that I move into my house with my other four friends in Urbana. That die sun will shine down upon the rooftops as I unload my life for nine months. But, I wonder. Will I be doing the same thing that I am doing at home? Staying up late for no reason at all? That question makes me smile. Why would I ask myself something I already know. |
07-16-2007, 04:04 AM | #2 |
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Still awake at this time
should be up at nine What the fuck at The Cellar I'm stuck |
07-16-2007, 10:00 AM | #3 |
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The valley looks like a matted green carpet.
Rolling hills and gentle nubs.Inlets and black bear cubs. I am looking down with a birds eye view. Nautres tapestry. It's rivers running yon. I yawn. Up at the break of dawn. Last edited by skysidhe; 07-16-2007 at 10:01 AM. Reason: correcting tapestry |
07-16-2007, 10:20 AM | #4 |
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Spiders in the Cellar
A week ago
a spider bit me right between the eyes. My eyes swelled shut, my head swelled up to twice its normal size. Two nights ago a spider bit me right between the thighs. My butt swelled shut, my c*ck swelled up to twice its normal size. Last night I heard a voice coming from the cellar. It was my wife, singing, "Need more spiders." |
07-16-2007, 10:37 AM | #5 |
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Bombs and lolcats poem
I are serious cat
I know where it's at The troll I mean, I know he lurks He sneaks, he spies, he eyes, he jerks. He not cheezburger So hold the workz. He haz bucket The bucket iz lost I are serious cat I know what it cost.
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07-16-2007, 05:04 PM | #6 |
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each one is exponentially better than the next!
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Quote:
_____Oh, happy cellar _____Bastion of beauty and wit _____Friendship always found |
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07-16-2007, 07:03 PM | #8 |
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Okay, since its spontaneous, it doesn't have an ending, it's just two verses. Can't come up with the end without giving it more thought.
Tell me more, while I memorise, your eyes, Each laughter line and the way that you smile, for I can see, that the night is almost at an end, The bar is emptying And the taxis are Gathering Force. |
07-16-2007, 11:01 PM | #9 |
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Every time I feel enlightened
Or even slightly cool I find myself being weird and frightened And knowing I am a fool
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07-16-2007, 11:46 PM | #10 |
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She sleeps by my side
still after all these years I want her still more beautiful in my eyes today than yesterday still I can't wait for morning, breakfast brings new love still still she is the ache in my heart I am in love still all that I need from her will never stay still new love every day blossoms out of old old that lives still my love |
07-16-2007, 11:50 PM | #11 |
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Just a couple of min and I only came back and added the last two lines.
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07-17-2007, 08:11 AM | #12 |
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now this was spontaneous
What I give
You take What I dream You fake When I cry You breathe When I need You leave
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07-17-2007, 09:00 AM | #13 |
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Life Lesson
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Spontaneous Poem Should Not Be Written In Haste |
07-17-2007, 09:09 AM | #14 |
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Did you not like my poems?
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07-17-2007, 09:16 AM | #15 |
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Shawnee -- I thought of that while riding my motorcycle in to work this morning. It was intended to be ironic, and zen-ish.
I like your poem, and DanaC's, but I was trying to avoid commentary. |
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