Share your poems

[medussa74]

I want to hear your poems! The good, the bad, the ugly, whatever you want to share. I'll start with a little favorite of mine.

*ahem*

15 Minutes

I have 15 minutes to kill
And I find it’s dying very slowly.
My gun is out of bullets, you see,
And a knife is just too damn bloody.
I wrapped my fingers around its throat,
But the 15 minutes responded in kind.
Gradually, we strangle each other–
Who will win this time?


Your turn.

[polymath]

An English sonnet, a poetic conceit. Also published to no great critical popularity.

Face

Set apart and same, unique as one's
Acquainted eyes' number. More than heaven's suns.
All very color tints same as mother's,
In like and kind like one and others.

Bounded by strands asunder, long, or bunched.
Grand or petit, ash to dusk, drained or punched.
Remarked poxy, fair or sure, subtle differs,
Traces apart by measure or sievers.

Come, do close lean and listen wih high ears to meet.
Hawk peak, aquiline, pug 'n pixie, next discrete,
Noses lead and led to'ard home's scenting space.
Lips crease tight, open mouths part, though not the case.

Each given and taken titles like place,
A face by name and number is, same again, a face.

[polymath]

Artful free verse with deep meaning, medussa74. Let's all throttle time.

[Beethovenfan]

Here's my first go. Yes, there will be more to follow, oh lucky you! This is a haiku, but only in the sense that if follows the 5 - 7 - 5 pattern for syllables and not the traditional Japanese style which is very difficult and involved.

WRITING
Frustrations flourish.
Expression desires the page,
but the Muses sleep.

[Watcher55]

Historical verse

SHAIKAH

Pull it up, shake it, back in the hole – PANG
Pull it up, turn it, back in the hole – WHUFF
John Henry swingin’, he aim sho – CLANG

Fasta Shaikah, faster, caint be slow
Shaikah need rhythm, Shaikah need flow
Shaikah need muscle, Shaikah need grit
Shaikah knows only the iron bit

Pull it up, shake it, back in the hole – PANG
Pull it up, turn it, back in the hole – WHUFF
John Henry swingin’, he aim sho – CLANG

Bit gets stuck it’s’a bad week
Wife and babies, what dey eat?
Shaikah no dog, Shaikah ain’ weak
Dis here iron buys de meat.

Pull it up, shake it, back in the hole – PANG
Pull it up, turn it, back in the hole – WHUFF
John Henry swingin’, he aim sho – CLANG

Hammer jes’ fast, hammer jes’ flash
Hammer takes res’, Shaikahs fingers flex
Gotta new bit, stan’ it straight
Powder monkey here, holes to make

Pull it up, shake it, back in the hole – PANG
Pull it up, turn it, back in the hole – WHUFF
John Henry swingin’, he aim sho – CLANG

[Mira]

Oh yay! Thanks for starting this Medusa.

I love what everyone has put up - and such variety!

Okay, here's my poem about ketchup. I'm very fond of this poem. And no, it doesn't really have a meter.

Ketchup

My thoughts today are like ketchup
They seem to move so slow

I shake my head and hit my ear
and try to jar them loose

And then they all come pouring out
and make a great big mess

At first too slow, and now too fast
That's what my thoughts are like

Lol. I TOLD you my poetry was bad. But I LOVE it anyway. I'm going to share some more later.

[medussa74]

Oh yay! Where's a hand-clapping emoticon when you need one?

Polymath, I am humbled by your compliment. Thank you. I took my time reading your poem--I enjoy the way you string your words together. Your writing has a certain texture to it that is well-suited to poetry I think. I also enjoyed the unity-in-diversity theme in your poem.

Beethovenfan, aah, the trusty americanized haiku. I have a few of those floating around too. Perfect form for literary screams of frustration. And please, do share more!

Watcher55, any chance you can write music? Yours needs to be sung. I could almost hear the tune as I read it.

Mira, yours is fun! Reminds me a bit of Shel Silverstein. I can sure relate too...I've had a few instances of ketchup thinking.

Thanks for playing with me, and feel free to come back with more.

[Cookie]

I have a horribly depressing poem. If I can find it, I'll post it. Also, it rhymes.

[polymath]

Thanks, medussa74.

Responses to "Face" have been globally zealous and disapproving in the past. You get it though. That's a first. A celebration of diversity. Your insight says to me you can and do appreciate poetry. Huzzah! Just goes to show, there's a welcoming and approving niche for most any old or new thing.

Mira, I like "Ketchup." The free verse and the literal theme beautifully portray thought as a cloggable flow. The stream of consciousness conversational rhythm is also apropos. Iambic rhythm actually, the rhythm of speech, you know. Iambic rhythm; unstressed syllable, stressed syllable repetition. And an alternating eight-syllable, six-syllable foot, or meter, tetrameter and trimeter. Elegant.

[cheekychook]

The last time I wrote poetry was about two decades ago. I remember this one, though, because it was used as a chapter opener in a long ago written, long since trunked novel.



I remember in a dream
(or was it real)
The sense of everything
The smell
The touch
The feel of you
(or was it me)
Running through a field of daisies
Innocent
Carefree
Spinning oh-so-fast
Until I fell
Through clouds of light
And rays of darkness
Floating freely
Unafraid
Into your arms
Where everything was pure and true
For this was love
(or was it)

[polymath]

Watcher55, "SHAIKAH";

Rigid form artfully juxtaposed with informal dialect. Lyrical verse. I can see and hear the scene. Visual and aural sensations, delightfully musical, reported through internal and external discourse close narrative distance admirably. A proud and strong man hand-drilling a mineral workface. I hear heavy metal instrumental blues with a snycopated back beat. And fascinatingly incorporating the basic principles of visual design into sounds: contrast, alignment, repetition, and proximity, CARP. Huh. How about that.

[Watcher55]

Watcher55, "SHAIKAH";

Rigid form artfully juxtaposed with informal dialect. Lyrical verse. I can see and hear the scene. Visual and aural sensations, delightfully musical, reported through internal and external discourse close narrative distance admirably. A proud and strong man hand-drilling a mineral workface. I hear heavy metal instrumental blues with a snycopated back beat. And fascinatingly incorporating the basic principles of visual design into sounds: contrast, alignment, repetition, and proximity, CARP. Huh. How about that.

Thenk you, I actually was a little worried about the juxtaposition, I'm glad I could pull it off.

btw (read that, shameless plug), This is the first reveal of the Universe outside my WIQ. Besides Shaikah and John Henry, two more characters were created as I was composing.

[Watcher55]

Here's a lymerick, but I think the last line needs some work - but maybe not.

Today I downloaded a bad virus
Courtesy of a Trojan named Iris
She was so damn sure
I’d pay for a cure
But I cut off her frikken’ fingers

[polymath]

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[cheekychook]

I swear the scent of clove cigarettes just wafted out of my computer screen...