on- the-spot poetry. Options

[bexwithab]

the title says it all! come here and write. don't revise or edit it once you're done. sometimes its good to just write without worrying about how good or bad it will turn out. commenting on the poems before you is encouraged.


hmmm.









I'm no man.

I'm no dingy sir in a hardhat,

Or another in a suit.

I am female.

From head to toe-

Minus my forearms.



As I move my fingers

Across the keyboard,

My muscles pop

In and out

Of my arms and

Leave me disgusted.

I cannot stand my forearms.



I hesitate to raise my hand

And cross my arms,

For the simple truth is that

I cannot stand my forearms.



Disgustingly toned

And viciously scarred,

Clearly these are not mine.

Has someone stolen my forearms?

[lalalaLANUH]

Treason at its best
Master, meet my test
I do no wrong, I tell no lies
All I do is smile and smile
To turn back, to sell out, to run away
It's not my style sir, I follow the wave
I see crashing, I see stop
With words I yell, I make all drop
It does no good now to hold on for naught
I know, my master, for this you taught.

[bexwithab]

Pet peeves, chickadees,
lemon trees and chewy sprees.

Little dogs, muddy bogs,
hopping frogs, and hevy fogs.

Cell phones, returning home,
soapy foam, and things of chrome.

[Jackaroe]

the day is already dying
how brief, how short it is
can't you stay out for a few hours more?
or must the day end?
End now, and no more.

I do not want to face tomorrow.
no joy, no peace, no more.
day do not abandon me.
the stars already break through.
and the lunar face awakens.

To end day now.
No more.