whatcha whatcha whatcha want?

[perks]

whatcha want?
Where ya get your information from, huh?

Nothing like the Beasties to bring you back to poetry.

How hard is your poetry?
Does your simple vocabulary create immense imagery?
Or does your immense vocabulary create simple imagery?
Does your poetry float or does it sink deeply, imbedding itself
into every mind, into every mouth and throat
that speaks it?
Oh yeah, and did you miss me?

You all suck, but me most of all.
Here it is, the challenge.

Live a poem.

 

[BooMerengue]

like a moth to a flame
hovering...
live a poem?
how...

 

[RhymeFairy]

a poem we wrote...
already written...

details plezzz~~~

and how do we know tis been done afterword..hmmmmmm?

*grins*

sounds like fun...

 

[WickedEve]

Oh yeah, and did you miss me?

Miss you? Who are you? Wait. The ass looks familiar...

 

[Angeline]

Miss you? Who are you? Wait. The ass looks familiar...

It's all ruffly like...like...duck feathers, sorta.

 

[Angeline]

whatcha want?
Where ya get your information from, huh?

Nothing like the Beasties to bring you back to poetry.

How hard is your poetry?
Does your simple vocabulary create immense imagery?
Or does your immense vocabulary create simple imagery?
Does your poetry float or does it sink deeply, imbedding itself
into every mind, into every mouth and throat
that speaks it?
Oh yeah, and did you miss me?

You all suck, but me most of all.
Here it is, the challenge.

Live a poem.

I'm not sure
if I'm living a poem
or a Woody Allen movie
that he hasn't written yet,
but my vocabulary is tiny
as a neutron and just
as kosmically huge as
antidisestablishmentarianism,

which Daddy once said
was the biggest word ever
but meant nothing to me
then and hardly does now

as to how my poems arrive
sometimes I jazz them out
in one cacophanous improv
of a dream or recollection
or I strive to be precise
(that's when my mind
is full of ice, a frozen void,
drek instead of poetry)

but I'm an all or nothing
kind of girl and this brain fart
is swinish maybe later look
and I can irritate a pearl
if I don't suck like you do,
too, but what the fuck we write
my dear we write and I
love you

my life is art like yours
come home where you
belong.

 

[WickedEve]

I'm not sure
if I'm living a poem
or a Woody Allen movie
that he hasn't written yet,

That is so true for you! You are an unwritten W.A. movie.

 

[champagne1982]

On Life Poems

I can't live a poem,
nor can a tree,
but maybe, if I look closely,
poetry
lives next to a leaf
fallen from the birch, that dances
in a yellow dress.

I've lived a song.
The notes, the spark of thought
burning through my cerebellum
and the beat
pulsing at my brain stem.

I've lived love.
Come with me
and dance. This love
is the song
I want to live,
This life is the poem
of my love.

 

[darkmaas]

Duck or Drake?

Ah, I see by gentle curve,
it must be duck.
Now be still Addled Perv
<what rhymes with duck>

 

[Angeline]

That is so true for you! You are an unwritten W.A. movie.

Live Poem

he wants to
cook me lobstah
and i keep thinking
of Annie Hall la dee dah
what if the lobster escapes?
i never told anyone
but I had lobster nightmares
as a child do you think
that's an exclusively
Jewish nightmare, being
terrorized by shellfish?
my only regret
is that I can't sing
Seems Like Old Times
like Diane Keaton did
so sophisticated
and vulnerable but I
have to go now because
there might be a spider
the size of a Cadillac
in my bathroom

 

[perks]

On Life Poems

I can't live a poem,
nor can a tree,
but maybe, if I look closely,
poetry
lives next to a leaf
fallen from the birch, that dances
in a yellow dress.

I've lived a song.
The notes, the spark of thought
burning through my cerebellum
and the beat
pulsing at my brain stem.

I've lived love.
Come with me
and dance. This love
is the song
I want to live,
This life is the poem
of my love.

perfect imagery in 4,5,6,7.

 

[RhymeFairy]

removed a poem.
sorry ...​

 

[Jennifer C]

Bump

This thread has produced some wonderful poetry ~

I had to Bump this...

 

[sandspike]

My Poetry

my poetry floats in the shallow end
reflexing the colors in your mind
drifting with the wind and tides
towards an amber sky and blue background
wave after wave offered up ......

changing nothing, just soaking it in
rubbing lotion on wounds and tender feet
hearing the surf and blues sounds
my only tools the church key and some banana boat
my only message:
carried from my eyes and nose and ears to you

 

[Jennifer C]

my poetry floats in the shallow end
reflexing the colors in your mind
drifting with the wind and tides
towards an amber sky and blue background
wave after wave offered up ......

changing nothing, just soaking it in
rubbing lotion on wounds and tender feet
hearing the surf and blues sounds
my only tools the church key and some banana boat
my only message:
carried from my eyes and nose and ears to you

 

[RhymeFairy]

Friendship ~

my poetry floats in the shallow end
reflexing the colors in your mind
drifting with the wind and tides
towards an amber sky and blue background
wave after wave offered up ......

changing nothing, just soaking it in
rubbing lotion on wounds and tender feet
hearing the surf and blues sounds
my only tools the church key and some banana boat
my only message:
carried from my eyes and nose and ears to you

my message is carried
back. floating upon the
seas breeze. gently showering
down, whispering
encouragement ... feeling
soft gentle hands surrounding.

hugs wrapped in waves of a
loving embrace. feel me now,
sweetly holding ... cupping
close. tending your worrisome
wounds, with heartfelt
friendships, kind hands ...

 

[Jennifer C]

my message is carried
back. floating upon the
seas breeze. gently showering
down, whispering
encouragement ... feeling
soft gentle hands surrounding.

hugs wrapped in waves of a
loving embrace. feel me now,
sweetly holding ... cupping
close. tending your worrisome
wounds, with heartfelt
friendships, kind hands ...

 

[sandspike]

my message is carried
back. floating upon the
seas breeze. gently showering
down, whispering
encouragement ... feeling
soft gentle hands surrounding.

hugs wrapped in waves of a
loving embrace. feel me now,
sweetly holding ... cupping
close. tending your worrisome
wounds, with heartfelt
friendships, kind hands ...

Two strangers meet on a bus
and go their own way
two strangers meet on a page
and turn one another
with tales of the soul
and important places
known only to poets
who see into things
both dark and brilliant blue
and every now and then.....
aquamarine

 

[RhymeFairy]

Two strangers meet on a bus
and go their own way
two strangers meet on a page
and turn one another
with tales of the soul
and important places
known only to poets
who see into things
both dark and brilliant blue
and every now and then.....
aquamarine

telling tales, two souls meet
each taking tokens, of tender care
sharing all, memories are forged
feelings combine, making the night glow
gathering emotions, of two kindered souls ...