Category: warmups
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poems by the lakeside
The Glimpse I walked a dry lake bed on a misty day Grey clouds shifted slowly in the sky giving no hit of warmth of sun A thick mist had risen and drifted, cover and uncovering at its whim Skeleton trees reached with their boney fingers trying to grasp the veil Perhaps to wear. It…
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Tied up.
I tie myself to you, I bind with self with words of affection, With subtle touches I draw you in. At first it was threads, small looks, witty jests. Your soul and mine travel the same path. “Here is one I could love,” said my mind. Shoe laces and yarn tied us, closer we grew. …
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Immeasurable.
Who is it that shapes me? Makes me new. Changes the old dead man within, to one of life and youth. What do men see of me? What truth is known of my soul. I am a shadow of what I was meant to be. Greater Men than I have fallen, and greater men fall…
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Bad poetry on an empty stomach and brain.
Labor oh man, shovel coal into thy furnace. Feed the fires, fan the flame. Labor oh man, break boulders into dust. Chisel away, shape thy life. Labor oh man, but do not labor in vain. What costs righteousness? What price for goodness? Your life, and soul, for all eternity. Labor oh man, forget Him not. …
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Sponge Brain.
My mind is like a sponge Under pressure all my thoughts are squeezed out. They run down the drain into my stomach where they reek havoc with my digestion. In gastric intestinal distress I stand, thoughtless, aloof. Thank God for the proverb Even a fool will be thought wise if he keeps his mouth shut.
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Melodrama
The delicate line between melodrama and cynicism is spider silk thin. I seek to walk that line. Yet how can a poet hope to balance on such a tightrope? Can the cynic ever find anything good or true? Melodrama. Sinking into a mire of feelings, disregarding probability. Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has…
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Can I make good dialog?
He walked up to his friend. “ Hey, how’s it going?” “ Good.” was the noncommittal reply. There was an awkward silence where they both considered where to go from here. He decided it would be best to end thing as quickly as possible. “ Well cool, see you around.” “ Yeah see you.” He…
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Why I’m right and you’re wrong.
My dear friend. I am right and you are wrong. Read it in the stars, see it written the clouds inscribed on the souls of all those righteous people. How could I be wrong? The world revolves around me. All who disagree shall be cast out of my gracious presence into the outer darkness, where…
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Cooking Prose.
Oh how I enjoy that food of prose. If only I could cook. I suppose everyone starts out as a novice, still, its sometimes discouraging. I always enjoyed beans and rice growing up and I fear my bland pallet has transferred to my writing. Still it’s hard to beat those beans and rice, left overs…
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Jealously
Oh you happy couple, your flirtations are not unnoticed, though the public averts their eyes, Your whispers and silent titters, soft touches and gentle kisses They shout to us, scream, call, command. You have a monopoly on happiness, a conner market on joy, You sing to yourself, yet aloud for the world to hear,…
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