View Full Version : Poetry Jam Here!!!
10-16-2004, 08:22 AM
Come in, come in
The coffee’s on
And the lights are dim.
It’s poetry time
So listen in
To what other’s say
So who’ll begin?
(Don't forget to reload the page when the Jam gets busy!)
(If it gets busy~this one has not been well advertised!)
10-16-2004, 10:10 AM
crack of ice....turn on the
lights and let the words
free flow....cascading like
old angel falls...letters like
dynamos floatin' cross the
cyber space waves...no
hesitation this improvisation
it's pure blessing.............wired mark
10-16-2004, 10:26 AM
jam masters, word blasters,
rhythm jazzers, spell casters --
who's gonna play that bass line?
call out your lyrics, i'll call out mine,
it's time to jam, man - let's rock!
who all's here? just checked the clock -
10-16-2004, 10:42 AM
I'm back, I'm back
after a well earned rest.
just took some time
to make sure I'm dressed.
10-16-2004, 10:44 AM
i knuckled my toe
but each jam is a fest
come on lurkers dont be guests!
i wil be two & fro fer a bit
but sure hope when i settle in
it will be like tryin to suckle
10-16-2004, 10:46 AM
the sun's unzipped...
the darkness gone...
coffee is hot
and so's the song
sing it out... let it flow...
just so you all will know
that saturday is made for song
it may be short or it may be long
10-16-2004, 10:47 AM
despite the empty chairs,
i donned my sequenced meter
and low-cut metaphor - no sweeter
beats had i ever heard before -
heart like a kettle drum!
10-16-2004, 10:50 AM
noble terror mixed with ignoble dyna-might
slip sandals slothed by those jammed in
10-16-2004, 10:51 AM
Hello Wired-Mark! Sweet hi, Doreen!
An MTMind, and a Wyldestorms!
LR, as always, your words invoke
strange thoughts and music,
I'm so glad I awoke!!!
10-16-2004, 10:52 AM
ok ok...im into rugby for the next hour & a bit
but sure hope when i get back
my eyes get slammed banged & hit.
10-16-2004, 10:54 AM
Epiphany, you clever girl!
It's early there
in your Pacific world!
It's later here (about 4pm)
how's about a theme
to help our poetic rhythm?
10-16-2004, 10:56 AM
g'day to sud afrika!
have you heard babba maal
in your escapades of song
bringin' joy to the giver of life
with notations of love
engraved in words brought
from the heart opened
by the gust of loves embrace
i ask you...?
10-16-2004, 10:57 AM
Hello NorthWoodswolf, empty houses
like dreams, can invoke so much mystery.
No, Wired_Mark. But will be glad to
look him up.
10-16-2004, 11:03 AM
so sorry, mtmind! I confused you with mark.
so late in the day, my mind's in the dark!
mornings glow with rich jewel colours
in sunny Africa. spring hangs heavy on
amethyst jacaranda trees, petals falling
like confetti to cover streets in purple snow.
10-16-2004, 11:07 AM
just looked up baaba maal and found this.
the drum beats roll out with a background
chorus of voices, singing, crescendo,
words sound almost arabic, listening
i picture sounds leaping like gazelles
across my blue arcanum screen.
10-16-2004, 11:07 AM
you are my morning,
my sunrise breath, my stanza dance,
my poem, you, the dream i dream
10-16-2004, 11:10 AM
purple snow covers the streets
and here in the desert southwest
the dust covers the ground
particle by particle... space dust
dropping upon the ground
without a sound
but yet it pounds
away day by day
so i say - let it rain,
let it snow
in purples and greens
river banks and street scenes
going blind by colors suffused
by the terminal will of life
10-16-2004, 11:11 AM
morning has a name.
her name is doreen.
such a bright flower
to awaken love.
10-16-2004, 11:14 AM
mtmind, i like the way words flow
into sub-space particles, rain, like
snow, can cleanse everything,
jacarandas are early this year.
predictions are for a long hot summer
rainless, the news transponders
warn farmers to take no chances
but buckle in for a long hot summer.
but while spring is here, we dance
in her colours, bathe in her beauty.
the Indian Ocean is a bounteous blue
in the background from the back
veranda, i see water, water everywhere.
deserts, sierra deserts. i lived there once.
10-16-2004, 11:17 AM
Shall we call a theme of love, of nature, of
drums, of autumn and spring existing in
time zones so far apart and here we are
rejoicing in words flowing like wine,
drinking our coffee and pondering rhyme.
poetry jams are the jelly on the belly
10-16-2004, 11:20 AM
a willowy mass of vibrations
seeking the heated pulse of
its target lying in wait upon
the bed of the multiplicity
of desire unwinding in
treasure of nothingness
but gravitational pull
yanking heart and soul
into the oblivion of time
ticking madly in love
awaiting the final explOsion
10-16-2004, 11:22 AM
heat is also a good theme
[starting to fan herself]
10-16-2004, 11:28 AM
O, the explosion
of a morning, when Ra
reigns fragrant fragments
of unrivaled pigments,
your eyes, the size
of wonder, the thunder
of your heart against
10-16-2004, 11:31 AM
an Egyptian goddess rises slowly
from a bath in the river Nile. Hidden
in the rushes a man almost sneezes
but stops himself in time, nevertheless
a low gasp escapes him as he
watches Morning rise.
10-16-2004, 11:32 AM
breakfast of champions
a roll with honey.
10-16-2004, 11:34 AM
I am playing a tambourine,
do you hold as we create our music,
words, our poetry?
10-16-2004, 11:34 AM
the birth of a day
from the womb of night
breaking into dawn
with screams of joy
laughter and song
for all that is new
is once again as it
has been on this stage
we have deemed our own
given in hope with prayers
of freedom unleashed in
the child of the child of
the child of the child...
10-16-2004, 11:36 AM
as long as there is always a child
then there is also always a morning.
a gasp of delight, a smile from
a baby, these are the moments
of morning caught in a photograph
songs of joy.
10-16-2004, 11:37 AM
spat from slippery thighs
fret with delight
10-16-2004, 11:43 AM
vibrations do not depend on
the timing of hearts which skip beats -
nothing can create heat like
let us repeat heart mantras
let us repeat the pattern of beats,
rejoicing in the insistence
of a new dawn!
i put the rhythm of life on
like a robe, hold hope between
between my breasts, so blessed
the birth of Love in
10-16-2004, 11:46 AM
three blessings are given to Morning's love,
it's infancy, it's move toward noon, and the
other to whom it is directed, radiant, love
blesses itself, and moves from it's begin on
terror can subsume love, but heat escapes
and consumes the terror, love continues
to rebirth itself.
10-16-2004, 11:49 AM
the child now unleashed
from its umbilical chain
seeks freedom to partake
of life given at the moment
of conception delivered
thru the chords of love
playing the symphony of being
orchestrated by influences
gathered like flowers from
the garden of existence...
10-16-2004, 11:54 AM
i am a dancing vibration,
particles strung together
i breathe in
to release small
whimpers of pleasure caught
in the pain and truth
10-16-2004, 11:56 AM
there is a small blond head i know.
she left so long ago,
like a kite,
left behind in childhood.
she brings the wind with her,
fresh air that cleans
out the smoke of yesterday's fire.
this child is a Faith for new beginnings.
10-16-2004, 12:00 PM
Love is born from belief.
Thought-semen from a stem cell
fertilizing an open mind.
We dine in a candlelit room,
one bloom in a vase, taste
tender lips, seductive the eve'
And when we breathe
in unison, the song becomes
our treasure, each measure
accompanied by belief.
10-16-2004, 12:02 PM
new moon - new beginnings
the stars pulse their message
for all to hear ... or to ignore
choice is the ultimate weapon
of instruction for all to lose
of to gain in joy or in pain
again and again and again
we traverse this cosmos
strung out on vibrations strings
humming the reflections of our
soul's entrapment in wanderlust
... the journey of our lifetime
wrapped in the blankets of
senses weaving our potential
into masks defending our egos
from the reality of truth
pulsating beyond the mind....
10-16-2004, 12:06 PM
the begin...the begun
back from a ...take the
doggie for a run...fall has
landed and the green is
red and gold....after a night
of insanity and cliched cures
I feel blessed....ya know the
sun will rise....and the same
skies will cover us that next
day...no matter what part we
choose to undertake in this
10-16-2004, 12:13 PM
welcome back, wired mark, you have been missed.
mist is starting to hover over the jacaranda trees.
i watch the sun set, to the west, where the hills
are rising, small mounds, like the piedmont of virginia
rising to dragons teeth, the Drakensberg.
a life can hold so much mystery, each moment
caught, like a deer in the headlamp, i ponder
how and when i came here, not to begin anew,
but to continue, to breathe in and then breathe
small black children run naked through rondavel
huts. at the beach, there are people who have
never seen the ocean, seen so much water,
they gasp and stare and laugh when the waves
knock them over, then choke at the taste of salt
in so much water.
next to me, a woman in a long chador sit quietly
while her family frolics in the waves. she is stoic,
living her life as she deems it. i feel naked next
to her, but so glad i can frolic in the waves
with other humans, not left standing on the shore
10-16-2004, 12:13 PM
empty mind running
circles around squares -
stars point pin-cushioned direction,
love cures, never cliche
10-16-2004, 12:23 PM
a burnt sienna painted
word canvas, wired eyes,
storm cries wild, wolf howls,
prowls of epiphanies, lightning
streaks, piques of curiousity!
hello goodbye hello
10-16-2004, 12:23 PM
OOOOOOOO to the frolic in the
waves today...was the plan for me too!
alas a night filled with friends and solutions
for problems that are ungraspable led to an
even longer night of needed sleep and a morning
of promise that the words would be able to soothe my
10-16-2004, 12:28 PM
[pms have been sent.]
wired-mark, i know baltimore,
not far from the ocean.
in days gone by,
i would escape with my Faith
for our day alone, a drive through maryland, almost
to ocean city, then a right turn to assateague.
she'd build her sand castles, while i'd collect tan,
leaving menfolk behind to do what menfolk do.
wylde is a surfer. indian ocean blows warm waves
of 70 degrees, even in our 'winter.'
10-16-2004, 12:37 PM
I ran with assateague ponies
neck and neck - their manes
played on airwaves, my hair
made wisp-patterns like a sail -
i was a bare-back maiden,
the shoreline, my mist-vision,
each hoof-beat echoed
an hourglass sand
10-16-2004, 12:39 PM
the drive so sweet at the
break of dawn....truck filled
boogie boards...flippers...web gloves
and jewlery to sell....the music....
world and the talk enlightening
perhaps a puff to make the mind
open just a bit more....the delmarva
landscape flat yet the tall pines make
it supremely mystical....then the smell
"salty air" and ya know yer almost there.......
10-16-2004, 12:44 PM
tick....tick....tick....and the sands
do creep through our fingers....in this
e.a.poe visionary dream within a dream
as thunderbolts crack...................
10-16-2004, 12:49 PM
i am a child, wedged in the backseat with the other children
[a large catholic family dontchaknow]
and we are a hot, sticky, miserable mess, this loooonnnggg
drive, we have no idea where we are going.
Mama holds a baby in her lap, still seems frazzled from
packing and the Dad-person says that if anyone knees
the back of his seat onemoretime, they can be expected
togetoutandwalkhome. and suddenly, there is a waft of
air, salt, moist humidity, but unmistakably, salt,
and we forget our hot, sloppy selves,
we are craning necks to see around each other,
we are almost there.
to the sea.
10-16-2004, 12:53 PM
scents of salt
taste of sea
roam the beach!
by dive, so alive
love is a sandcastle,
vast towers crumble
by surf and storm.
where you build it.
repair its ruins.
we are dune-travelers,
you cannot blame
the sea or rain for
a castle's demise.
build it again!
10-16-2004, 12:57 PM
the smell of thrasher's fries, the screams from the ferris wheel.
a boardwalk, sand, the sculptures lit up by light, and this is
ocean, frenetic, but the waves calm the pulse, the sound of the
radio in the background, and overhead a plane flies, "eat at joe's"
it says in my dreams.
the ocean here is much quieter, the beach soft white sand,
far less people, we sink into the earth and watch the surfers
and body boarders suss the waves.
10-16-2004, 01:02 PM
9th street and boardwalk, ocean city
without thrashers fries with vinegar,
the trip woulda been ******!
(hint.... rhymes with city :D)
10-16-2004, 01:04 PM
now come silence beating its thumb
curl napes of slinking necks inked
under throws of sandless grains
broken in chains
flung into screens
undaunted by seems
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