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Posted: 1/17/2006 7:40:38 PM | I am new here, so I'm not sure if this has been done already. I thought it might be fun! This is based on an improvisational theatre game.
First line of the next poem, must begin with the last line of the previous poem. I am revisiting writing so I don't have a lot of material, but I will begin with a poem that appealed to some from another thread... Yes, the Rebel is Eternal's quirky twin:)
my father
the artist
painted my mother’s face
pretty purple
with a smudge of blue
like swirled berry ice cream
and my sister and i
would watch
in awe
how perfectly still
our mother was
my father
the artist
wailed for our mother’s love
intoxicated words
dribbled down his chin
like watermelon juice
and my sister and i
would watch
in awe
how perfectly still
our mother was
NEXT POEM begins with "Our mother was"
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Posted: 1/28/2006 12:39:22 PM | Our mother was, I think you'd agree,
a pillar raised to raise the bar of thought.
Always on the path of choice
Always teaching our minds were free.
Pleased to say that when she went
her voice remained at every turn
boasting love and mindfull thoughts
For sure our mom was Heaven sent.
And now, sometimes, I stop to think
what power I have to make a change
I only have to feel my breath,
Grab the glass of life and take a drink. | |
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Posted: 1/28/2006 4:30:49 PM | | To rebellious amish-Your lead off poem-that's a damn good poem. | |
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Posted: 1/29/2006 8:42:18 PM | Grab the glass of life and take a drink,
She told me.
A drink is what I need,
I replied.
Grab the glass of life,
Take it firmly in your hand,
Carpe diem, understand…?
….Yes, I understand fragility,
this glass of life, this life of glass,
Was always going to break, that’s the way we’re made.
And we argued over the necessity not to argue.
…Was always going to break, always meant to break!
So grab the glass of life and take a drink!
She told me.
So worship now the life of glass, stand still. Don’t think.
I replied.
—Life that’s always breaking!
—Life that’s always mending!
I could never make her understand.
She went on and on.
We shared our lives,
dangling within fragile glasses;
the shards we felt as jagged edges.
I could never make her understand.
And she moved on. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2006 1:29:07 PM | Wow, great writes sepot and eljaytee! Oh, and thanks for the posts Black Mary and Eljay... I'm revisiting poetry writing and so happy to have discovered the poetry forums here.
Yay! I'm glad this forum has taken off... Keep em coming!!!!
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Posted: 1/30/2006 10:51:25 PM | And she moved on
at first
the edge
just to get a feel
she stands
then slowly
the disk begins to rotate
apprehensive yet balanced
she walks
causiously
one step
then another
its getting faster
she picks up the tempo
steps into time
feels her rythme
more confident now
arms loose and balanced
she's centered
all in time
gliding
floating on motion
free at last
she struts
in tune
undaunted
she is the diamond. :)
(hope it works, I dunno?)
fun though:) | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 7:20:03 AM | Set free
See me!
Newly re-fledged
Icarus? not this time
No bets hedged
I seek the sublime
Set free
See me!
New again to laughter
and sure as stars above
Whatever may come after
I seek the joy of love
Set free
See me!
New view on the world
something deeper on my part
free now, lucky girl
to seek a kindred heart | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 8:04:23 AM | To seek a kindred heart
Seems an impossible feet
Like conquering Europe
With only ducks in your fleet
Or standing on end
When you fear your own
Do you hear that now?
The mission bells do toll
For they’ve found the heart
The kindred one you seek
Its being rooted out of a body
Quietly, as we speak. | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 9:42:39 AM | Quietly, as we speak
Children play their games
Never felt so weak
As I do in such shame.
Sorry I hurt you, dear.
The kids will learn in time
All these truths they have to hear
About daddy commiting that crime.
It was only once, but evenso
Once was more than you could handle
I now know that I must go
As I relive my greatest scandle.
The children, they do see yet
Why daddy's leaving now
But, they will soon, I bet.
I hope they forgive me, but how?
For in my deception on you
So, them, I've betrayed
But, nothing left to do
Damn these choices made. | |
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Posted: 2/2/2006 4:46:53 PM | damn these choices made
lemons can become lemonaid
so what if I choose the rocky road
it could lead back to a love that glowed | |
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Posted: 2/2/2006 10:43:51 PM | it could lead back to a love that glowed
one as bright as the sun
yet there was a shift
now the planets have fallen
all stars have been extinguished
into a hole I fell
upon tripping on cupids damned arrow
after an eternity of bleakness
out of the hellish pit I climbed
to my surprise and joy
all the stars and planets were back
as was the sun
looks like good days are on the horizon | |
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Posted: 2/2/2006 11:56:54 PM | looks like good days are on the horizon
now that i've had my breast augmentation,
lip enhancement, collagen injection,
face lift, tummy tuck, and liposuction. | |
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Posted: 2/3/2006 1:15:34 AM | ^^^ funny
Face lift, tummy tuck, and liposuction
all stretched out and tied to a frame
ready to be sun-dried, again
and the limo truck's waiting
slider in
hit the heat lamps
and shut the doors
this ones gonna be a keeper. | |
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Posted: 2/3/2006 8:34:23 AM | This ones gonna be a keeper,
Sky blue eyes,
Downy brown hair,
Bundle of joy,
Tucked in for the night,
In his tiny little sleeper. | |
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Posted: 2/3/2006 1:24:20 PM | ask him in his tiny sleeper
ask the voices in his head
ask the violent grim reaper
ask him why that he is dead
atoms, anthrax, neutron bombs,
slingshots, stones, a sharpened stick,
Agent Orange, Glock quick-loader,
does it matter which he picks?
ask the radiation burned,
ask the blistered, dying ones,
ask the broken, battered bodies,
ask the mothers, daughters, sons
arrow, spears, cross-bows, cannon,
napalm, phosphorus spread wide,
'smart' bombs, torture, traps trip-wired,
does it matter how they died?
ask the breast impaled and bleeding,
ask the voices screaming wild,
ask the lamed what parts are missing,
ask the grieved, “Was that your child?”
armor, weapons, ordnance, arms,
safeguards, protective armament,
'defense' budget, your income taxes,
does it matter where it’s spent?
ask the children shot at recess,
ask the teachers knifed in school,
ask the dead and dying millions,
ask them, “Why is killing ‘cool’?”
alligator purses, cowhide cases,
kid gloves, handmade pigskin boots,
blue suede shoes, a sharkskin wallet,
does it matter which he shoots?
ask the trapped and butchered ‘gator,
ask the baby goat who’s skinned,
ask the pig as its throat’s slit open,
ask the shark while it’s definned
ankle-length chinchilla, sable,
silver fox, Blackglama mink,
fleece-lined jackets, fur-trimmed parkas,
does it matter what they think?
ask the creatures raised in cages,
ask the lambs born just to die,
ask the wild, free-living beings,
ask them, “Are you less than I?”
appetizers, antipasto,
Sunday roast, cheeseburger rare,
caviar, crisp bacon, trout,
does it matter if they care?
ask the sturgeon, slit open, eggless,
ask the cow whose child is “veal,”
ask the trout when hooked and gasping,
ask them all, “Is your pain real?”
assassination, murder, war,
genocide, Manslaughter One,
execution, hunting, fishing,
does it matter why it’s done?
ask the widow left alone,
ask the orphans, parentless,
ask the victim’s sole survivor,
ask them who to curse or bless
ask yourself which death you fancy,
ask how you’d prefer to go,
ask why you don’t stop the killing,
when all you have to say is, “NO!” | |
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Posted: 2/3/2006 2:05:12 PM | when all you have to say is,"NO!"
But you CAN'T! You WON'T!
The temptation is to great!
The thrill! The rush!
The thought of hunting live bait!
The adventure! The excitment!
The adrenaline feeling!
It's amazing how things
can be so apealing!
The movies! The games!
The blood and the gore!
It's kind of amazing
How they always want more! | |
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Posted: 2/3/2006 5:48:17 PM | how they always want more
when they show you to the door
when they pick you off the floor
when you scream the word adore
i can give as much a them. . . . . . | |
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Posted: 2/4/2006 1:23:59 AM | I can give as much as them
I could give my all
I'd help you back up on your feet
just to watch you fall
I love you like a brother
you still can't use my truck
to go and buy your heroine
I just don't give a 4uck
I've seen you shake and I've seen you cry
and all I ask myself is why
We've seen your work, we know you're cool
but now you're just a doped-up fool
with needle marks you hide your pain
I love you brother, pray for rain
Soothing rain to cleanse your soul
Music soothes your hurt
Junkie see junkie do
How can I be more curt
You must take the first of steps
I see your journey long
Only you can know the tune
You must sing the song
A needle and a spoon you crave
to keep an even keel
Only you can heal yourself
And once again you'll feel
The joys of life you pawned away
And turned your heart to steel
But now you're on the straight and true
You're on the perfect track
To getting where you want to be
To getting your life back
We are all so proud of you
You cannot know our joy
To have the real you back again
Welcome home, and atta boy!
It's good to have you back again
It's good to see you well
But if you prick the pin again
You've sent yourself to hell
You know that road and all its traps
You know of each pit fall
You are your own worst enemy
You hate you most of all
So I will walk just one step back
I will not turn away
I can not ignore a friend
Who says he's on his way
The way back home is a treach'rous path
forought with perils plenty
But God knows you are worth it all
And that is why he sent me
Or maybe I've a row to hoe
and that is where you shine,
For you're a friend to me as well
You're a damn good friend of mine.
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Posted: 2/4/2006 4:32:52 AM | You're a damn good frined of mine,
And that's not some sort of line.
When I need you, you are here,
When I need a drink, you have the beer.
When I need a hug, to get through,
You hold me close and I don't feel blue.
If only there were more like you,
But not so many know what to do.
You are such a great friend, and so true,
I don't know how to live without you!!!
Next Line: I don't know how to live without you | |
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Posted: 2/4/2006 3:22:20 PM | I don't know how to live without you
But I would surely like to try
This life youv'e made a living hell
I'd much prefer you die | |
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