"Instant" Poetry (writing exercise) - Page 5

***Tessar*** · 05-30-2005, 09:41 PM

There once was a man named Lucas,
Who wouldn't write stories about Pookas,
But still refused to just sit on his tookas,
And so he made movies that had lots of bloopas.

Beruthiel's cat · 06-01-2005, 03:58 PM

Gosh and golly, oh ye gods!!
Tessar walks among the mods!!!

Last Child of Ungoliant · 06-01-2005, 05:13 PM

there once was a woman from ealing,
who had a peculiar fellin
so she lay on her back
[i]i am sure you know the rest

[/size]

***Tessar*** · 06-03-2005, 11:23 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Beruthiel's cat

Gosh and golly, oh ye gods!!
Tessar walks among the mods!!!

Meany. Now my feelings are all hurt.

Why... I think I feel some... TEEN ANGST COMING ON!!

*ahem*

Pain

There is nothing like pain
Seeping into my brain
like roses and black swans,
and mindless peons.

Pain!
Pain!
Pain...
Smart-asses are a pain in the-

Rosie Gamgee · 06-08-2005, 09:56 AM

lol!

Umm...

Here Goes Nothing

Sit at a chair
Swallow despair
Set out with intent
To make a dent
Prob'ly for naught
Just get caught
Here goes nothing

Smile a smile
Sing for a while
Hope to get seen
It's just a dream
Prob'ly for naught
Just can't get caught
Here goes nothing

Tear up within
But hold up my chin
All proud without
Carry no clout
But I can pretend
It's fine in the end
Here goes nothing

Cry in my room
Think of doom
The world is all bleak
The roof one giant leak
Can't get ahead
Anyway, it's all been said
Here goes nothing

Great tears of red
And soon I'll be dead
And who will have cared
How I never fared
Save drinking my tears
And eating my fears
Here goes nothing

But light's up above
There's Someone to love
Abd if I just fade
I'll have it made
Give up this shell
All's well that ends well
Here goes nothing

Lotesse · 09-15-2005, 03:26 PM

Things tasted different, when I was younger,
kittens were softer, men were more alluring,
the smell
of the air
had a quality unsurpassed.

Now things taste different, not
bad, not less good,
not at all. Just different.
That's life, I suppose. That's how it goes,
different. Always
different.

--Mia Buonarotti

P.S. - Rosie G, awesome poem! Was that really "instant?" Good stuff, indeed.

Tree Dweller · 09-15-2005, 04:43 PM

I really like that, Lotesse.

Exactly what it feels like to me to be turning 30 this year.

Lotesse · 09-15-2005, 05:01 PM

Thanx, Tree Dweller!

Rosie Gamgee · 09-20-2005, 06:51 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lotesse

Things tasted different, when I was younger,
kittens were softer, men were more alluring,
the smell
of the air
had a quality unsurpassed.

Now things taste different, not
bad, not less good,
not at all. Just different.
That's life, I suppose. That's how it goes,
different. Always
different.

--Mia Buonarotti

So life does keep getting worse, eh?

Nuts!

Quote:

P.S. - Rosie G, awesome poem! Was that really "instant?" Good stuff, indeed.

Yes, it was. I didn't even remember I wrote that until just now. I think I'll print it off and save it. lol. Thanks for the compliment.

Lotesse · 09-20-2005, 06:57 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rosie Gamgee

So life does keep getting worse, eh?

Nuts!

No, no, not at all, it doesn't get worse or even better necessarily - it just changes a great deal. Perception of life changes, and the actual planet changes; you can feel it deep inside you and smell it everywhere. Never worse, just different, but this is part of the beauty of life, being in constant flux.

Rosie Gamgee · 09-20-2005, 07:03 PM

That's very... Zen sounding. I personally, am of the belief that life gets to be more and more of a bummer as you go. At least that's what my experience keeps leading me to conclude. But, hey, there's always Heaven beyond, so I'm good!

jellyfishannah · 09-22-2005, 08:41 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rosie Gamgee

That's very... Zen sounding. I personally, am of the belief that life gets to be more and more of a bummer as you go. At least that's what my experience keeps leading me to conclude. But, hey, there's always Heaven beyond, so I'm good!

That stinks because for me it's getting better!

I love your poem! Sounds like a good song...

Rosie Gamgee · 09-27-2005, 06:05 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by jellyfishannah

That stinks because for me it's getting better!

I love your poem! Sounds like a good song...

jellyfishannah!!! How you doin', g!rl?

I don't mean to depress anyone. Life's really not that bad, I suppose. I was having a lousy day. Sorry.

Bran · 10-12-2005, 01:03 AM

Will I ever be ok?
be ok with the hug
will I ever stop wishing
it were more snug

showing signs of grief
at the sight of me
she turns the leaf

that tomorrow I might go home
take my time, be alone
stop wishing she'd visit
that's not what we need!

We need space
space to climb
to beem, to scream
a place where we can live
without her as a lid

ask her for a better time
she'd say
"show me the better rhyme"
turn and say

like the better days
we were happy
snogging
sappy

like the better days
when we were friends
when summer was around the bend
and nowhere near it's end

should we say goodbye?
try with all our might?
let go of the memorys?
or hold them tight?

she wants to let go
I say no
she says yes
we both know it's best

we'd drown each other
wrestle over the hose
such wonderful days
better than most

but it's ending
it's over
but it's ok
we had our wonderful days.

Bit of a mess...but so are my thoughts, so oh well. Off the top of your head, right?

Rosie Gamgee · 10-18-2005, 07:10 PM

Swell! I love it. It articulates some thoughts of mine that run along the same lines.

Neat old thread,
The poet thread.
We are smart
We climb the charts
Sneaking our rhymes
In unmetered times
In this neat thread
The poet thread.

Only poets allowed
And venting's allowed.
When we are sad
When we are glad
Vent what you feel
Go on--spill a spiel
Who needs the decorum
Of the General Topics forum?
Only poets allowed
And venting's allowed.

I'm glad to disguise
For rhyme's a disguise.
Nasty sentiment
To a screen lent
No consolation
Just praise and elation
For a thought well-said
In a poet's head
I'm glad to disguise
For rhyme's a disguise.

Neat old thread
The poet thread.
We come to share
Smiles and despair
In spontaneous thought
Which to the mind brought
Is conferred with delight
For others to sight
In this neat thread
The poet thread.

***Earniel*** · 10-19-2005, 04:08 AM

That's nice, very lively.

Bran · 10-20-2005, 02:43 AM

Here's one I just wrote...really fast, too.

Headlock

The bubbling cracks, skipping stones
she wouldn't believe me, but I'd seen it
it was there, and will be ever after
shed it off, the news won't surprise me

say ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, open wide
the water of life, broken mind mended
the space won't sacrifice itself
you'll just need to learn to live

the warm sounds
of heaven, keep me down
calm, lonesome, broken
maybe tomorrow I'll find my way

I wish I were the headlock
the broken bones
I wish she were the bandage
the mending I needed

I wish it were the truth
wish you didn't lie
wish you dinn't lie
why can't you skip that part

Speak the truth, or shoot me down
help me through, or put me in the ground
admit you can't, or close the coffin
sleep with me, or sing me to death

wish I were the headlock

the warm sounds
of heaven, keep me down
calm, moving, solem
it feels so warm

sounds warm
feels warm
holds warm
tastes warm

warm lies!!!!!!!!
cling to it, like a babe to his mother
bury the memorys deep down
where they'll never be found

the warm sounds
of her, keep me down
wish I were the headlock
maybe tomorrow I'll find my way.

***Tessar*** · 11-22-2005, 05:55 PM

Oh how I wish that it were Thanksgiving,
With turkey, cranberries, and plenty of trimming,
I'd eat all my fill, then stuff a bit more,
until my gore had become quite a bore!

Oh how I wish that it were Thanksgiving,
With turkey, cranberries, and plenty of trimming,
I've been sick a full month now, and we all agree,
Thanksgiving's the only thing that will help me!

Oh how I wish that it were Thanksgiving,
With turkey, cranberries, and plenty of trimming,
I'd lay on the couch and take a long nap,
Till the food in my stomach had turned all to fat!

Lotesse · 02-27-2006, 09:06 PM

The sudden rain makes some insane,
and she says "Bring it on!" in vain;
and little things run fast and hard
and curl up, and duck down, and -
just to keep dry, take the train...
Just to stay out of the rain.

- hey, this is "Instant poetry," folks, not preconceived and well-edited, careful poetry. Instant, meaning if you think of it right this instant, you post as it comes to you. I miss this old thread...

Bran, I really liked "Headlock." Especially this part:

Speak the truth, or shoot me down
help me through, or put me in the ground
admit you can't, or close the coffin
sleep with me, or sing me to death

wish I were the headlock

NICE! Very good poem.

Farimir Captain of Gondor · 03-03-2006, 11:49 PM

Okay, I havn't written a poem, or even thought about, since maybe 5th grade. Yesterday was Dr. Seuss' 102 birthday and I forgot about it untill today.

I decided in his honor I'd write, think up, a poem about my time so far on the moot. Ive decided to write it in the style of e.e. cummings who never used caps or puncuation. It makes it easier.

*clears throat...takes a deep breath*

the internet i found
there must be a reason
a cable line downed
ah the storm season

theres plenty of info
some a bore
my computer runs slow
yet i come back for more

a tolkien search was ran
theres the entmoot
hold my exitment if i can
for all the girls are cute

theres something for all
the guys are real cool
im having a ball
the cafe has a pool

the kitchens five star
inspectors are clubed with a fish
theres even a bar
stop by eat a dish

the mods theres not a bunch
their regulations are fair
i havnt dealt with them much
i think one has gold hair

the theorys may seem weird
but all of them great
theres talk of elves with a beard
and eating on both sides of a plate

the quizes are rough
the games are fun
the moot answers the tough
everyones bright as the sun

this is my poem
bad it may be
but the moot is my home
where you always feel free

*sprints off stage*

06-01-2005, 03:58 PM	#82
Beruthiel's cat mystical divinity of Unashamed Felinity Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: New York's beautiful North Coast -- we're all mad here!!! Posts: 635	Gosh and golly, oh ye gods!! Tessar walks among the mods!!! __________________ "Never try to out-stubborn a cat!" -- R. Heinlein ~~~~~~~~~ "But I don't want to be among mad people, " Alice remarked. "Oh, but you can't help that," said the Cat; "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here." ~~ Lewis Carroll ~~~~~~~~~~~ Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana...

06-08-2005, 09:56 AM	#85
Rosie Gamgee The Lovely Hobbit-Lass Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Bounded in a nut-shell Posts: 1,593	lol! Umm... Here Goes Nothing Sit at a chair Swallow despair Set out with intent To make a dent Prob'ly for naught Just get caught Here goes nothing Smile a smile Sing for a while Hope to get seen It's just a dream Prob'ly for naught Just can't get caught Here goes nothing Tear up within But hold up my chin All proud without Carry no clout But I can pretend It's fine in the end Here goes nothing Cry in my room Think of doom The world is all bleak The roof one giant leak Can't get ahead Anyway, it's all been said Here goes nothing Great tears of red And soon I'll be dead And who will have cared How I never fared Save drinking my tears And eating my fears Here goes nothing But light's up above There's Someone to love Abd if I just fade I'll have it made Give up this shell All's well that ends well Here goes nothing __________________ It's New Years Day, just like the day before; Same old skies of grey, same empty bottles on the floor. Another year's gone by, and I was thinking once again, How can I take this losing hand and somehow win? Just give me One Good Year To get my feet back on the ground. I've been chasing grace; Grace ain't so easily found One bad hand can devil a man, chase him and carry him down. I've got to get out of here, just give me One Good Year!

09-15-2005, 03:26 PM	#86
Lotesse of the House of Fëanor Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 6,150	The Taste of Life Things tasted different, when I was younger, kittens were softer, men were more alluring, the smell of the air had a quality unsurpassed. Now things taste different, not bad, not less good, not at all. Just different. That's life, I suppose. That's how it goes, different. Always different. --Mia Buonarotti P.S. - Rosie G, awesome poem! Was that really "instant?" Good stuff, indeed. __________________ Few people have the imagination for reality. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

09-15-2005, 04:43 PM	#87
Tree Dweller Elven Warrior Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: The bulls-eye for recent hurricanes, but I still love these white sands....nothing compares. Posts: 129	I really like that, Lotesse. Exactly what it feels like to me to be turning 30 this year. __________________ ------------------------------------------- Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. C. S. Lewis ------------------------------------------- I always liked going South, somehow it feels like going downhill. Treebeard ------------------------------------------- ~~Diary of a Beach Bum~~

09-15-2005, 05:01 PM	#88
Lotesse of the House of Fëanor Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 6,150	Thanx, Tree Dweller! __________________ Few people have the imagination for reality. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

05-30-2005, 09:41 PM	#81
*Tessar* Master and Wielder of the Cardboard Harp of Gondor Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: IM IN UR POSTZ, EDITIN' UR WURDZ Posts: 6,433	There once was a man named Lucas, Who wouldn't write stories about Pookas, But still refused to just sit on his tookas, And so he made movies that had lots of bloopas.

06-01-2005, 05:13 PM	#83
Last Child of Ungoliant The Intermittent One Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: here and there Posts: 4,671	there once was a woman from ealing, who had a peculiar fellin so she lay on her back [i]i am sure you know the rest [/size]

09-20-2005, 07:03 PM	#91
Rosie Gamgee The Lovely Hobbit-Lass Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Bounded in a nut-shell Posts: 1,593	That's very... Zen sounding. I personally, am of the belief that life gets to be more and more of a bummer as you go. At least that's what my experience keeps leading me to conclude. But, hey, there's always Heaven beyond, so I'm good! __________________ It's New Years Day, just like the day before; Same old skies of grey, same empty bottles on the floor. Another year's gone by, and I was thinking once again, How can I take this losing hand and somehow win? Just give me One Good Year To get my feet back on the ground. I've been chasing grace; Grace ain't so easily found One bad hand can devil a man, chase him and carry him down. I've got to get out of here, just give me One Good Year!

10-12-2005, 01:03 AM	#94
Bran Hobbit Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Neverland Posts: 35	Will I ever be ok? be ok with the hug will I ever stop wishing it were more snug showing signs of grief at the sight of me she turns the leaf that tomorrow I might go home take my time, be alone stop wishing she'd visit that's not what we need! We need space space to climb to beem, to scream a place where we can live without her as a lid ask her for a better time she'd say "show me the better rhyme" turn and say like the better days we were happy snogging sappy like the better days when we were friends when summer was around the bend and nowhere near it's end should we say goodbye? try with all our might? let go of the memorys? or hold them tight? she wants to let go I say no she says yes we both know it's best we'd drown each other wrestle over the hose such wonderful days better than most but it's ending it's over but it's ok we had our wonderful days. Bit of a mess...but so are my thoughts, so oh well. Off the top of your head, right? Last edited by Bran : 10-12-2005 at 06:19 PM.

10-18-2005, 07:10 PM	#95
Rosie Gamgee The Lovely Hobbit-Lass Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Bounded in a nut-shell Posts: 1,593	Swell! I love it. It articulates some thoughts of mine that run along the same lines. Neat old thread, The poet thread. We are smart We climb the charts Sneaking our rhymes In unmetered times In this neat thread The poet thread. Only poets allowed And venting's allowed. When we are sad When we are glad Vent what you feel Go on--spill a spiel Who needs the decorum Of the General Topics forum? Only poets allowed And venting's allowed. I'm glad to disguise For rhyme's a disguise. Nasty sentiment To a screen lent No consolation Just praise and elation For a thought well-said In a poet's head I'm glad to disguise For rhyme's a disguise. Neat old thread The poet thread. We come to share Smiles and despair In spontaneous thought Which to the mind brought Is conferred with delight For others to sight In this neat thread The poet thread. __________________ It's New Years Day, just like the day before; Same old skies of grey, same empty bottles on the floor. Another year's gone by, and I was thinking once again, How can I take this losing hand and somehow win? Just give me One Good Year To get my feet back on the ground. I've been chasing grace; Grace ain't so easily found One bad hand can devil a man, chase him and carry him down. I've got to get out of here, just give me One Good Year!

10-19-2005, 04:08 AM	#96
*Earniel* The Chocoholic Sea Elf Administrator Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: N?n in Eilph (Belgium) Posts: 14,363	That's nice, very lively. __________________ We are not things.

10-20-2005, 02:43 AM	#97
Bran Hobbit Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Neverland Posts: 35	Here's one I just wrote...really fast, too. Headlock The bubbling cracks, skipping stones she wouldn't believe me, but I'd seen it it was there, and will be ever after shed it off, the news won't surprise me say ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, open wide the water of life, broken mind mended the space won't sacrifice itself you'll just need to learn to live the warm sounds of heaven, keep me down calm, lonesome, broken maybe tomorrow I'll find my way I wish I were the headlock the broken bones I wish she were the bandage the mending I needed I wish it were the truth wish you didn't lie wish you dinn't lie why can't you skip that part Speak the truth, or shoot me down help me through, or put me in the ground admit you can't, or close the coffin sleep with me, or sing me to death wish I were the headlock the warm sounds of heaven, keep me down calm, moving, solem it feels so warm sounds warm feels warm holds warm tastes warm warm lies!!!!!!!! cling to it, like a babe to his mother bury the memorys deep down where they'll never be found the warm sounds of her, keep me down wish I were the headlock maybe tomorrow I'll find my way. Last edited by Bran : 02-11-2006 at 03:24 AM.

11-22-2005, 05:55 PM	#98
*Tessar* Master and Wielder of the Cardboard Harp of Gondor Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: IM IN UR POSTZ, EDITIN' UR WURDZ Posts: 6,433	Oh how I wish that it were Thanksgiving, With turkey, cranberries, and plenty of trimming, I'd eat all my fill, then stuff a bit more, until my gore had become quite a bore! Oh how I wish that it were Thanksgiving, With turkey, cranberries, and plenty of trimming, I've been sick a full month now, and we all agree, Thanksgiving's the only thing that will help me! Oh how I wish that it were Thanksgiving, With turkey, cranberries, and plenty of trimming, I'd lay on the couch and take a long nap, Till the food in my stomach had turned all to fat!

02-27-2006, 09:06 PM	#99
Lotesse of the House of Fëanor Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 6,150	The sudden rain makes some insane, and she says "Bring it on!" in vain; and little things run fast and hard and curl up, and duck down, and - just to keep dry, take the train... Just to stay out of the rain. - hey, this is "Instant poetry," folks, not preconceived and well-edited, careful poetry. Instant, meaning if you think of it right this instant, you post as it comes to you. I miss this old thread... Bran, I really liked "Headlock." Especially this part: Speak the truth, or shoot me down help me through, or put me in the ground admit you can't, or close the coffin sleep with me, or sing me to death wish I were the headlock NICE! Very good poem. __________________ Few people have the imagination for reality. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Last edited by Lotesse : 02-28-2006 at 12:44 AM.

03-03-2006, 11:49 PM	#100
Farimir Captain of Gondor Spaceman Spiff Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In the belly of a Firefly, living in Serenity is where you'll find me Posts: 1,438	Okay, I havn't written a poem, or even thought about, since maybe 5th grade. Yesterday was Dr. Seuss' 102 birthday and I forgot about it untill today. I decided in his honor I'd write, think up, a poem about my time so far on the moot. Ive decided to write it in the style of e.e. cummings who never used caps or puncuation. It makes it easier. clears throat...takes a deep breath the internet i found there must be a reason a cable line downed ah the storm season theres plenty of info some a bore my computer runs slow yet i come back for more a tolkien search was ran theres the entmoot hold my exitment if i can for all the girls are cute theres something for all the guys are real cool im having a ball the cafe has a pool the kitchens five star inspectors are clubed with a fish theres even a bar stop by eat a dish the mods theres not a bunch their regulations are fair i havnt dealt with them much i think one has gold hair the theorys may seem weird but all of them great theres talk of elves with a beard and eating on both sides of a plate the quizes are rough the games are fun the moot answers the tough everyones bright as the sun this is my poem bad it may be but the moot is my home where you always feel free sprints off stage __________________ Do you hear that? Last edited by Farimir Captain of Gondor : 03-04-2006 at 03:18 AM.

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