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POETRY ME - Tell me your DAY in an ON the SPOT Poem
Posted by wagerwitch • 6/09/09 • Subscribe to this Discussion [RSS] • Report This Topic
Topics: fun doodle, momentary lapse of reason, poetry workout
Let's do a little exercise in Poetry today folks!
Last Night Drs and I had a little fun...
Today...
Tell me something about your life TODAY...
In Poetry style.
Free Verse, Rhyme, Haiku - anything goes - IN POETRY FORMAT.
I'll start with my own day right after this:
User Comments
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Today I woke in absolute turmoil and fear
The beginning of the start of my troubles are near
I have to go in front of my peers
and openly admit all of my fears
I have been gagged and chained for the moment now
I wish I could scream and show you how
But soon enough all will be done
and I'll be able to show everyone
But for now, I work in my mind
And use this poetry, an escape I find
To tell small stories, of my daily deeds
And fulfill my poetry writing needs
The coffee was great, it woke up my heart
and gave me a moment, a place to start
So my fears are diminishing just a bit
As long as my mind stops giving in to it
I thank my audience for sitting through
All of these words that I generally spew
But know this in your hearts of hearts
My friendship with some always starts
And keeps going on as I meet each of you
It's been my pleasure - and something to do
So today gets better as I read a lot more
And please tell me - what else is in store! -
It was an unsuccessful start
on this dark and miserable morn
I covered the house in mud and sh!t
when I reversed off my front lawn
My wipers didnt wipe fast enough
As the f*cking rain came down
And I skidded across the road a bit
To avoid some F*cking clown.
I pulled up into work today
But I'd rather be somewhere else
I'd rather be drinking whiskey and watching porn in the comfort of my own house. -
Eyes closed.
Open.
Another day, another dream.
Words
hidden in the seam.
A
conversation
that
bores,
another
chance
to
ignore. And focus
on what I'd much rather be thinking about.
Ticktock.
Is it faster than usual?
Or am I...
just getting old. -
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Actually Siuil - that was Really good.
I mean - you can see the uplift of the spirit - and how friends surrounding you can bring that out - and how it makes you feel good, plus you're eating... Either spiritually or literally.
It's a very good write. -
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I suck at poems.
I got a call
Then went to the mall
My pants were too small
One, two, three pair
I bought them all
Went to lunch
Ate a bunch
Now I'm hungry A-GAIN.-
Hey - that's NOT a bad poem.
There is NO such thing as a bad poem.
You gave us your day - how it went for you - and allowed us to see you "imaginatively" trying on pants or plucking them off the line... sipping the straw of a cup filled with a drink... and carrying a shopping bag.
Then we see you maybe eating at a restaurant - but by the time you got back to the car in the sea of cars - you have worked off your food.
Ya see?
I mean - it might not be exactly right - but through your words - you showed us your day - and that was all that I wanted.
There is NO such thing as a bad poem. -
Umm, I'm pretty sure I already sent you it, like last week. I haven't said I'd write you any more.
But whatever
I made a sim
She died again
And left me with Tim
or how about this?
Oh Suzie the blogger
Why did you have to set yourself on fire?
You used to be so smooth and silky
And now you are so very crunchy
Oh Suzie the blogger,
Why did you have to set yourself on fire?
Thank you *bows*
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White page with red ink scribbles,
Rolling, cheeks flushed all giggles,
Thump, thump, thump!
Quick, hide, the sock monster has awoken,
Why are the bricks all broken?
One step, two steps, three steps, bump!
Stinging tears soon forgotten,
Thump, thump, thump!
The hat monster has awoken!-
Polybore v2.0 seems rather advanced for a one year old. Amongst other things they have worked out the basics of computing and telephony. Surprised polybore today by picking up their wet towel and dressing gown then crawled through to the utility room, put them in the tumble dryer and switched it on.
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I have a little poem
I'll make it very brief
The manager upstairs
is giving me some grief
I think the hobbit's angry
her face is always red
I couldn't help imagining
giving her a kung-fu chop to the head -
I woke with a start,
remembering something in my heart,
today was the last day for school,
I felt like such a fool.
You see the end of the school year carnival was here,
my kids were in such cheer,
I sent the boys to enjoy their day,
the girls couldn't go by the way.
Too much work was to be had at home,
I have to work, have to pay the loan,
My girls didn't mind though,
spending the day playing, waiting for the boys to come home.
Once they were seen,
the girls shrieked with glee,
as the boys won prizes,
they gave the girls surprises.
Candy and pop they shared
my boys are good boys...as they showed they care,
my boys brought home some of the fun,
my heart is what my children have won. -
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My morning was uneventful.. but this is Paul McCartney's morning
Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, i noticed i was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and i went into a dream
Ah -
I actually did write a poem about my day on my blog. I'll repost it here:
Stress flows through me like
Water did the ceilings
But who will clean
Me up? -
Woke up.. fell out of bed
realized my clothes were all wet
cursed myself, for leaving the window open
The Rain wet my floor, I started moping
Drank some tea, ate some bread
Refreshed my screen, and I found this thread
This one's better, its got more people rhyming
While in the other, they were simply miming
Tried to stretch this poem, onto stanza three
Can't rhyme no more, maybe some verse free?
I still managed to make that rhyme
I am so awesome, every single time. -
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My heart stirred with a familiar pain
As I looked out my window and saw the rain
The moment I saw the clouds appear
I wished I was anywhere but here
But work beckoned, and I rose
I stretched my arms and flexed my toes
I then wandered down the stair
And found my coffee waiting there.
A sip or two, and then a shower
A drive that look less than an hour
Paperwork to sort, things to do
Presentations to give, in all, nothing new
Another day through which to live
A day with nothing there to give.
So now I'm home, and dinner's on
It will be time to hit the hay before long
Perchance to dream, and night will slip away
Yielding to yet another boring day. -
In the morning, I exfoliate more skin because of the cold weather
The snow was coming down in my city
The clients were significantly post menopausal...
I suffered gum bleeding from vitamin c deficiency
Now constipated with a dull outlook for tomorrow
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