Impromptu Verse

glumirk · Senior Member

Impromptu Verse

Euphrasie · Senior Bucketkeeper

Minutiae press you, mold you small.
Moving on, drink from the milky Moon.
Mind you meditate a moment on the music around all.
Meander 'cross the moor till your mood lifts soon,
And the matter is moot for you are tall--
Mighty like a moose or mellow midst June
And her friends: hear them call?

Next: The Hamster's Escape

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

The Hamster's Escape

Born into a cage
Bred for amusement
A pet was the term
Yet sold as a slave

Gifted to a child
A mere eight year old
Told it would die soon
And left in its care

Over the few months
Alive in that home
Hung a death shadow
Despite the child's glee

Parental knowledge
Soon was prophecy
And my niece cried
The hamster's escape

It was his release
From her laughs and glee
She liked his squeeks
Squeezed by her hand

Next Topic: Vikings

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

glumirk, that was an amazing use of imagery! Very nice!

arbilad · Head Chef

There once was a viking with long horns
Who worried too much about the Norns
He would not go raiding
Life he was evading
He was right; Earth was invaded by Gorns

next topic: Dipthongs

P.S. I know that Vikings didn't really wear horns. But it works for the poem.

Homestar Runner · Senior Member

Our dipthong, tis of thee!
Monosyllabicly
Roll off our tongues!

Two target tongue - placements!
Phoneticians struggle with - the rent!
Don't date one, or - you'll bet
You've stepped in dung!

Next topic: Practical jokes for bomb disposal guys

rayb · Hot Air Balloon

Dipthong
(by RayB)
When Oedipus goughed out his eyes and cursed his very soul,
For discovering what he had done when losing all control.
When Medea killed her beloved kids and damned herself to hell,
for Jason's infidelity--Oh! the horrors she could tell.
And all the other tragic greeks compare little to the wrong
I felt when I saw Arbi wearing only his dipthong!

--Ray

-- Edited by rayb at 15:57, 2007-06-22

rayb · Hot Air Balloon

Dang I wasn't fast enough... and yet mine is so... good... :)

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

Practical jokes for bomb disposal guys

I don't know no bomb disposal guys
so for jokes I can't tell you no lies
But I guess off duty and such
their bloopers don't differ so much
Yet they keep work from play
so they live the next day

I would think if one crossed the line
others would swifly kick his behind
For scaring a co-worker out of snot
Is poor form when they're in a tight spot

Next topic: Stepping on a pinecone

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

Tactile crunch under my feet of fallen leaves, and pine cones.
I am real, I sense and feel, I am not made of stones.

Next topic
healthy outlets of expression

rayb · Hot Air Balloon

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Healthy outlets of expression
by RayB

When I plug the vacuum in,
Then think of all my icky sin
I wonder if there is for me
A vacuum that will set me free
Suck away the sticky goo
That's stuck beneath my soul's shoe,
And makes me feel like doggie doo...

Then I remember chapter, verse
That the Lord can lift my curse
Leaving me all clean and pure
...Until I go and sin some more...
Feeling worse than I ever did
when I was just an ignorant kid
and Just can't seem to get rid.

What I need is something new
To take the place of doggie doo
To keep me walking in the light
To keep my mind all fresh and bright
Replace my habits that are bad
With services that leave me glad--
More than just a passing fad.

I can write a story bold.
I can camp out in the cold
With a troop of frozen scouts.
I can eat my brussel sprouts.
I can mow a widow's lawn,
Drive slowly on the autobon,
And watch ballet without a yawn.

I can help someone who needs.
I can plant love's kindly seeds.
Good habits help me fight depression
Healthy outlets of expression...
Outlets where I may plug the Savior in.
He and his helpful seraphim
Can keep me clean from icky sin.

--Ray
(next topic: Zit Cream)

-- Edited by rayb at 10:42, 2007-06-25

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

Ray, you do have a powerful way of expressing your faith.

-- Edited by zealia at 12:01, 2007-06-25

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

I have never found a cream
that will take away acne
and make my face gleam.
I have that giving my face a splash
with some brands causes a rash.

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

Next topic yesterdays

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

I take the good and the bad of yesterday
and file it away for recall a little each day,
I take the good and the bad
for both I am glad.
But I hope to embrace the good,
and overcome the bad as I should.
next topic
favorite living in a shell

-- Edited by zealia at 12:04, 2007-06-25

rayb · Hot Air Balloon

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Living in a Shell
by RayB

Oobeedoo Oobeedie
How I wish that I could fly!
Oobeedoo Oobeeding
How I wish that I could sing!
But now I'm stuck down on the ground
Confined in here to make no sound.
Fear's become my private hell
Protected by my safe, safe shell.

--Ray
PS. Next Topic: Jump!

-- Edited by rayb at 12:28, 2007-06-25

arbilad · Head Chef

You know Gordon Jump was a man of fame
Although you know his face, but not his name
He sat awaiting repair calls, none came
In Cincinnati, he made jokes most tame.

next topic: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor dreamcoat

Cocobeem · Keeper of the Holy Grail

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat

My little baby girl was just about three
She had a favorite movie, don't you see
I didn't like Miss Collins and her glittery chest
I only wanted baby to watch what was best
The show in general gave me the creeps
I knew if I'd sown it, there'd be the reaps
So forbid it I did, and proud of myself
That darned thing just sat on the shelf
Till a more appropriate age she did grow
When she gets that big, I'll let you know.

Next topic- Phantasms

arbilad · Head Chef

A strange man, a phantasm
At lakes, man ate, and at a chasm

Next topic: Cognitive dissonance

Homestar Runner · Senior Member

This poem is not about Cognitive Dissonance. And it's not a poem either.

It sure is great, having that thing all not sitting there where nobody is looking at it, but even if it was, imagine how nice it would be to have it there, because everybody could see it for what it really is, instead of what just everybody assumes it is, because they're all caught up in their own distorted belief windows that only allow certain kinds of stuff to be tossed through them (the windows, not the people) because it's an ingrained self-defense mechanism brought about most likely by their upbringing, (and don't you dare bring up the nature vs. nurture debate here, bucko - because you and I both know that there was absolutely NO chance in a million years that she didn't see that thing coming, and she had absolutely NO excuse when it finally did) and I mean, what are they going to do - suddenly become superhuman with supernatural powers that defy all explanation, and commence flying around and zapping things with their x-ray finger guns, heroicly identifying keys lodged in digestive tracts and the fact that the kid didn't just have a deep muscle bruise, but in fact had managed to recieve a compound fracture, which still amazes us that you can just hide a thing like that for so long without admitting that your arm is sore?

Yep, I sure wouldn't want a thing like that to be all sitting right here in front of me like it is right now. And it's really not as bad as everyone says it is.

HSR

Next topic:
Corporate disaster preparedness plans, implemented pre 9/11.

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

Cognitive Dissonance

How oft must I lament
as did Nephi of old
of sins fallen prey to

Yet he knew whom to trust
and upward always rose
drooping no more in sin

But David on his throne
wandered from that path
then lamented in psalm

Where do I fit in here
neither king or prophet
weak with my painful thorns

Next topic: Blade of Grass

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

I'm not sure if what you posted HSR would qualify for fitting the topic of cognitive dissonance... I may be wrong...

So, in an executive ruling, I will state that either his next topic or my next topic are legitimate choices for the next contestant...

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

I read a book that said that if you had a proper name for every word that we would not be able to comprehend an umbrella category and used the example of a blade of grass. If every blade had a proper name, it would be hard to share a common language as it would require almost an infitnite ability to name each blade. Nobody could know the proper name for each blade of grass. Where would we be with out the ability to share such meaning? Each man an island without the words to express grass. So simple greeen, so sweet so clean. The rolling hills of Ireland that have pulled me for years may hold no allure if somewhere I did not conceptualize the collective meaning of rolling grass and the shades of green. And when it rains here and all greens up, I come more to life. The soft green grass of the neighbors that I played and rolled and tumbled in and was able to know when it was okay to go ahead after the rain. Their thick grass that was so lush and the lesson passed on from the neighbor about how they pulled weeds when they first lived there each day. They were old and elderly and by this time there was not a week to be seen. Just grass that was ever ever so green. And it holds such fond memories in my heart. Of grass can I begin to tell you the smallest part...

Next topic: future hopes

-- Edited by zealia at 19:42, 2007-06-27

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

Are you guys creating original stuff, or is it coming from some other source?

edited to add... I just ask because, while I don't personally consider the more prose like style to be poetry, if you guys did come up with that originally and on the fly, well it was brilliant even if it seemed a bit artsy-fartsy...

-- Edited by Cat Herder at 07:15, 2007-06-28

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

Cat Herder, I really did read a book that I think was called the Trivium and written by a nun that had that very concept in it about how if you had a name for every grass blade that people woudl not be able to communicate because it would be impossible to know the name of every blade of grass. Realize that means that the actual word of grass or any word for grass would not exist. It was so interesting for me to think about. I wrote all of that as I was going along with free association and all. I composed it right here on this site as I was going along without any editing. I know that editiing improves things and all, but I sure hate to do it!

rayb · Hot Air Balloon

All of my poems are free-form too.
Sometimes I'll post them prematurely,
And then format them into a poem,
Changing a word here and there,
Fixing the rhythm
And creating the layout
All after they've been posted.

Which I find to be quite fun...

There's something magical
About writing a poem

It's like you connect
To some other state
Of Consciousness.

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

That is neat, zealia! I'm not as well read as probably most of you are, but I like it when folks include allusion to other pieces of literature in their poetry. I've been known to do it from time to time myself.

Okay, back to the exercise... the topic is future hopes

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

Thank you, Catherder. I looked up the actual details just now. The book is The Trivium: The Liberal Arts of Logic, Grammar, and Rhetoric by Sister Miriam Joseph. I am not that well-read actually. I really love the logical lay of her book and her depth of knowledge. It expands my mind although I cannot hold all the facts that they seem to possess.

I like to experiment with different forms with poetry. I try to avoid too much editing because I worry that I could get too perfectionistic and then not want anybody to view my work as I would think it is not good enough. If I were to work really hard and it would still not be good enough, then I would feel like I was a failure. Some of my favorite works actually have been the easiest for me to compose. It is important for me to share much of my work as my creations are apart of me whether my works are hopefully good or obviously bad.

-- Edited by zealia at 09:26, 2007-06-28

-- Edited by zealia at 09:29, 2007-06-28

Cocobeem · Keeper of the Holy Grail

zealia - I think if you like your work, that's the main thing. It will "speak" to certain people, and that's all you can hope for, isn't it? Some poem or book or visual art can't possilby affect everyone, can it? But when you come across something that really speaks to you, like your kinship spirits, isn't that wonderful? That makes it all worth it to me.

("it" meaning sifting through everything else that doesn't particularly do anything for me.)

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

I do agree, Coco!

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

Future Hopes

One of future hopes, that
The future is one hopes

Hope in the future, like
The coming dawn of day

A future of hope, as
The certain faith produce

Next Topic: The Last Play I Saw...

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

Cat, well put!
Now I will try to put to verse about my last play.

What was my last play?
I really can't say?
My family goes to plays.
Because of ocd, behind
I stay.
Seeing the emotions live
in person makes me
mesmerized.
I become so immersed
in what the actors have rehearsed.
My reality gets a little off kilter
and fantasy distorts my filter.
Now for a segue about a play
that my daddy and I watched
on t.v. one day.
I think it was Waiting for Godot.
It was more strange than the Hobbit.
It made me feel so apathetic.
And it made my dad elated.
Maybe I am pathetic,
it has been so long since I've dated.

Next topic:
grandparents

hiccups · Future Queen in Zion

tell me about grandparents
how they love you
and how they play with you

tell me about the things
you did together
when you went to visit

tell me about the food
was it old, too,
or was it better than home?

tell me how you were happy there...

I'll tell you about grandma's house
how I was scared to go there
and why I was glad when she died.

I'll tell you she was so old
and done with playing
before I was born.

I'll tell you how she said
my brothers and I embarrassed her
when we went out in public.

I'll tell you about what she didn't say
about the son that lived with her:
he molested children for over fifty years.

I'll tell you how I felt she had betrayed us
by putting us grandkids to bed under
the same roof as him.

At grandma's house the rice crispies wiggled.

Next topic: jelly

-- Edited by hiccups at 00:03, 2007-07-04

-- Edited by hiccups at 00:04, 2007-07-04

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

jelly

the sweet side of the sandwich
spread next to creamy peanuts
royal purple grapeiness

for some

and hot sticky summer days
mom canning in the kitchen
crabapple pink confection

to me

Next Topic: Buyer's Remorse

arbilad · Head Chef

Buyer's Remorse

I do not want it
For me it holds no value
It made me buy it

Next topic: Jury nullification

hiccups · Future Queen in Zion

There once was a gentleman named Arbilad
who was found on the Bountiful site he had,
raising felines and pontification
and poems of jury nullification,
all while in a Star Trek costume clad.

Next: Muppets!

-- Edited by hiccups at 16:19, 2007-07-05

Homestar Runner · Senior Member

Kermit the Frog
avoids Ernie
at coctail
parties.

Pity.

Next - Manifest Destiny

Roper · Senior Bucketkeeper

Manifest Destiny

"I will fight no more forever"

It is Good

to fill the skies with the smoke signals of your burning villages
to plant our seed in the bellies of your women
to feed your mudered children to the vultures

It is Good

to offer the right hand in peace and steal your lands with the left
to hunt for sport the herds of your life and leave their carcasses rotting on the prairie
to drive you as chaff before the whirlwind

And God said: It is Good

"From where the sun now stands"

next: easel and palette

-- Edited by Roper at 16:34, 2007-07-06

hiccups · Future Queen in Zion

They were a gift two years ago;
easel, paints, brushes and pallette,
now still in mint condition;
Lonely supplies of a neglectful owner
who's busy, sad and out of practice.

Next: trust

-- Edited by hiccups at 15:54, 2007-07-06

hiccups · Future Queen in Zion

When I can't trust my mother
what can I do?

Like saying there isn't a God,
it's just the type of thing
that couldn't be true.

But I knew something was wrong,
for years I thought it was me;

Because mothers are love
and mothers are trust,

but mothers are not insanity.

hiccups · Future Queen in Zion

I didn't even have anything in mind when I wrote that topic, but I noticed in the OP that it was okay to write on my own suggestion.

Next: Armadillos

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

Hiccups, yes you can write on your own suggestion as long as you did not write it before. It's sad when you can't trust grandparents or parents. Every child deserves good parents. Life is not fair though.

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

A is for Armadillos
Bony armor clads
these fellows
that build burrows
in moist soil near
creeks and arroyos.
(had to use a search engine to brush up on my knowledge of Armadillos which was practically nil)

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

next topic: friendly people

Cocobeem · Keeper of the Holy Grail

Some people are so friendly
They'll smile and just say "hi"
Others seem to avoid your gaze
They blink and just walk by

I want to be the friendly sort
It really wouldn't hurt
To focus outside myself some more
To get outside my yurt

People need a smile, you know
It makes them feel so good
It makes them more sensitive
And that is what we should

Be.

next topic- Don't Embarass Me

zealia · Profuse Pontificator

For my years, I was backwards,
It was like my peers were frogs
while I was still a toad.
Perhaps a nerd would
be a descriptive word.
It would have been
so easy.
for people to
embarass me.
But instead,
many would befriend
me.
Thank you to all who
did not embarass me
you are in my heart
today.

Next topic:
joy of learning

-- Edited by zealia at 17:01, 2007-07-09

arbilad · Head Chef

My joy of learning
Comes from the Joy of Cooking
For sweets I am yearning

Next topic: Baby smiles

hiccups · Future Queen in Zion

Big innocent eyes
crinkled up in merriment
and wonder;
pure bliss
shows on his small face
in this perfect moment;
and I feel God's love
everytime my baby smiles.

Next: first kiss

-- Edited by hiccups at 20:35, 2007-07-25

Cat Herder · Understander of unimportant things

First Kiss

Not what I expected
pretty much a let down
and were it not for
those teenage hormones
at that youth conference
and the moon and her eyes
I may have fled that spot
passing the second try

Next topic: Said the tortoise to the jackalope

Homestar Runner · Senior Member

Any fans of the Double Dactyl out there? (Or are ya all a bunch of free-verse sissified wierdos?)

On Environmental Excess

Skippity-Hoppity
Robert E. Jackalope
Off with his tortise friend
Who opined thus:

"Bob, there is way too much
Biodegradable
Packaging. That makes me
fit to be trussed!"

Next topic: '60's hairdos

-- Edited by Homestar Runner at 11:08, 2007-07-26