Thread: Use this line in a poem.

Rules:
I'll start with a line.
Next poster must use it anywhere in a poem.
Then give us a new line, and so it continues.

In case two posters hit reply at about the same time, whichever suggested line appears first will be used in a new poem.
NO LIMERICKS, please, since there are game threads for those already.


Remember to offer comments on finished poems.
These take time to write and deserve our attention and input.


Line: but I was a moment too late

Great idea Phyllis..

I took a stand
and looked around
having to search
to find a link
I did it all
without a thought
but alas I was
a moment too late

next line:
assemble the words

Ok, so I've never been good at poetry, but I feel like giving it a shot. Here. Now.

I finally found time,
to assemble these words,
to write these lines
to make them heard

I battled the will
to beg you stay
I battle it still,
but I'll never say.

I found it so hard,
to say goodbye
My intention was marred
by the need to cry.

When a thing is done,
it's time is through.
Now its the end of the run,
for me and you.

Next line: somewhere a band is playing

Hey, these are quite good! Glad you like the idea. If it weren't dawn I'd try one, but I have not been to bed. See you later, though!

It was not
the end of
that terrible,
slow moving line,

nor the swift and
bittersweet call
to the doldrums of
the awareness of your absence.

It was instead the music
that woke me gently.
Somewhere a band is playing.

next line: Don't worry, it's made of chocolate

Misc, very nice! Just wonder what the first stanza means. Love the second stanza though.

Overheard

Visiting country family I hadn't seen for years,
I was struck by just how different were their ways.
We wore designer sandals in summer,
they wore only their own bare feet.
We bought frozen veggies at the store,
they picked them fresh from their garden.
We enjoyed high speed internet,
they were still using a modem!
We bought frozen turkeys for T-Day,
they got theirs with a shotgun in their field.
Very different we were in many ways,
but we were family, and we loved,
so were together on this special day.

Coming down to breakfast, I stopped
when I overheard the kids in the kitchen.
"You're doomed now, little rabbit."
"Haha! We're going to tear you apart
and then eat you up." Giggles.
"Sal, you get first bite. Tear off its ear!"
The shock just about tore off MY ear.
Had hunting made them heartless?
Were these kids possessed?
Giggles. "I'm gonna eat his nose!"
Giggles. This was FUN for them?
Giggles. I could take it no more!
Guest or not, I barged in and shouted
"Stop torturing that poor rabbit!"
Giggles. Giggles. Rolling of eyes.
"Don't worry, it's made of chocolate."
"Happy Easter, Aunt Carol," said
Little Sally Ann as she hugged me hard.


Next line: It just wasn't worth the trouble.

here it is take it away
but don't leave it unread too long

here it is drum it sometime
but don't sound it a note too far

here it is give it a go
but don't come back with it too late

here it is spice it a bit
but don't cry back if it's too hot

'hear it all what say you' I ask?
'or was it not worth the trouble perhaps'?

'had it all and done it all before' you tell

'Oh well maybe this time was a bit too hard for you' I say.


Next Line: all flustered that you are

Nacian, nice job! I like the idea and especially this line, "here it is drum it sometime
but don't sound it a note too far"



As busy and exhausted
and all flustered that you are,
You glow with satisfaction,
for you chose to follow your star.

What is worse than working hard,
on a plan that others call dumb?
Idling with nothing but maybes,
waiting for someday to come.


Line: careful not to wake her

very cool indeed Phyllis....liking this alot
'Idling with nothing but maybes, waiting for some day to come'

the lady is tenacious
but daring and curvatious
she is in some dimensions
be careful not to wake her
unless it is temptatious
be sure to have it dated
intentions are contention
be ready to receive it
when she gets up to read it
the lock is in the tension
the details are perfection
the lady is now in waiting
the senses are delightfull
the news are of exceptions
ellation and ovation
are in order of mention.

next line: redistribute the thoughts

Nacian, no time for a poem now, but just want to say I like what you did with the line! I love the anticipation and excitement in this one. And really like this statement: be sure to have it dated, intentions are contention

Just one suggestion: Change...

the lady is tenacious
but daring and curvatious

To ...

Daring and curvatious,
the lady is tenacious

Okay, folks, continue with Nacian's line: redistribute the thoughts

No takers yet on Nacian's line, so I'll give it a try.

High School English

"Bob, come up here,"
the teacher growled.
"Just look! It's a mess!
This essay is wild!

This should be that,
and that should be there,
Your premise got lost.
It's all up in the air!

It's all over the place
and has no style!
Rewrite it at once!
Should take quite a while.

Get rid of the shoulds
and ifs and oughts,
use pluperfect tense,
redistribute the thoughts.

Unless you desire
to repeat this class,
try using your head,
get it out of your a _ _ !


Next line: you don't understand

The Chop

“You don’t understand!” the butcher said.
“The chops we sell are always dead.
There’s no space here for oinking meat,
that trots and scuttles round my feet.

“Be off before I call the wife.
She’ll come in here with her sharp knife
and make a lovely chop, so neat
to send you hopping down the street.”

He stopped and squinted past his nose
and wondered if he should try prose
and wished that he had saved the eyes
when his last pig met its demise.

He saw only the barest trace
of this strange customer’s round face
and cursed his blindness silently
when hearing then, not one, but three.

Without a word they pressed in fast.
The butcher knew this was his last
and smelt the fearful constitution
of vicious piggy retribution.


Next line: Often, when I fall asleep

Higguro, wonderful! I love the idea and the way it's written, especially this: There’s no space here for oinking meat, that trots and scuttles round my feet.


Everyone:
Remember to offer comments on finished poems.
These take time to write and deserve our attention and input.


Next line: Often, when I fall asleep