Poetry is lame. Why waste your time on such bunk, when life is so short?
Calling everyone!
April is National Poetry Month! So write poems! Lots of them!!!
I will give away my Twollars for each and every poem that you write this month.
I'm also challenging people on my blog to write poetry. Come join the fun!
Or join me on my writing blog for poetry extravaganzas!
Ready? Set! Go!
I caught you a delicious bass.
My Resolution to Write:
http://bradywrites.blogspot.com
National Poetry Month!:
http://tinyurl.com/c8f6sx
http://tinyurl.com/nationalPoetry
Poetry is lame. Why waste your time on such bunk, when life is so short?
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At first I was shocked
Then suddenly I noticed
Nice Haiku, Molnar!
Whatever I feel like I wanna do. Gosh!
I just decide that haiku are worth 170 twollars. Thanks Sue and Molnar for the first two haiku!
I caught you a delicious bass.
My Resolution to Write:
http://bradywrites.blogspot.com
National Poetry Month!:
http://tinyurl.com/c8f6sx
http://tinyurl.com/nationalPoetry
Fishing for wisdom in the sea of doubt
a nibble of understanding lost again
Patience
Patience
Hunting for knowledge in a forest of darkness
a shadow of thought missed again
Long-suffering
Long-suffering
Harvesting for ideas in a field of desolation
a grain of insight withered away
Resignation
Resignation
April
Cool
It becomes wet
Hot, it steams;
Never takes the same route
Into a heart frozen shut still, yet, but not forever.
I bite my knuckles when the clouds drift overhead.
They bring the unknown
And they bring the inevitable.
Take me out of this waiting.
I want the sky blue
And I want the grass dry
And the pavement friendly to my bare soles.
Give me bee hum
And leaf rustle
And stop this dance you savor
As you change from
One to the next.
She seeks it here, she seeks it there,
Knocka seeks it everywhere.
Is it a number or is it a word?
Finding an answer is just absurb.
They seek it here, they seek it there
Twelevers seek it everywhere.
Is a picture or just a caption?
Whatever it is gives satisfaction.
He seeks it here, he seeks it there.
Moscow seeks it everywhere.
A haiku, a sonnet, an ode or short lines,
Poetry, free verse or just some rhymes.
I dance slowly down
the road
One foot, and another, and a third
the cadence of my footfalls
a tiny earthquake
Today I dance alone
although here and there
I see others dancing
to their own symphony
ignored by the crowd who stand
silent and still
As I dance slowly and alone
I see a silver glint
and as I dance
the dance becomes me
and I become the dance
and the road and the earthquake
When I stop the dance it hurts
sharp pains
as if the dance is ripped
from my bones
or am I ripped from the bones
of the dance
I caught you a delicious bass.
My Resolution to Write:
http://bradywrites.blogspot.com
National Poetry Month!:
http://tinyurl.com/c8f6sx
http://tinyurl.com/nationalPoetry
Search. Research. Re-search.
Stand beside. Stand under. Stand down. Understand.
Mad. Razz. Wink. Very Happy. Surprised. Smile.
Theory. Trust. Truth. Try.
Work. Rest. Work.
Thursday
Friday
Leave alone. Leave, alone. Lone some leave. lonesome leaves.
Look again. Look again. Look again.
Whatever comes to you, comes to you.
Sad. Confused...Roll Eyes.
Cool. Sir prized again. Missed her green.
Very happy. Brick wall yet everything is cool.
the stakes are soaring
in this game
I find it boring
all the same
yet I can’t leave the table
the players cloaked
in strange facades
I’m left to wonder if they’re gods
whose horses left the stable
this chop twice slice and dice
three times four plus five advice
raging fire turned to ice
in this dreamers fable
it surely was a magic time
when his soul
amended mine
until I felt that I could fly
that keeps me at the table
chasing shadows that I feel
looking for a shard that’s real
longing for a piece of steel
to forge when I am able
what I know
is what I see
four times four plus five and three
seven days a week for me
until I cut the cable
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