View Full Version : Use this line in a poem.

October 6th, 2011, 10:21 AM
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

October 6th, 2011, 10:26 AM
Great idea Phyllis..

October 6th, 2011, 10:32 AM
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

October 6th, 2011, 11:50 AM
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

October 6th, 2011, 12:02 PM
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!

October 6th, 2011, 11:16 PM
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

October 7th, 2011, 07:13 AM
Misc, very nice! Just wonder what the first stanza means. Love the second stanza though.


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.

October 7th, 2011, 10:12 AM
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

October 7th, 2011, 10:41 AM
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

October 7th, 2011, 11:20 AM
very cool indeed Phyllis....liking this alot
'Idling with nothing but maybes, waiting for some day to come':adoration:

October 7th, 2011, 05:10 PM
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

October 7th, 2011, 09:05 PM
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

October 8th, 2011, 03:44 AM
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

October 8th, 2011, 11:42 AM
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

October 8th, 2011, 12:00 PM
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.

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

October 9th, 2011, 02:09 PM
often when I fall asleep
I think up to my dreams
will all the scenes be real?
and will there be plots of mills
on board a moonlit beam?
and soon after I awake
I draw up all the beats
the eyes and mind have sealed
surreal clips of pics.

Next Line: storms ahead

October 11th, 2011, 09:40 PM
To Simon

He was 17 when he ended up dead
He was 17 when he fell on his head
He will stay 17 till the day I die
In my memory, still the same lovely guy
On his bike, round the bends, he storms ahead
Always close, I could never contain the spread
But I will grow old and too stiff for a ride
While he will forever his bike be astride
In my dreams we chase and laugh and race
But awake all I am left with, a fading face

Next line: my hands were tied

October 11th, 2011, 10:48 PM
My hands were tied behind my back,
my head inside a stuffy sack.
And whereís my wallet? If Iíd known
Iíd not have missed my mobile phone
so much, but thatís what muggingís are;
one minute, safely in your car,
the next face down upon the ground,
skin red hot, blood pumping round.
Somewhere nearby I hear the crack
of leather thongs above my back.
I start to panic, start to shake,
shriek out, ďPlease stop, for heavenís sake!Ē
but still Iím cuffed, a flightless bird;
I canít recall the safety word.
As something flies over my head
I regret the thing I know I said,
before the whips and ropes and stuff,
came out with leather and handcuffs.
Vickyís great, she tries you see,
but takes things way too far for me.

Next line: If you could see as I do

October 12th, 2011, 06:52 AM
To Simon

He was 17 when he ended up dead
He was 17 when he fell on his head
He will stay 17 till the day I die
In my memory, still the same lovely guy
On his bike, round the bends, he storms ahead
Always close, I could never contain the spread
But I will grow old and too stiff for a ride
While he will forever his bike be astride
In my dreams we chase and laugh and race
But awake all I am left with, a fading face

Next line: my hands were tied
such a deep and truly sad poem Zootalaws...I hope all is all at your end. It is great to have you on board this forum hope you have fun:grin:

October 12th, 2011, 06:59 AM
All is fine, thanks Nacian. It was a long, long time ago.

It was from real life, my best friend died when we were out on a long bike ride - I think of him now and again and still ride, more than 30 years on.

But I can still see his face, clearly - smiling at me with a fag in one hand and a beer in the other :)

Thanks so very much for your post - I think I like it here xxx

October 13th, 2011, 09:41 AM
if you could see as I do
the surfing on the waters
the jolting of the waves
against a daring board
glowing a picture sky
you would maybe endeveour
to give the sea an honour
of how it plays the game
of man hobbie and nature.

Next Line: redress the facts

October 21st, 2011, 08:25 PM
Often, when I fall asleep
I am not sleeping
I am falling

That void,
In all of it's intangible impatience
Wells up from behind
my eyelids
Drags me down
below my thoughts
and underneath
where i might otherwise

Edit: oooops. replied to the wrong thread.

I would wish
That we are not
so much the children we long to be
That we could not
Redress the facts that
Fractured what,
And made whole the things,
Which made us long
To be child,
In the first place

Next line: I am, Alone

October 25th, 2011, 09:34 AM
I am, Alone
The one you drunk-dial when you're afraid
To gnaw the that gristly bone
Of "he said/she said".
Raggedly gay voice riven
With remorse unexpressed
Strained with credit not given.
"Okay," I finally say, "let me get dressed."
The bar down the street
Is open until four
It's there we meet
When your sleepless heart is sore.
Here the bone is gnawed and worried
Anguish savored, spent, and done
You return home, tired, unhurried
I remain, alone.


NEXT LINE: Make a snap decision

November 5th, 2011, 04:35 AM
Make a snap decision
To button your lip
And zip your trousers
BEFORE you run for office
Next line: A dream could be reality

November 5th, 2011, 09:16 AM
a dream could be
reality sure!!
reality could
surge in a dream
but where would we be
in this order of things?
either here or there
I hear myself say!
a story
a book
a fantasy land
fantasy is
the reality dream
I live in the present
I think of the past
I dream in my sleep
and without ado
my fantasy lands
dream up in books
nature has it
that simplicity
a never default
and I would rather have
in abundance and more
its logic of things
believe in its faith
and it shall
believe in you.
Next: Travel in time

November 7th, 2011, 12:35 AM
Travel in time
to save him
My darling brother
A thousand times in my mind
If I called him
stopped him from running
up those steps
stopped him from falling
to hit his head
If I stayed
instead of studying
Now he's gone
and we're here in this
A family minus one

Next Line: fish in a box

November 9th, 2011, 06:23 PM
Why do we need such madness in a story?
I mean, fish! Fish in a box factory!
And Cillit Bang destroying Japan.
I mean, really, what's wrong with you man?

We run out of ideas, and so we pick.
The biggest, grandest, most audacious trick.
It sounds really wrong
We sing it like a song
And then it becomes a limerick.

And it's just as stupid
It's just as mad
But I can tell you
That I am glad
That you have stopped picking
Popular rhyming patterns
And got those fish
Out of the box factory
Because these mental ideas
Are doing my head in!

Next line: French, but not absurdly

November 9th, 2011, 08:06 PM
English, Is first,absolutley
Spanish, indeed profoundly
German has it amusedly
upheld it roots so proudelyC
Chinese is art prisetenely
latin is gone oboslelety
remain nothing so losely
and French, but not absurdly
arth done in half profusely.

NEXT:take that

December 2nd, 2011, 10:35 PM
next line: macaroni and cheese

December 2nd, 2011, 10:35 PM
woops my poem didnt post..

Made me think of the band that was not very grand.

Next line: macaroni and cheese

River Girl
December 6th, 2011, 03:07 AM
Okay, I haven't written a poem in forever, but I thought I'd give it go.

Often, when I fall asleep
I see you standing there
By the window, behind the curtain
As the wind, it tickles your hair.

Often, when I fall asleep
I see you staring at me
With tender eyes, sing a lullaby
To soothe a heart that aches for thee.

Often, when I fall asleep
I awake to see youíre gone
And remember you were taken, dear
And Iím trapped in a life too long.

Next line: Be that as it may

River Girl
December 6th, 2011, 03:15 AM
Misc, what a beautiful poem. I enjoyed the emotional picture that you painted. I'm new to the forum, so I accidentally posted this comment somewhere else on the board first. Yikes!

December 11th, 2011, 10:26 PM
be that as it may
for it most certainly is
They say 'it happens

Next: The crunch of feet on newly fallen snow

hey, janice!
December 31st, 2011, 01:54 PM
Hi all!
I'm new here, and kind of rusty, but I guess this is how one de-rusty-fies themselves, right?

Here goes:

Here in Johannesburgthe winter air breathes mercilesslyinto
every gap in your clothing
(...I didn't even know I had a hole there)

Leaves shed their regal autumn coloursand
shrivel into sad brown crunchy clumps
Walking acquires a dry, percussivesoundtrack

It's not like in the movies
where people throw snowballs

And yet, one mystical night,
returning late from a night of dancing
as I was shutting down the house tosleep
I noticed a white glare from the gardenoutside
defying the darkness of the sky

Could it possibly be,
here in

I shook my sister awake
(this first could be the last time inour lives)
and together
we ran and laughed and played 'til dawn
the crunch of feet on newly fallen snow

Next line: sinking into green

December 31st, 2011, 02:44 PM
sinking into green
Joe Jackson's feet in stockings
will the stain come out?

Next: it melts like caramel

December 31st, 2011, 05:15 PM
with a swoosh
the letter glides
to the fire
and touches it
on all four sides
it melts like
caramel, so sweet
the letter was
but my love's
heart beat
just doesn't
match up with
mine, and I
suppose that
he had no grith
with me
and so our love
was false
and the letter burns
with the grace of a dove

Next line: a burden heavy

hey, janice!
December 31st, 2011, 08:17 PM
Mmm, beautiful imagery Italy! :-) I love the idea of a letter melting like caramel. Delicious!

February 15th, 2012, 03:55 AM
A heavy burden
A burden heavy
Aha, bevy under
Heaved an' bury
Ready have nub
A heavy burned
Handy eve rub
Have ay burden
Yeah raven dub
Brave an dun yeh
A nave buy herd
Bad have run ye
A have buy nerd

Next line: step step, stare dumbly ahead

March 24th, 2012, 06:46 PM
music sounds in my ears
and i feel tired but cannot stop
from daydreaming or thinking thru
my day so incomplete

so often when i fall asleep
i listen to the radio
or read a story just to
tire me out
or play my guitar softly
and listen to the echoes
of music in my head

and if these things should fail
i may pace or curse a bit
until i pass out quietly
in the closet or the bath

Next Line: in my darkest hour

March 24th, 2012, 06:48 PM
oh dear river beat me to it ....think i might have to leave this game to the experts

March 24th, 2012, 06:52 PM
I was buried in flour
in my darkest hour
farinaceous foolery
became the death of me.

Balancing sand on the palm of my hand.

April 7th, 2012, 08:45 PM
Balancing sand on the palm of my hand.
Carried upon me the burdens to stand
Early and lone she became what I own
And weighted with eyes, still as cold stone

Courage found me first

May 7th, 2012, 03:05 PM
Courage found me first
Smarts found me last
I swung my arm at the fan
And now it's in a cast

This is not confidential

May 23rd, 2012, 03:51 PM
The politician said,
I have a terrible secret.
Although I look humble I shy,
I'm inclined to compulsively lie.
His mentor made a shrug,
You ignorant thug.
This is not confidential,
but rather something very essential.

Next line: A bottle halfway filled with orange-juice

Mad Cowboy
June 4th, 2012, 03:12 PM
A bottle halfway filled with orange juice.
The morning paper filled with bad news.
Zombies in the headlines droughts in the yard,
read my horrorscope it says things will get hard.
Fires in the west, sun all around.
The devils breath begins to blow.
They tell me it's always like this.
Your just to young to know.
Next line? Fires in the headlines zombies in the yard.

June 5th, 2012, 03:14 PM
Fires in their headlines,
zombies in the yard.
come knocking,
smiling and well dressed
on my day off.
Free; for a donation.

next: what color is (...)

June 6th, 2012, 01:39 PM
"What colour is dot dot dot?"
said Kevin who's mind was in knots.
"I don't know" replied James
"But let's play the game...
Oh it's red but a dot, so maybe not"

Next: What the hell was I thinking

June 7th, 2012, 05:47 AM
finally forced myself to embrace life
to do what must be done...
wasting time thinking about the past
when the future is at stake..
imagine my surprise when i caught myself
pausing for a minute and wondered
what the hell was I thinking..

next: bring the sunshine in

June 14th, 2012, 02:53 PM
The winter was cold
Full of frost and dark
We stood awaiting the change

Autumn held promise
Although the wind held a chill
We stood awaiting the change

Spring was plentiful
The flowers did bloom
Still we awaited the change

And summer did appear
The doors they were thrown open
The chorus it did begin

All was heard:
'Bring the sunshine in!'

Next: A change in the wind

June 16th, 2012, 07:01 AM
Waiting for something,
a change in the wind
to wake me,
I'm constantly daydreaming.

I cannot wake up!
Every time I do wake up,
the dream ends.

Next: Because I love you

June 16th, 2012, 11:43 AM
Because I love you
I would do anything
Just to recieve
A kiss from those lips
To make me feel safe
Arms embrace

Because I love you
I would run a hundred miles
Just to see
Your hand in mine
To feel whole again
Fingers linked

Because I love you
I had to let you go
Down to rest
Gone now
I am alone
Until we meet again

Next: The colours rise

June 18th, 2012, 10:15 AM
The colours rise
As the skin dies
The sun forms lumps
Not normal bumps
But black for death
Till nothing's left.

The Tan Demise

Next: A rush of energy

June 28th, 2012, 01:23 PM
The gun starts us off
Feet punding the track
It's started now,
No looking back.

Half way there,
Legs begin to tire
I begin to think,
It's down to the wire.

The end is in sight
The line is so near,
A rush of energy
Feeding off the fear.

The cheers arise
All is done
No need to worry,
For I have won!

Next: The bruises show

June 28th, 2012, 08:21 PM
He wears it tight
But the bruises show
Through the fabric
Past the tragic
Blood-stained right elbow

The snow white dancer's shirt
Torn, treading on the trousers
Scarred knees, waiting
Blood breath bating
We all want to hide him
With the coat
Give him the coat!
But the bruises show
So he cannot go

Next: Happy technology

June 29th, 2012, 08:33 AM
Big day for us in the states...
Pelosi lost her first vote
in almost a thousand days.

The Supreme Court finally ruled
on "Obama care"
I'm not sure it's really that important
and I don't think Romney cares.

Our attorney general has to make bail.
U.S. Marshalls are gonna
cuff him in court
for stonewalling on these gun deals.

Yesterday I got so bored
I watched congress all day
on channel 364.

Congressman from California tried to pass a bill
requiring tax payer funded projects
to utilize American made products
but Dems shot it down...
They only like selling arms
to serious foreign investors...
I'm talking serious people, who are down to kill.

If I ever get to makin the kinda money i used to make,
and wasn't just tax exempt at the end of the year.
I'd like to know my money was at the very least spent here,
So far it goes to the guy with the best slaves.

I like to think I'm Liberal but Dems are makin it hard
They seem to have one ideology for the race
But they're closet elitists...
...And Republicans Are.

Sometimes I watch the news mix.
I'ts 8 channels of the best news stations
all in one in one place.
I should have studied mixology
now thats
Happy Technology...

Technology you can taste.

Next: A mechanism permitting motion

July 9th, 2012, 01:11 PM
Talk about making this one difficult!

On the day the car was travelling too fast
It was then we were involved in a crash
That changed my life

I lost my leg
But not my faith
In life and things getting better

Fitted with a new leg
A prosthesis
Which made people stare

But it was a mechanism permitting motion,
for myself,
so I didn't care

Next: A drop of frozen dew

July 9th, 2012, 02:20 PM
^ Congrats, that one had me stumped

A drop of frozen dew
Does remind me much of you.
If you had frozen a flower
Then the courtship was sour,
And heartache was all they knew

Next: We eat with dignity

July 9th, 2012, 03:18 PM
Through the tiny lips
Small things
Garish little things
Slip through
Through the tiny lips
A small thing slips
And the crowd
Silent still souls
Slip the notes
As we eat with dignity
Soulful synergy
We take our bites
And it all fades
Into the night

Next: cold physical design

July 10th, 2012, 02:59 AM
Metal locker,
open and slide:
a crushed collide.

He was a good boy
That's not him.
It's a cold physical design.

next: not hungry

July 14th, 2012, 06:40 AM
Starving, waiting on my check.
I'm digging through the cupboards,
I'm a complicated wreck.

Right now,
Ramen is my only friend.
I like to fry an egg inside it
and mix it with whatever I can find.

I like my soup lumpy
its the only way I go to bed
at night, feeling
not hungry.

next: it's in my nap-sack

July 16th, 2012, 04:02 AM

July 30th, 2012, 12:44 PM
Now I'm hungry and its your fault
and where has all the good food gone?
everything put away out of site and stomach
I think that this time imagination has won
and the victory dance is a rumble of guts
asking almost politely,
where has all the good food gone?
and then you say: its in my nap-sack?
how, when I've never used that word before in my life!
no worries though, I said it: now its done
I'm going to make some ramen egg now.
yep. imagination has won

next line: I'm really going to eat some ramen.

August 4th, 2012, 10:26 PM
Late nights on dusty streets beneath these city stars
Euphoric amidst conniving women, craving men and perpetuating bars

Smells and sights. Oh, the allure of the city.
Sirens beckon me,

The sins of the world so fast and pretty.

I'm really going to eat some ramen.
Settle down and forget the lust.

A good nightís sleep. A proper woman.
Foolish hare. All these things are a must.

Smiling faces, glances transmit the deadliest innuendo
A language lurkers love when seeking their prey.

Reflection in yellowed pond, won't you bring resilience to prior lyrics?

Thought like I donít know the choice;
Shame in the costly motion.

Send a message to the ladies. Write it with their favorite potion.

The evils of life brave committing.
Iím losing focus.

Line of choice: We experienced a setback

September 25th, 2012, 03:26 PM
The armies pushed on forward,
A sea of blue against our fires of red.
No turning back now,
There's only ahead.

We experienced a set back,
Late on that day.
It was to be our downfall,
For we lost the fray.

Line of Choice: I made a Daisy chain

September 27th, 2012, 01:06 PM
I made a daisy chain one day
And fooled around with you.
But then, the chain, it broke away.
You cried and then I knew
That I would never see again
The joy that filled your eyes
As you crowned your name with the chain
And smiled up to the sky

New line: Without my pillow

September 27th, 2012, 03:57 PM
Without my pillow,
I would not sleep.
Without my socks,
I'd have cold feet.

Without my pen,
I could not write.
Without my sword,
I would not fight.

Without my eyes,
I could not see.
Without you,
I'd not be me.

New line: Through you I see

October 1st, 2012, 10:06 AM
Through you I see
all the hopes that could be
as you act fascistly

Take away what was said
perhaps because it happened to you
all the words you make dead
because you are afraid of the new

this might have been a place
to share and feel safe
but is it really for egos to combat
oh, I have really had enough of that

NEW LINE: As I unpeel this Orange

October 1st, 2012, 11:42 AM
a quiet moment
as I unpeel this orange
scents of calm

Next: uncounted and unnumbered

October 10th, 2012, 11:34 AM
Thoughts running through the mind,
Uncounted and Unnumbered
No stopping to think.
There's no time.

Next: Flow through time

October 20th, 2012, 08:12 AM
Can nothing slow down
This swift flow through time
Regrets and remorse
As the clock hours chime

For all your fair words
It's heartbreak you cause
A facade of perfection
Hides all of your flaws

So let go your past
Love is no crime
Can nothing slow down
This swift flow through time

next: Look out rocks

November 22nd, 2012, 04:35 AM
Look out over the rocks,
into the eye of the storm;
it knows not the concept of confrontation,
as there are none who dare.

next: It was all that could be done...

November 25th, 2012, 03:44 AM
From it, bubbled spatters of thought
I could only look at it in digust
It writhed tormentedly distraught
Wishing it would return unto the dust

Trees wept and wilted in the glen
A sad sickness rode upon the wind
The people found it in it's den
And preyed upon the way that it sinned

All guilty of giving it life
Each wondering who they should shun
They walked away in silent strife
It was all that could have been done

*next: "Words Hidden in Words"*

February 18th, 2013, 03:24 PM
that guy in black,
who travels with his backpack,
loves to play with his words.

His words is a puzzle of its own.
don't you ever just believe
the words that came out of his mouth,
for what he really mean,
is hidden nicely in his words.

That, my friend, is his game,
his most favorite game;
a game where you have to think,
to understand what he truly think.

It's his game.
it's a game called
'Words Hidden in Words'

*next : deep within the woods

March 9th, 2013, 09:16 PM
deep within the woods
he is
an old weathered tree
with leathery leaves
and a deep-grooved trunk carved by the tide
and whisk of the ages
ancient rain runs in rivers down the trenches in his bark
and whispers mellifluous lullabies to his roots
the darkling clouds cast ashen shadows on branches
and throw a great and magnificent silhouette
which, long after the storm, will remain
for eons
and although he is short
and small
and slender
he is strong
and i am proud to call him

next line: constellations of our hearts

March 10th, 2013, 03:29 PM
The constellations of our hearts
were incompatible
mine, Aries, blood and fire
yours, Pisces, thoughtful, creative

we fought on regardless
we had a point to prove
vows were sworn
witnessed and signed
on the dotted line.

You wore white
pretended virginity
I shook hands with your father
pretended civility.
How the band played!

Then the children
all three
bonds of flesh
lashing us together
tighter, tighter.

In the end
enough was enough
unhappiness invaded every moment
with no conceivable exit

I took action
after all, I am fire, blood
I stepped from the platform
cascading on impact
freeing us both.

Hope this okay, my first attempt at joining in!

Next line:

in this, my awakening

March 13th, 2013, 12:33 PM
In this, my awakening.
This forgetful cosmonaut
buys gas at
German petrol station.
Eats franchised sandwich.
Pays in euros to take minutes
off his life.
Puts down the visor of his
astronaut's helmet.
Every second he steals
Fire from the gods
as he rides away on
his Promethean monster.

I am alone.

Next line: She kills me.

March 19th, 2013, 04:05 PM
a cosmonaut with his helmet and monster eh. a very cool way of referring to a liar. :D
my turn :
She kills me.
Not with her knife,
And not with her gun either.

She kills me, slowly,
With her poisoned fang,
With her claw, pierced
Deep into my heart.

She kills me, that petty woman.
Leaving me to die alone,
Even after all Iíve done for her.

She kills me.
Next : Don't stop, never give up!

June 26th, 2013, 08:48 PM
Don't stop, never give up!
An ongoing struggle, a bottomless cup
Countless obstacles you must overcome,
Keep going forward and beat the drum,
where it ends, you know, matters not,
the journey itself is food for thought.


the journey, itself, is food for thought

June 26th, 2013, 09:00 PM
the journey, itself, is food for thought
now i've arrived , my minds made up
a life sentence was passed, in or out
i brought me here, you took me there.

i brought me here, you took me there

Glass Pencil
June 27th, 2013, 05:07 AM
Its a bit short and vague to get any real impression from it escorial. I can't really make out the meaning behind it.

.................................................. ..............

I bought the gas, you got the beer
I brought me here, you took me there
To city streets and flashing lights
to sweaty sheets and sleepless nights

all taught and twisted, torrid tales
of fiendish fun and festive frills
oh harlots glory, sexy skills
our sordid stories greatest thrill

the weekend through and lover's spent
we bought new shoes and skipped the rent
for youth is rare and swiftly lost
and no one cares what lines we crossed

New Line: glass in pieces by the sea

June 28th, 2013, 07:06 PM
Not great at poetry ...so here goes

On a breezy evening I am walking along the beach
I should be relaxed after a good day’s work
But my mind is not at rest and I feel downbeat

I try each day to forget the soreness
Of the wounds inflicted on my body and spirit
I want to regain my self esteem and consciousness

You think you left me fragile and broken
Like the glass in pieces by sea
But time is a healer and my love for you still remains unshaken

Life has a way of balancing joy and sorrow
Today I am down and out
But there is hope for a better tomorrow

New Line : Fast and Furious

July 4th, 2013, 02:11 AM
You lose count almost right away.
So many, all armored in a line.
Kill one but they keep coming
to take whats yours and mine.

Sometimes black and sometimes red.
Fast and furious in their focus.
Controlled by a single queen.
Petulant as the biblical locust.

New Line: Be wary of an oval woman.

Vitaly Ana
July 4th, 2013, 05:09 AM
Be wary of an oval woman,
She knows more than you,
Be wary of that oval woman
She has so much less to lose!

Including her weight,
And her hate
Of life's old, sad songs
And her fate and her plate
She eats pasta with with a pair of tongs!

But in the end her splendid beauty is actually her hurt
For she was once so innocent
Now all she looks forward to
is dessert.

Next Line: The first fifty get in for free

July 4th, 2013, 06:05 AM
Glitter, sparkle, silk and sequins.
Show them everything you've got.
Wonder if they think you're hot?
The first fifty get in for free.

Stiffened gel and sour cologne.
Riding the sad cab home alone.
Short skirts on a cold December.
Drink until you can't remember.

They came with high hopes.
They wait behind red ropes.
The first fifty get in for free.

New Line:A warm cradle in your arms

July 4th, 2013, 07:08 PM
A warm cradle in your arms

Yawn, Burp and crawl,
My daily routine,
I am excited and apprehensive at the life unravelling before me,
But I look forward to a warm cradle in your arms,

Butterflies in my stomach and sweaty palms,
My first day at school,
I am on the threshold of starting my lie a new,
But my heart still wants to be in a warm cradle in your arms,

I do not want to confirm to your society’s laws,
I want to be independent and free,
You treat me like a child and an adult at the same time,
Stop protecting me!, I do not belong to that warm cradle in your arms,

I am now like a seasoned traveler who knows his path,
I have lived my life , faced my fears and survived
With good memories I am ready to hang my boots,
Now, all that I miss is a warm cradle in your arms!

New Line – Dawn and Dusk

Vitaly Ana
July 6th, 2013, 04:40 AM
Dawn and dusk
paint heaven and lust
with rocking orange tides

Its only us and Jupiter's
thrust, guiding us over
these skies

Let go and let me
hold your beat
rhyming and timing


Next line: Wine through winter

Glass Pencil
July 8th, 2013, 05:57 PM
Interesting construction in parts, disjointed by design. I think perhaps the broken nature might detract more than it adds, but some interesting imagery.

.................................................. ....................

Let them be
as beasts or worse...
as befits
their lowly births

may heaven take
or hell consume
live forever
or find fast dooms

what cares have we?
what price unpaid?
our wealth is vast
our castles staid

as corpses rot
we'll shutter in
our potpourri
our noble sin

as all we have
is all we need
wine through Winter
and Summer's seed

New lines: all your silken devils

July 8th, 2013, 06:20 PM
Lightening strikes me,
I am no longer free.
Fire consumes and burns,
The demons take their turns.

Here a crowd stands round,
In this place far underground.
The people chant, Satan revels,
Here alone...all your silken devils.

New Line: Clouds crash down

Vitaly Ana
July 9th, 2013, 12:46 AM
You seem to come
and go and me, well
I never know

if this is real to you;
if you can feel it too.
If not, you've left me to bleed.

Out from my window
Clouds crash down
leaving a thickening fog

I feel the cold in isolation

Next line: Long shadows merge

July 11th, 2013, 05:25 AM
We had it all, the world to love
And to live within as one.
The moon would light our perfect nights;
And our days blessed by the sun

But days are long and light grows weeds
Housing serpents and their lies.
And like the Moor I was poisoned
Painting pallor in the sky.

And soon cracks formed and then transformed
Our rivers into ravines.
Long shadows merged and sought to purge
This foolish king and queen

The sun has fled and in its stead
A swift gathering of clouds
Does cut the bonds that were once strong
But fell victim to this shroud

We said farewell, the walls all fell;
A broken home in the rain.
Two lovers torn, a sickness born
From lies that still leave their stain.

Next line: Lines carved into sand

July 19th, 2013, 04:05 AM
There it was a love declared; to who it had been writ.
Lines carved into sand; a poem full of witt.
Though the poem wrote; not by me be sure.
I wish at least it for me; for the love I read was pure.

The writer wrote within; a heartbreak hard to measure.
But on the second verse; they told of greater pleasure.
Loss of love undone; it told of loves renewal.
With love again ablaze; it has passion as the fuel.

New Line: Seven sides of me

Vitaly Ana
July 29th, 2013, 04:04 AM
A toss to the sky.
Focused, I become
the strange seven sided die

seven sides of me tumble.
Six sides of me rumble,
five sides of me grumble,
four sides of me fumble,
three sides of me jumble
two sides left: they crumble
to the one
the only
champion side,


Back to reality
Boardwalk. I'll buy it.

Here's the seven sided die.
Toss it high into the sky!

Next Line: The best thing about the worst part it

September 7th, 2013, 02:14 PM
The old man sat on a park bench, pondering
the best thing about the worst part it seemed
was to not think to hard about it.
It started to rain
and he began to get very wet
but he didn't mind. He had already
wet himself. He set the wine bottle on
the bench and
walked over
to the soup kitchen
and asked if they had a change of clothes.
He changed in the bathroom
and walked out the back door
into the sunlight.

Next line: tied down and backed up

October 8th, 2013, 10:39 PM
The life that I call my own
Something no one else has ever known
living like a worthless clone
my feelings tied down and backed up
maybe sometime soon I will erupt
Spewing words and thought all around
With no one or nothing to get me down
All of the emotion and sorrow
that I put off for tomorrow
I am ready to take the leap of faith
to finish the everlasting race
into joy and peace, happiness and bliss.

Next line: Pencil and paper for my love

December 25th, 2013, 05:22 PM
Tomorrow is the day
I don't know what to say

What to feel and see
So I took a cup of tea

Some bourbon and sugar
And some cookies made it spectacular

I need to make a card
I need a pencil and paper for my love
So I can touch her right in her heart

Next line: When all hope is lost

December 26th, 2013, 04:02 AM
when all hope is lost
you can surrender yourself
or seek better terms


hanging from the family tree

Olly Buckle
December 26th, 2013, 11:26 AM
Uncle Davey copped it
He's moved from gallows to gibbet.
The magpies
took his eyes.
It didn't matter, he couldn't see
He was hanging from the family tree.

Genteel ladies who lunch ...

December 26th, 2013, 11:54 AM
The Right-Honourable Lady Edwina Sloane-Pinnafore-Bunch
Is one of the genteel ladies who lunch
Every day they go to Simpson's or Harvey Nix or some such
Place for their early afternoon repast but since they can't between them write a single clerihew, it doesn't really matter very much.

a single clerihew

Olly Buckle
January 2nd, 2014, 03:29 PM
A single clerihew crept into the thread
At least we've put that one to bed.
I would rather have doggerel fill the page
Than put up with lines that don't scan and go on for an age.

Seems like we have gone from a line to a phrase; so here is a line.


'The brothers of cofusion run riot in their cowls'

January 2nd, 2014, 04:39 PM
The brothers of cofusion run riot in their cowls
It's faster than cold fusion but it turns them into owls
Confusion, on the other hand, is different again
They don't know what to do with it ... and then, and then, and then ...

They don't know what to do with it.

Olly Buckle
January 3rd, 2014, 10:04 PM
Albert is pedantic, a miserable git
Says ‘There’s a place for everything
And each thing in its place’
But there’s no place for this thing
It’s always in his face
He don’t know what to do with it.

Young men who drink coffee sit
Putting all the world to rights,
They know how it’s done
And settle international fights,
But when they’ve had their fun
They don’t know what to do with it.

Mother knows best, has a ready wit,
Experience and wisdom
That will bear upon the problem,
But when all’s said and done
Even she cannot help them
She don’t know what to do with it

Wee Jimmy took a lick and then he bit
What it was he could not tell
But he did not need to know
Its smell said ‘I’m edible’
So he knew very well
What to do with it.

Edit, next line,

In the morning sun his eyes lit on,

January 15th, 2014, 11:10 PM
In the morning sun his eyes lit on,
he just awoke mind set a-flare
bewildered that last nights lover had gone
remembering the sheen of her ginger red hair

she was but a phantasm a character of a dream
for him it would still be lonely nights
at least thats how it would seem

next line
she was but a phantasm a character of a dream

January 16th, 2014, 06:34 PM
She was but a phantasm - a character of a dream
But she and Cheshire cat were the ones who got the cream.

Next: the Cheshire cat.

notre dame
January 29th, 2014, 11:20 AM
The Cheshire Cat
With grin so wide,
Encourages birds
To step inside.
It swallows them whole;
They shriek and moan
'Til all that remains
Is feather and bone.

Next line: Feather and bone

January 30th, 2014, 01:22 PM
The was a young man from the Rhone
Who went out for dinner alone
He decided to try
To eat pigeon pie
But his portion was feather and bone.

Next: "writing a novella"

January 31st, 2014, 09:21 PM
A young man had written
a novella but
his publisher wrote back
that you not
only have no talent
and your work is not exactly
what they are looking for
because it does not fit their
current requirements but they
thought is was a good idea ;
however they
weren’t impressed with your turbid prose
and finally your manuscript is
laying in an eternal shush pile on top of
which there is a sign saying ABANDON HOPE.

After which the young man
went out into the
back yard
and made a bonfire
of all his work, then put the ashes
into a big envelope
and mailed it back to his publisher.

He got a letter back the
next week offering him a Hollywood contract.

next: making a bonfire

January 31st, 2014, 10:46 PM
Making a bonfire
of my possessions;
it won't burn long,
but my memories
burn bright and long.

next:..it won't burn long.

February 1st, 2014, 01:26 PM
Be careful. When it's down to the wire
It won't burn long.
You see it says "light blue touch-paper and retire"?
You need to do that without any song
And dance about it, otherwise you'll be on fire
And then it will all have gone wrong.
If you're not the retiring type,
Forget the pension - that's all hype.

Next: "When it's down to the wire"

May 1st, 2014, 01:37 AM
Zoned in and focused
When it's down to the wire
Blasť and neglected
When there's time to transpire

Love never came so hard

September 14th, 2014, 05:19 AM
Love never came so hard
As the love that stood
Inside your heart of petrified wood
Lacquered and finished
But cold as dead bone
Warmth evades me as long as I'm loved by a stone

Next: an arrhythmic bleeding heart

September 14th, 2014, 07:29 AM
An arrhythmic bleeding heart
makes beginnings the longest part
The end it comes quickly
With stress oh you do see
the middle it stopped with a start.

Next "In a cave ancients had prayed"

February 8th, 2015, 08:17 AM
In a cave ancients had prayed
Beneath the tower, over the lake
The forgotten brother found it, alone
The forgotten brother from the cockroach's home
In the drainpipe.

He could still hear the reverberations
Of their supplications,
Will they be answered soon?
How much longer will the autumn last
As the grasshopper drags itself along
And wings fall like tears?

And the forgotten brother,
The forgotten brother from the cockroach's home
In the drainpipe
Could see the Stag
Pacing in Heaven, saying,
Father, when will it be time?

next: a dock of splinters, a fort of rubble

April 17th, 2015, 05:58 AM
a dock of splinters; a fort of rubble
My landlust got my ass in trouble
I thought to buy a wooded lake
Which I now know, was a mistake

They said the dock was "vintage wood"
I didn't know that meant "no good"
The rustic ruins that they extolled
are really just a few years old

A house that fell, from bad design
I'm shamed to call that parcel mine
You live and learn; that's what you get
When you buy from the Internet

Next: This broken key won't fit the lock

April 17th, 2015, 08:29 AM
This broken key won't fit the lock
Of the storeroom where I keep my stock
Oh what am I to do now when
I have no goods to sell and then

Nothing to sell, no money in
Please pass the tonic and the gin

Next: Lightning struck and caused a fire

April 18th, 2015, 01:16 AM
A lightning rod up on a spire
Was grounded by some copper wire
But thieves stole the copper
and with nothing to stop 'er
the lightning struck and caused a fire.

Next: I hear the banshee in the night

April 18th, 2015, 05:17 AM
What was that noise
that woke me with a fright
by howling and shrieking
but ended by daylight

I know what it was but it was not right
I hear the banshee in the night

Next: The roof fell in

April 18th, 2015, 02:07 PM
we rolled around
engaged in sin
Upon the roof
The roof fell in

next: I dried my eyes and donned a smile

April 18th, 2015, 02:18 PM
I dried my eyes and donned a smile
Forgetting all just for a while

April 19th, 2015, 03:19 AM
Next: Midst the lilies and the roses

April 19th, 2015, 05:34 AM
midst the lilies and the roses
she struck a pose
my camera clicked
as she wiggled her nose

next..my last line

April 19th, 2015, 09:20 AM
Next: Midst the lilies and the roses

Sorry, I forgot to post a next line - thank you for taking over.

April 19th, 2015, 09:22 AM
My last line was the perfect one but

April 20th, 2015, 04:17 AM
magic was rampant
as she wiggled her nose
She instantly changed
all of her clothes.

The sky is gray, my heart is blue

Olly Buckle
April 20th, 2015, 11:09 PM
"The sky is gray, my heart is blue
It cheers me when I think of you"

It was cheap card, with gaudy colours
the wording matched it perfectly,
But still he got a lump in the throat.

The flowers of Spring are in my garden

April 20th, 2015, 11:53 PM
The flowers of Spring are in my garden.
The peepers are frolicking in my pond.
Paring animals galore are chosen.
Nature's caress a pollinating bond.

Her lithe dancers legs a fervid magnet

May 6th, 2015, 05:04 AM
The store mannequin,
her lithe, dancer's legs a fervid magnet,
drew me in

I bought the god damn coat.

Next: like a rusted scepter used to plunge a toilet

May 12th, 2015, 10:37 AM
She served bitter punch
with a crusted ladle,
like a rusty scepter
used to plunge a toilet.
We opted out of lunch.

Next: staring down upon a sea-rippled sun

May 12th, 2015, 11:06 AM
Looking out of my window
At the blue ocean
And the reflections

Staring down upon
A sea-rippled sun
And other projections

Next: The store was busy

May 12th, 2015, 12:34 PM
The store was busy
everything's on sale
why do you ask?
The owner's in jail!

Next: Another one, barkeep.

May 12th, 2015, 07:19 PM
Another One, Barkeep

My ninety-day pin shining new
As I look across the floor;
Lusty fragrance of brew.
I have one foot in the door,
I just want one more.

Next: Dinner in D minor

Dinner in D Minor

staring at my plate
a Mendelssohn concerto wafting on the breeze
the night of Will's demise
melancholia falls like rain
like tears
dinner in D Minor

Next: running through heather

May 15th, 2015, 08:37 PM
​Lost Toy

The night is thick and drenched with dew;
I'm running through heather and looking for you.

The flashlight beam desperately gobbles the mist;
Your cherry-red ribbon is tied on my wrist.

Oh, snow-white teddy who lives on my shelf,
Why did I leave you out here by yourself?

Next: Ships made from thunderclouds drift through the city

May 15th, 2015, 08:48 PM
It rained on her wedding day
Oh such a pity
when ships made from thunderclouds
drift through the city

Next: Perhaps he should have gone elsewhere

Harper J. Cole
May 15th, 2015, 10:11 PM
The floors were clear, the cupboards bare,
Perhaps he should have gone elsewhere

No children here, no joy nor laughter,
Gone now and forever after

The memories he'd hoped to find,
Covered all with dust and grime

He hung his head in his despair,
Perhaps he should have gone elsewhere

Next: Following the rainbow's path

May 15th, 2015, 10:27 PM
T'was raining but the sun shone through
So on he strolled to somewhere new
Following the rainbows path he went
'till all his energy was spent

Next: He looked around but could not see

May 16th, 2015, 06:20 PM
Offensive language
he looked around, but could not see
the young black man's humanity
the unarmed boy shot by his gun
(and he was not the only one)
A jungle-bunny on the run
it looks like homicide to me

Next: This vintage watch, my father gave to me

Harper J. Cole
May 16th, 2015, 07:10 PM
This vintage watch, my father gave to me,
Forever stopped, at nearly half past three,

There was a bullet, a-thirsting for my hide,
This humble trinket turned that death aside,

Wherever I tread, at home or over sea,
I know my father is watching over me

Next: Will you remember me

May 16th, 2015, 08:26 PM
will you remember me
after your taken from my body
and transplanted into another

next...till the rain and stars

May 16th, 2015, 11:19 PM
He swore he would love me
till the rain and stars
turned into champagne and diamonds

He was a liar

Next: The music kept playing

May 17th, 2015, 11:05 AM
The Music Kept Playing
for B B King

He passed away
just yesterday
the thrill is truly gone.

Except for all
who yet recall
his guitar and his song.

NEXT: I heard my mama say

Harper J. Cole
May 22nd, 2015, 06:37 PM
"You must move out today,"
I heard my mama say.

I should not have been surprised,
For I'm nearly forty-five.

NEXT: Love was not enough

May 22nd, 2015, 06:44 PM
She really adored him
Did everything for him

But love was not enough
His fists were far too rough

Next: It's far too hot to sleep

May 23rd, 2015, 03:12 PM
I read awhile with no result,
It's far too hot to sleep.
There's no one really to consult,
It's far too hot to sleep.

I flipped through all the channels, dear,
It's far too hot to sleep.
Snoring in her flannels, queer,
It's far too hot to sleep.

Ahh.. a cold shower's just the thing,
It's far too hot to sleep.
But that didn't stop my suffering,
It's far too hot to sleep.

So I found a sweet young thing to hold,
It's far too hot to sleep.
But I was really much too old,
And she's too hot to keep.

Let's go bowling in the dark

May 23rd, 2015, 03:59 PM
The power went off and the lights went out
We could go walking in the park
But she had a better idea than that
Let's go bowling in the dark

Next: A letter came in the mail

Harper J. Cole
May 26th, 2015, 11:54 AM
A letter came in the mail,
I threw it in the bin

'Twas from my friend the tax man,
And I've no time for him

NEXT: My mirror lies

Olly Buckle
May 26th, 2015, 11:24 PM
I am not that old
If truth be told,
I can truthfully say
I am not that grey,
And I am certainly not that size
My mirror lies.

Next:- And then we were three ...

May 27th, 2015, 07:01 AM
Once there was me
And then there was he
Then the baby came
And then we were three

Next: The skipping rope broke

May 28th, 2015, 04:10 AM
Cinderella dressed in yellow,

My skipping rope,
skipping rope,
skipping rope broke!

Went upstairs to kiss her fellow,

My skipping rope,
skipping rope,
skipping rope broke!

Forget Cinderella and her fellow,
Just find me a bloke with a new skip rope!

Last bubble in the glass was burst

May 28th, 2015, 04:59 AM
The fruit bowl was lovely
cut glass so it was
and then I dropped it and last
bubble in the glass was burst

Next: He gave a huge sneeze

June 11th, 2015, 03:12 PM
A feather floated on the breeze
Touched him and he gave a huge sneeze
On the sand we fell to our knees
And stared together at eternal seas

"When the blackest crow turns white"

June 14th, 2015, 04:16 AM
like when seas collide with each other and
continents connect and
when the world, like an orange, rolls away, when,
the blackest crow turns white.

next: smiles that could end wars

Harper J. Cole
June 20th, 2015, 04:13 PM
My true love
gives smiles that could end wars

My true love
has skin without any flaws

My true love
has eyes that are gentle and kind

But my true love
only exists in my mind

Next: Stop right there

September 13th, 2015, 03:41 AM
Night time falls
as I creep down the halls
searching for peace that never comes.

I climb to the top
waiting for the drop
in the deepest pit of my stomach.

Standing motionless on the roof
Music flows through
my being, and I dance to the tune.

But curfew is past
I knew this ecstasy could not last
and I hear the guard say:

Miss, stop right there.

Next line: Slaughter the innocent's mind

September 13th, 2015, 04:13 AM
Slaughter the innocent's mind
with little regard for her health.
Take all and leave her behind,
but keep what remains of her wealth.

Destroy all that she was and then some
without an internal debate,
and tell her you hate all she's become,
your ignorance sealing her fate.

Next Line: I snap the brittle metal

September 13th, 2015, 11:29 AM
I snap the brittle metal,
That is what I do, I fettle.
I’m a fettler like my dad,
It’s the only job he had.

But just as metal breaks apart,
One day also did his heart.
Now he’s dead and in the ground,
And I miss him being around.

When I’m at the pearly gate,
I may say “Pete, you look here mate,
If you don’t mind then I’ll let yer
know that dad, he’s fettled better.”

Next line: There's a tree to the east

September 14th, 2015, 07:44 PM
There's a tree to the east,
a river to the west.
You'd have thought they would be closer
for travellers on a quest.

You can bathe in the river,
disrobe behind the tree,
but then you've got a three mile sprint
to preserve your modesty.

Next line: It happened in a misty vale

Olly Buckle
September 14th, 2015, 10:42 PM
It happened in a misty vale
A spirit of the hills did wail
Recounting all the many ills
Brought on by the hippie's pills.

He swallowed them the night before
And now his head and feet were sore
For he had spent the night in dance
To the genre they called 'trance'

I wish I never took those pills
Will I regain my precious hills?
I should have stuck to heavy techno
Told those damn hippies where to go.

Next;- 'An imperceptible crack opened up'

September 15th, 2015, 12:00 AM
An imperceptible crack opened up,
cleaving reality west to east--
An imperceptible crack opened up,
unleashing a dark and dire beast.

Wendigo rising, fireflies fading, dying.
Down became up, as up became down.
Turtle moon shining, children crying--
Down became up, as up became down.

Tears in that imperceptible crack, a pool--
Deep and warm, wherein, dreams are drown.
Nightmares creeping, fear, their greatest tool,
widening the imperceptible crack...

Next: By the light of the Turtle Moon

September 17th, 2015, 02:59 AM
The Wolf and the Phoenix

By the light of the Turtle Moon
Set up in the sky for the Race of the Loons,
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

The Great Phoenix of Heaven spread his wings
His pinions blazed with fire from where the Clang-Bell rings
In that old new tower in the sky,
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

The Black Wolf of Hades crawled out of the ooze,
Where the worms are in their tunnels and the termites snooze
From the Bogeyland slime of eons,
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

The Phoenix streaked down, like a comet, like a blaze,
The Waypoints were ready and the banners were raised
On the track through the winds,
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

But no one was there, no Watcher, no Breath,
No Contestantóthe hills were as empty as death,
Not like it was in the great grand time
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

And trickling in was the Black Wolf deformed,
His body was poison, his skin was like worms,
No darker Wasp ever will be or was
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

Snakelike, he wormed his way into the sky,
And there, the Phoenix waited, ready to die,
The Wolf stung deeply, and hissed,
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

The Pheonix of heaven, like a thunderbolt, fell
His feathers snuffed out, and it was colder than Hell,
As the Earth cracked like ice
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

The Earth was in two, the crevice ran ever
Deep and spitting its malice forever.
Ask not what writhed in its depths
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

Skeletons lay scattered, cast out across the plains,
Dry Bones scorched white by the Sunís stormy rays,
But would you have heard the whispering?
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

Had you listened, you would have heard Trembles
The rattle of the Bones, the sighing rumbles.
Bones to be given breath.
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

Had you listened, you would have heard Promise,
Older, even, than the oldest of the Cometsó
Feathers to blaze again.
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

Listen, listen, hear the colors and life?
Deep Purple and Green, and Red and White,
The Phoenix is rising!
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

The Great Phoenix of Heaven flew out of his pyre
The dry Bones became Flesh, and their name was Fire,
Know that the Wolf cannot bind like he did
Long, long, ages ago,
So many ages ago.

Next line: Cream moon, dream moon, weaving daisy chains

September 17th, 2015, 03:21 AM
Cream moon, dream moon, weaving daisy chains among the stars
blinking in eternity's grasp, wandering the cosmos like bold comets
gazing in wonderment at the wake where dust clouds scatter in the mist.

The cold was comfortable, as the cloak of autumn scented the air

Olly Buckle
September 17th, 2015, 10:20 AM
He stood by the gate, looking down, green hills rose across the valley,
The cold was comfortable, as the cloak of autumn scented the air,
That, warmed by a winter sun, rose around him, fresh from the night
Which so recently covered the whisperings and journeys of the land.

He was in his place, he belonged here as much as he belonged,
In the chair beside the evening fire, or at the head of the table.
Those who knew him knew where he was, what he thought,
His riches surpassed those of Emperors and Kings.

Next :- The daily miracles of East and West

Red Sonja
November 13th, 2015, 05:47 AM
The daily miracles of East and West

Night pulls aside her robe
At the Sun's request
To reveal the daily miracles
Of East and West

NEXT: A stone face viewed through fluttering leaves

Red Sonja
November 27th, 2015, 04:30 PM
A stone face viewed through fluttering leaves;
A weird day, a wrong, and something rent.
The rite has been extended; so go, you have failed.
Your role is ended.

NEXT: Eats another bonbon, and buffs her nails.

Doc Martin
November 28th, 2015, 03:11 PM
He hated his job at the ladies salon, so
he eats another bonbon, and buffs her nails.
He looked not happy about doing her feet
he's already noticed they are covered with scales.

Next line: where dreams come to die

Red Sonja
November 28th, 2015, 08:34 PM
"Where Dreams Come To Die" is a club by the docks
As such, it's ironically named
Almost every mortal who darkens its doors
Has nightmares he's seeking to tame.

The proprietor, Len, is a mystery man
Quiet and dark; never laughs.
He's not very big but controls all the brawls
By means of a ten-foot shark gaff.

You may wonder what types of fun may be found
At such a dingy and dangerous club.
"Where Dreams Come To Die" pretty much says it all
(That, and there's a portal to Hell in the wall
And they serve up some pretty good grub.)

NEXT: Bright against the sky

Olly Buckle
November 29th, 2015, 10:52 PM
The evening star may stay
Bright against the sky
The Sun in the West
The Moon in the East
Against the infinity of blue
So pristine and new.

As old as the night to come
As cold as the night to come
The sun was a passing flare
In the infinity out there.

Next:- 'The yapping of the puppies fades.'

December 6th, 2015, 08:56 PM
The yapping of the puppies fades
as each one finds a teat
The squalling of the toddler stops
when Grandma gives a sweet

Her manners are above reproach

Olly Buckle
December 7th, 2015, 12:34 AM
See the little cockroach
Her manners are beyond reproach
She cleans her feelers with her feet
Every time before she eats.

It was in the weeks before Christmas

December 12th, 2015, 09:17 PM
(why can't you say somthing metrical?)

It was in the weeks before Christmas
that many Days were celebrated...

Black Friday
Small Business Saturday
Cyber Monday
Giving Tuesday

Each competing for attention
and my meager funds

Next: Never eat the yellow snow

Olly Buckle
December 13th, 2015, 12:58 AM
What do you mean not metrical?

It was in the weeks before Christmas
The boat ran aground on the isthmus
And, I fear,
By the New Year
They still couldn’t rhyme with isthmus

That's Zappa, 'Watch out where those huskies go', are you seriously asking us to do better than him? Mind you, this lot I expect someone will try ;)

Red Sonja
December 16th, 2015, 05:36 AM
Is the line "never eat the yellow snow"...?

December 31st, 2015, 04:18 PM
Life lessons come and life lessons go,
but one that I know that I know that I know
been passed down from years ago
"Never eat the yella snow."

Like, "Don't squat with yer spurs on,
that's fer sho'."
and, "To see which way the wind's boutta blow,
ya lick yer finger and hold it like so."

Don't ever eat the yella snow.

Next: I still think of you from time to time.

December 31st, 2015, 07:23 PM
I wanted to reply to this poem
but I was a moment too late

December 31st, 2015, 08:17 PM
I still think of you from time to time
what you did was such a crime

and I hope you do not tell
of the time I spent in hell

living with you I spent six years
shedding half-a-million tears

it was more than I could bear
but now I simply do not care.

Next: The curtain now has ripped asunder

February 13th, 2016, 04:08 AM
With lightning flash and roar of thunder
The curtain now has ripped asunder
The demon freed by wizard's blunder
will take the mage's soul as plunder.

Next: The silver in his pocket was not worth what he had paid

February 16th, 2016, 12:56 PM
The cold pouring rain did not stop him
He ran towards the hospital door with speed he didn't know he had.
He is a few seconds away into breaking his promise
A few seconds away into hating himself.

"I will be back before they start fixing you," he told his boy
And out in the unknown he took his chances
They were poor, unable to pay the operation
Sold some possessions to offer more mornings for his son.

And so he came back with the thing he was after
But the bed carried a corpse and not his son
The silver in his pocket was not worth what he had paid
Had he stayed beside him, he may have seen his last smile.

Next: Buried and forgotten, hope was delivered to her doorstep.

June 24th, 2016, 04:31 AM
She is alone, it is true,
and her name is Askance.
What an odd name, they say,
and she glances up coldly
from under red eyelashes.
And her hair is red, too
and her skin is ivory, smooth, and well-carved,
of the finest grain, but
yellowing with long sickness.
Five years ago, she carefully removed her heart
and locked it in the jewelry box
and plugged up the hole in her chest
with bleached-white rags.
And it was three years ago
that semi-animate skeleton mice
stole that box away,
and then she ran out into her garden
and threw the rags on the sidewalk
and let everything inside her bleed out among the flowers.
Now, she is still covering the blood
with green-dyed wood chips.
Watch her, she is spreading them now
but the shovel is too small for her sprawling hands,
and so, clumsily, she covers the daffodils and pansies, too.
Of course, you know, that a year ago,
buried and forgotten, hope was delivered to her doorstep,
hope in the form of a returned jewelry box
and some very apologetic skeleton mice.
But it wasn't hope she wanted
or healing, or real flesh inside;
no, too long had she been alone,
her bones had hardened to rusted copper,
growing green from the dye in the wood-chips
cracking in the searing cold,
Dear mice, she said, with an ironic eyebrow,
I've grown out of it,
it's too small for me now, see?
And she crushed it between her forefinger and thumb.

Next: aglow in the crocus leaves

June 28th, 2016, 08:07 PM
Short Haiku

missed chance shattered dream
aglow in the corcus leaves
it blooms but only once

Next Line: Fractured festive faceless family

June 30th, 2016, 10:26 AM
Fractured festive faceless family
Whose lives were taken
By the many-faced gods.
Seeking revenge after revenge
'Til all men die.

Next: Love came on a Sunday morning.

July 22nd, 2016, 05:38 AM
Love came on a Sunday morning

I travelled at days light
Now lost with a nights dream
looking for a moment to hope
keeping nothing

Next: Lost in madness

July 22nd, 2016, 07:22 AM
Clocks turning, turning, and forgetting, hands
clinging, clinging, to the scrap of a memory of a
memory of a memory of--
that is fading, calico
fading, fading, hands
losing, losing
lost, clocks and
hands and
lost in madness.

Next: One more round of vain glory

August 24th, 2016, 12:52 AM
there once was a very sad story
regarding a rich man called Rory
for his own ego's ends
he bought drinks for his friends:
one more round of vain glory.

next - skimming stones into the past

August 24th, 2016, 07:14 AM
Remember when as a child
thinking life would always be
like skimming stones into the past
they would go on and all will last

- Sweltering in the heat of summer

September 5th, 2016, 05:40 AM

ning flash-
lit sky up-
rising like mass-
ive demons of thun-
der and hailpower fact-
ories thread with pagan temp-
le power lines all seared and frag-
mented in the hot porridge sun-
light and sweltering in the heat of sum-
mer, tumultuous and vain, shattered light-
ning, sickening in inky dark-
ness, breeding above the des-
ert in many pie-piec-
es that writhe with cob-
ras and bad cinn-
amon dem-
ons who

next: no sun shines on the road to Eldorado

September 23rd, 2017, 08:48 AM
Gloom and doom is the mantra of the mountain
The people of the region know this song well
Sings the legend of a demon whom darkness contains
Maddness consuming insanity prevails

Gloom is the lure floating in weak minded men
Doom is the curse of man's need to be right
Dark is the road of his competing ego
So say elder wise men, shamen and sage

No sun shines on the road to Eldorado
Only withered old souls alone in the nite
Crushed by the weight of guilt and remorse
Staggering helplessly to find their way to the light

September 23rd, 2017, 08:50 AM
New line: Hope this helps you through the night

September 29th, 2017, 03:24 PM
Hope this helps you through the night
A glass of wine, an appletini
A little jazz some brie and jam
Fondest memories, stupid jokes,
late night laughing and gentle hands

New line: If I only knew

October 5th, 2017, 05:42 PM
Hope this helps you through the night
A glass of wine, an appletini
A little jazz some brie and jam
Fondest memories, stupid jokes,
late night laughing and gentle hands

New line: If I only knew

If I only knew how to conquer my demons
To forgive and forget my past and it's failures
To go boldly into uncharted territories of terror
With only a flashlight and days of buried memories
I would be able to find myself
But alas,
I don't even know how to do that

New line: The Tournament Has Begun

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October 6th, 2017, 12:47 AM
The Tournament Has Begun
Red Boxer versus Blue Ninja
Thier eyes are locked
Turning in unison
Fists fly
Feet swing
Heads steer
Bodies fall
Warriors rise
The referee shivers
Buttocks dangling off seats
I've come so far to see this fight
Weather my hero wins or lose
I'm honoured to watch his greatest duel

Next line: My bum hurts

October 6th, 2017, 02:29 AM
my bum hurts...no, it's REALLY sore
I skidded on the kitchen floor
...in stockinged feet, I tried to run
(a thing which I should not have done)
And this is how it came to pass
I landed on my sorry ass

next line: I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar twenty-five

October 11th, 2017, 05:42 PM
Midnight: in a dark alleyway in Milan
Was where I sold my soul to Satan
For a dollar twenty-five
What a time to be alive

My body had ever been better
An the wife had never been wetter
For a dollar twenty-five
What a time to be alive

Next:I can rule the world!

November 10th, 2017, 04:31 AM
I can rule the world
sitting in my castle high
sipping tea and brie on rye
I can rule the world
if a girl were meant to be
a queens' crown on my head you see
I can rule the world
play croquet learn crochet
cricket polo fun all day
I can rule the world
dressed in white they're so dill
it's time to take another pill
I can rule the world

Please pass the pepper

November 14th, 2017, 04:12 AM
Alone I sit in a coffee shop trying to write a poem
coffee, cold toast, old bacon smell no inspiration here
Till he walked in and caught my eye, the guy with the silver hair
kinda tall, little bald, blue eyed, friendly grin
Seated now, quite near me, he orders eggs and tea
secret glance, I sneak a look, he turns his head and
says, please pass the pepper

Just a pinch of salt

November 14th, 2017, 01:33 PM
My love's a dear though oftentimes
a bit tart of the tongue
some sauce with just a pinch of salt
at seventeen years young

next line:
no one to remember me

November 14th, 2017, 02:03 PM
I'm all alone
Where have all my friends gone?
What is my motivation?
Where is it now?

With no one to remember me
Not even my closest friends
Whom I remember dearly
As I escape from their lives
Slowly.... but eternally

I swallow my pride and.....

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November 16th, 2017, 08:15 PM
Ok, you win
I swallow my pride and
to the tilt of your head
crooked teeth and bad breath
just ONE more

Tell me, what do monkeys think?

Olly Buckle
November 17th, 2017, 12:25 AM
Tell me, what do monkeys think?
Do ants have self awareness?
Is the spinner proud of her web?
Does the body bend worry the inch
pincher pinching an inch?
Do birds who eat him know his taste?
Is sea water salt to whales as they
Sieve vast quantities for tiny things?

I can see their feathers, scales and skins
But, opened, I do not see what's within
Only organs and carnage.

How much are they all like me?

Next:- The pillars were mainly ionic

November 17th, 2017, 12:41 AM
In Greek architecture canonic
The pillars were mainly Ionic
it's also historic
to feature some Doric
Together, they're rather harmonic

She wandered too close to my heart

November 17th, 2017, 05:13 AM
She's all up in my face
Her aloof attitude rarely adjusting to the facts of my life
One step closer
Towards the edge of self sabotage
she wandered too close to my heart
Now she's gonna pay....

Next: The store closed too late in the day...

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December 4th, 2017, 02:30 AM
The store closed too late in the day
for her to get back in time for the play
She tried to close early but sales were up
a gold medal day a reign of good luck
The show must go on if it’s sunny or rainy
and this show went on with no leading lady

Friendly eyes and a warm smile

December 13th, 2017, 10:20 AM
The salesman thought he would beguile
friendly eyes and a warm smile
voice as smooth and sweet as honey
thought to part me from my money
I need that money, every cent
If I intent to pay my rent
So no, good sir, I am not buying
Take heart, though, cuz you know you're trying.

next line:
you told me not to tell him

December 17th, 2017, 03:57 AM
You told me not to tell him
but what else could I do
he laughed and joked
and sang a song
with spinach in his tooth

woman’s best friend is

December 17th, 2017, 01:40 PM
Woman's best friend is a can of mace
so whenever he invades your space
you can spritz him right in the face.

Crawling through the maze

Olly Buckle
December 17th, 2017, 09:04 PM
Crawling through the maze of maize
We found a place where we could laze
Throughout the afternoons of days
Unseen, undisturbed, unfazed.

Hidden by leaves to the upright
Below the radar, out of sight
Along a path twisty and tight
An escape from the uptight
between the stalks.

Next, a dress that belonged to his sister

December 21st, 2017, 02:56 AM
He always loved that dress
He always loved those shoes
A dress that belonged to his sister
Was his to wear on the cruise

next: Has anyone seen my keys?

December 24th, 2017, 12:17 PM
Has anyone seen my keys?
Or at least my meds for today?
I have to get to work, and
I'm sure I won't have a good day
I keep forgetting things
That I do not wish to forget
But imagine, in the hustle and bustle outside
I forgot to bring my jacket

Next line: I left my pen beside the bookcase

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December 29th, 2017, 03:12 AM
I left my pen beside the bookcase
So strange, it doesn’t belong there
What was I thinking or not thinking at all
I must have hundred, black, fine, some small
Now where’s the paper, is it in the same place
My mind needs a zip drive not WhiteOut erase

Next: I’d love to....

December 30th, 2017, 01:15 AM
I'd love to fall, slow-motion fall
into the black spaces in between the stars,
into the great blue spaces in between the islands
that fester with life--

The joke, sometimes, isn't funny anymore;
after all, it's so large, and easy to forget
that gravity exists.
But if the world was smaller,
and the humor subtler,
could I ever laugh out loud?

I'd love to fall, slow-motion fall,
slow as the speed of sound,
from galaxy to galaxy
for years and years,
laughing all the way--

They shouldn't have called it the Big Bang,
because it was a crack, really,
cracking a joke--
I don't get it, yet,
but it's so, so good,
just like God said
in the beginning.

New line: a pair of silver scales

March 31st, 2018, 03:03 AM
A pair of golden errings
a pair of silver scales
a pair diamond bracelets
will bring me home to Wales

I’ve always thought you beautiful

April 22nd, 2018, 04:24 AM
Your nose is cold and rather large
often wet, sometimes runny
Your tongue is warm, your breath not bad
furry hair long and wirery
you make my day, enhance my life
I’ve always thought you beautiful

We danced all day into the night

May 27th, 2018, 06:11 PM
Hazel greens meet mocha browns
smiles invite holding hands
along white sands under salted mist
we danced all day into the night

foot tapping, hand clapping

Olly Buckle
May 27th, 2018, 09:53 PM
Rhythm starts flowing
And the body gets going
Foot tapping, hand clapping
Finger clicking thigh slapping.

Coming on top
Body won't stop
Moving to the sound
going round and round.

Not distressed
But still possesed
Waking up as the beat
Starts the tapping of feet.

Next, 'Remembering past and distant times'

May 28th, 2018, 12:37 PM
remembering past and distant times
our memories traveled with the beat
of metric poems or songs with rhymes
the scansion, the refrain's repeat
before we knew to write things down
our option was to vocalize
we passed stuff on by rhythmic sound
and had our stories memorized

next: you have to watch the quiet ones

June 27th, 2018, 06:22 PM
you have to watch the quiet ones
the come and go in different ways
they show up so they shouldn't
and disrupt what they couldn't
you have to watch the quiets ones
they're too much too little
and it is their acquital

each step of the way towards the hay

July 9th, 2018, 02:54 AM
Clip clop, clip clop, head shakes a fluttering lip
and a spray of bubbled nasal slime darts to
parts unknown
a slight yawn, tongue and teeth exposed
each step of the way towards the hay

The goat and rabbit played checkers

July 9th, 2018, 03:36 PM
The goat and rabbit played checkers

On the fantastic farm
New Delhi way
The mice live in homes multi-deckers

The pigs ne'er know harm
The cat's are all stray
And the goat and rabbit played checkers

The mule's a gendarme
The sheep sleep all day
And of all things, the cooks are woodpeckers

Of those, the most forgotten

July 23rd, 2018, 02:21 PM
Of those, the most forgotten
the everyday moments of twenty four years

Of those, the most remembered
the everyday moments of twenty four years

Have you ever wondered

August 10th, 2018, 04:38 AM
Have you ever wondered if X-Files are real
Have you ever thought Games of Thrones could
possibly conceal
a code in plain sight a treasure revealed
Have you noticed lately, ever wondered maybe
if the Matrix is real

When the sun sets

Olly Buckle
August 19th, 2018, 08:50 AM
When the sun sets
we forget.
Immersed in red gold glory
the sequence of the story
does not come to mind
until we find
ourselves in darkness.

Next, 'Quiet and reserved, he observed.'

September 4th, 2018, 03:42 PM
James Bond was never heard
to say a superfluous word
quiet and reserved
he observed
'dry Martini, shaken not stirred'

next - where the bluebells grow

September 24th, 2018, 10:10 PM
Still and quiet is the night
Hidden from a chaotic world
Smoke and sirens; hustle and bustle
Traded in for earth, wind and silence
Where the bluebells grow
Where the blue birds crow
Hidden from the violence

Sip from the cup

October 27th, 2018, 12:54 AM
Sip from the cup if you dare
sip from the bile of a witches stare
roots of hogwart, stems of kale
brew crow feathers to frothy ale
a drop of milkweed, a nail of toe
A cup at bed will make your hair grow

Shades of blue and yellow

October 27th, 2018, 08:29 PM
flowers and fire
shades of blue and yellow

this range of life
I will not leave you to, alone.

I will keep you in swadling,
forever pink and pure.

given this impossibility,
as you grow, I will teach
you how to paint rainbows

before you come to know
this science of brown earth
you will understand that

shades of blue and yellow
are also hues of bruises healing.

and that they will ache
over and over, again.

and that you will feel ease
over and over, again.

Wading through shades of blue and yellow
you will become golden.

Stately is the Wild Flower

October 30th, 2018, 08:27 PM
Stately is the wild flower
Towering in the summer breeze.

Lately beneath falling leaves
In the lee of the maple tree.

Greatly when the white winds blow
Poking heads through the snow.

reach for the sky

November 24th, 2018, 02:07 AM
Through the rain clouds beyond the cumulus
reach for the sky in search of the blue
day is anew as the sun shines

bow to grateful second chances adding more time
live a life, let a dream be true
reach for the sky in search of the blue

every corner offers

November 30th, 2018, 01:22 AM
every corner offers a santa ringing a bell
with pennies in his coffers singing sweet noel

when the first snow falls

October 30th, 2019, 12:19 AM
Your eyes glimmer like thousand stars,
Shinning and shimmering a window of your heart,
The wind brings a whisper of your words,
Sending me fluttering to the sky wrapped by a blanket of clouds.

"It is you and me against the world"
We promised on the altar with heavens law,
Spring was the beginning with birds singing tunes of our adventurous future.

Time is precious,
Time has passed,
When the first snow falls,
Until death do us apart.

Next line:
There goes the man in blue shirt.

October 30th, 2019, 03:34 AM
There goes the man in the blue shirt
I see him often, though we never speak
And yet our paths cross
Day in and day out

I wonder who he is.
Were we meant to meet?

Next line: Without coffee, life is chaos.

October 30th, 2019, 06:34 AM
I cracked my phone with the sound of my alarm,
I lost one shoe at the bottom of the stairs,
My bag was caught between the doors of the tram,
Without coffee life is chaos.

Okey I tried.

Next line: nothing is everything, and everything is nothing.

October 31st, 2019, 06:00 AM
Nothing is everything and everything is nothing.
Floating through space, drifting away
Like bits and pieces of time.

Next line: What do you get when you fall in love?

March 21st, 2020, 09:51 PM
What do you get when you fall in love?
The gift of tenderness and the annihilation of the soul
as you caress the one who holds your heart in their hands.
A nervous balancing act,
between vulnerability and obliteration.

Next line: The pieces of this puzzle do not fit.

Olly Buckle
March 22nd, 2020, 02:14 PM
The pieces of this puzzle do not fit,
extending beyond the compass
Of our board and wit
Its solution soon will stump us
But still we try
And I do know why
For we are human and inquisitive
Exploring all the world has got to give.

Numbed I sit in blank despair.

March 25th, 2020, 08:25 PM
Numbed I sit in blank despair,
what AM I going to do?
"You worked the line, you've served your time,
oh lucky lucky you."
They shake your hand they slap your back,
they send you on your way,
And just like that, a life lived and worked,
there's nothing more to say.

Does that count?
Can it, dare I even think of it in the very loosest sense........poetry? If so, may I offer up the following prompt....

Don't pause, don't waver, just do it.

Olly Buckle
March 25th, 2020, 10:25 PM
Not bad, I like the internal rhyme line, time. The uses of 'they' in,
They shake your hand they slap your back,
they send you on your way,
Made me think if you made it,
They shake your hand, slap your back,
And send you on your way,
It is firstly more concise, nearly always good in a poem and secondly you get the 'hand, and' rhyme.

Really though, it is not bad at all.

What really surprises me though is where did "Don't pause, don't waver, just do it." come from? It does not sound like a Dither prompt, but I look forward to seeing what someone does with it.

March 26th, 2020, 10:02 AM
Not bad, I like the internal rhyme line, time. The uses of 'they' in,
They shake your hand they slap your back,
they send you on your way,
Made me think if you made it,
They shake your hand, slap your back,
And send you on your way,
It is firstly more concise, nearly always good in a poem and secondly you get the 'hand, and' rhyme.

Really though, it is not bad at all.

What really surprises me though is where did "Don't pause, don't waver, just do it." come from? It does not sound like a Dither prompt, but I look forward to seeing what someone does with it.

Are we allowed to discuss here?
Mr.Buckle, basically what I was saying with that prompt is don't dither and the attempt at poetry was about retirement.

March 28th, 2020, 05:47 PM
Today I’m safe inside the sanctuary
casual, unconcerned, quiche cooking in the oven
tomorrow may bring danger
outside the bug bites still hungry for a host
children wait for their next meal and I can help
I can be the difference
Shall I? Don't waiver, don’t pause, just do it

On a normal day

Olly Buckle
March 28th, 2020, 11:21 PM
on a normal day
a quarter of a million
homeless orphans
will be fed by the Hare Krishnas.

On a normal day
IBM's will be serviced
and nuclear power stations
won't melt down.

On a normal day
there will only be
the usual local wars
killing the insignificant.

On a normal day
more than three hundred
and fifty thousand babies
are born to this.

Next. But there is only one.

May 7th, 2020, 07:26 PM

look! please somebody remove this if it's tosh. Okay?


Accidents sickness suicide,
so many ways to go.
Will the end be painless?
Do we really want to know?
Shall I linger at the alter?
On the way to my here-after.
it doesn't do to dwell.
The more I age the more I ponder
the calling of that dreaded number
But there is only one life
So strive to live it well.

Next: When all else fails.

Olly Buckle
May 7th, 2020, 11:41 PM
I AM PRETTY CERTAIN NO-ONE FULLY UNDERSTANDS WHAT CONSTITUTES POETRY, so keep quiet and carry on and they might think you a genius.

When all else fails you can
Keep your head down and carry on,
Blow your top and blame another
Run away and hide in a hole
It is usually best to just talk.

Next; 'And then she said'