User Poetry

[kennyc]

Nice work Jim!

[Joebill]

another short one.

Kites !

Kites are for flying,
kites are fun.

dragon and butterflies !
diamonds and boxes !

Kites galore !

Oh, to not run out of string !
And a 'just right' breeze.

[Joebill]

Thanks !

[GeoffC]

Thanks for posting both of them Joebill

Wonderful word play in the first that takes me into the scene and allows my imagination
to picture everything ....


Joyful one with the kites ....

[we seem to be ignoring this thread, of late !]

[Joebill]

Thank you GeoffC, that is one of the reasons I popped by and posted here.

[Joebill]

Here ya go, might need a bit of work. But it is hot off the synapses. Just for here.

lyrics ? Hmmm...

poem: A song, a dance

Sometimes I sleep, and dream,
from there,
some poems show up,
from time to time,
but don't ask me to dance,
it doesn't look very good.

I have woken up,
after a bad dream,
and heard a Muse,
"Hey ! I got a poem for ya !"
But I delay,
I don't want to join,
the mental fray of writing,
I have to get up,
early in the morning.

ya ever see a Muse,
tapping her foot and looking angry ?

I have, 'tis not a pleasant sight.

I beg, "Please, can we wait,
I don't wanna be late,
for woooork ..."

Then she stomps off,
the field of vision,
but the Ghost of Procrastination,
won't let me be,
at least I have no fleas !

But what I really want to do,
is dance across the face of the Earth's Moon,
or maybe even Mars !

Here a step, there a jump,
a bounce,
across the surface of the Moon !

Tap the foot,
of my spacesuit,
in a bit of dust,
and jump for joy !

I would like to walk along the floor,
of a Lunar crater,
or along the edge,
of the line,
between sunlight and dark,
it won't be a lark in a park,
back on Earth,
but I can deal with that,
as I dance across,
the face of the Moon !

[ exit ]

[Joebill]

a bit early for Christmas, I wrote this in 2004, where in a Muse and I work on a poem. The poem below.

Holiday Card, 2004

I've had a hard time coming up with something to write this year.

For this, then that idea... So I came up with something else.

Well... it took a bit of working on it.

Evidently my Muse was helping with the sugar plums and toys dancing
in various dreams, so I took a drive to get something to eat.

Muse showed up and had a sit in the car passenger seat. After all I
had suggested it, take a few minutes break, relax, put her feet up
on the dashboard, snooze for a few, then go out and help with a few
more dreams.

She seems to flicker now and again, must be off to take care of some
dreams.

I drove awhile longer and started thinking about the holidays.

hmm, better get this out of the way...
[ Copyright by Jim M. Pierce, 2004-2010. All Rights Reserved. ]

My first Christmas eve and day off in 5 years. So I decided to relax
a bit, well, some part of me is still driving off to eat supper at a
restaurant.

Anyway.

I wondered what the B-Movie monsters were up to. Hadn't heard much
from them recently.

So I wandered off to the B-Movie Monster Coffee Shoppe.

What ?! You never heard of it ?

Well, it does exist, but I don't know exactly where it is. The Muse
and I found it though.

Lets park here.

Go on, go ahead and I'll... okay, I'll go in alone. Its okay, they
are on holiday break.

So, I saunter in, wearing my fedora and trench coat. Jeans, brightly
colored beach shirt, and a pair of boots.

Gorgonzola, she is the head waitress, ignores me.

It gets quiet.

I say, "I'm just here for the coffee, no autographs..."

conversation resumes.

The Thing, just in from an expo in the Antarctic, glowers at me. I
ignore it.

Thats not the Addam's Family Thing, its the other Thing.

Place looks kinda gloomy. Yeah, I see it now that my eyes have
adjusted to the dark. Buncha monsters, all frowning and crying in
their coffee, or what ever it is they are drinking.

A few Christmas decorations. No stockings hung by the fireplace with
care though.

The waitress, you remember her ? Gorgonzola by name, says 'We aint
got no coffee for humans in here ! Buzz off !"

I reply, "I'm not doing anything but relaxing. I'll go in a few
minutes, just wanted a relief from the holidays."

You coulda heard a cricket chirp a trillion miles away.

"What ?"

Gorgonzola got real sad and said, "Honey, Santa don't stop here."

I was dumb founded. I mean, really !

"But uh..."

"No, he don't stop here. You think all of us don't know we are never
gonna get any presents ? We are the monsters of moviedom."

"damn... Wait, I'll be back in a few minutes."

So, I go back outside, hmm. certainly got cold all of a sudden.

Windy to. Cannot hardly get the flying carpet out of the trunk. I
manage it anyway.

So, how to catch Santa on the one night he is busy ?

Well, I'm not gonna tell ya how. But I manage it. Windy here abouts
for some reason.

I try to talk to him, but he pointedly looks at me then away and
never looks at me again.

So, I go to a toy store. Buy some gifts, get them wrapped.

I have to make a coupla trips. Carpet wasn't designed to carry that
much.

I bought a Santa hat.

Gave presents out to the monsters.

A small miniature village for a certain giant lizard, an Antarctic
adventure set for the Thing, a tall building toy to a certain big
ape, and so on.

I put up a small tree. Decorated it. Handed out the presents.

It all of a sudden got real quiet in the B-Movie Monster Coffee
Shoppe.

Santa was there watching me.

I handed him a newspaper, pointed to the photos of the damage done
to various places.

And asked, "You see any of these folks in those photos ? I don't."

And I continued handing out gifts.

He left.

But I did notice some gifts I hadn't bought being looked at and
played with by the B-Movie Monsters.

And there was a plate of cookies and milk on the counter, with my
name on it.

I nodded and said, kinda choked up, "thanks."

Gorgonzola smiled. A few of the monsters, well, the ones that could
speak words, said thanks.

I went out to the car. Muse wasn't there. Left me a note. "seems you
didn't need my help after all."

Well, maybe one of her sisters helped me.

I don't have any wonderous words or anything, so I'll just say

"A happy holiday, and a good night !"

[exeunt]

[GeoffC]

That first one, may need a few tweeks, but it could be my story too - and not only with poetry.

The second one makes a nice flowing story !

Well done for them both and thanks for posting.....

[i'll pass along some "k" when the karma-fairy allows]

[kennyc]

I agree, great start on that first one and as Geoff says, it captures what many creatives go through....

Some tweaking and refinement and you've got something I think.

[WT Sharpe]

Nice work, Joebill!

[Joebill]

( deep bow. )

Thank you.

[Joebill]

The first one, I was trying to recapture a mood, and a poem, I had written some times ago. I couldn't find it in my archives. And being tired, I couldn't quite grab the mood I wanted.

I'll think it over, and try to work on it in the near future.

[GeoffC]

bringing the thread back to some sort of life

In the Shadows of the Night

in the lazy hours
at still of night
as moonbeams bounce amongst the motes of dust
come things unseen.
they feed upon those dreams
as full they are of nought but love
and hope of wishful pleasures
and riches that remain untold
of sounds
and tastes
and wandering thoughts of wanton lust.
they creep through shadows
hidden well within the mask of night
amidst the corners in the gloom
and dank
to send their waving tendrils forth
to feel.
and slow to inveigle themselves
they loom to lurk
within those dizzy moods
when the pleasure bears intense
enough
to miss the hazy fingertips
of beings dark and full of impish deeds
that step with dainty toes
o'er pillows
where you lay your head
and dangle wisps
that trail
across the nakedness
that 'scapes from safety
of your bed.
as darkness pervades in each and every step
they take
they slake
their thirsts 'pon those unbridled
flights of fantasy
that flash and take their hold upon your mind
and turn those brazen thoughts to those of
mares that
once unleashed
do ride
headlong through the wildernesses
of the night.
and charged they did
and took control of inner sights.
so changed those less than sav'ry beasts
that now patrol upon your night
and fight your feeble
'tempts to steer a way
back to where the awe comes through
among lonely sandy shores
where the lap of ocean waves
caress and drench
upon thine skin
entwined be you and your's
a cooling balm
to heatened flesh.
then switch at sudden jolt
abashed at nakedness you find
a test you forgot was due
that task you left undone
or could not do
for all the hours of work you paid.
and then in strolled
the leering clown that scarred
your younger years
and drove the knife so plainly
through your tears
awakened fears you thought
well locked
away.
you tossed and turned
a silent scream within
a sexy purr
at lost control.


you woke
to bleary eyes
that
stuck with tears and sleepy dust
alarum rang a welcome call
the visions banished
but for a while
a dream?
a mare of night ?
you looked around as call rang on.
the visits of the night were clear
a fight 'tween cats, had spilled a drink.
your dreamful writhings, your sheets in knots.
on exposed arm and leg,
a web from spiders cased a pair of fingers
another on your toes
and one from eyelash to ear.
that clock, you knew the face was strange.
that new Marc poster on the wall, of horses.
you turned your head
and looked across
the lonely 'spanse of bed
but close at hand
on pillow bare;
a daddy-long-legs lay
but torn to shreds,
and cheeky mouse was sat
cleaning whiskers
by your nose !

9 Oct 2010

[WT Sharpe]

Thanks, Geoff, and what a wonderful breath of life that poem is for this old thread.

[kennyc]

Yes thanks for the re-birth....I'm still thinking about the poem, will revisit a few times..