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Does anyone here write poems?

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I like to write poems at times. I mostly do free verse, sometimes rhyming, and haiku.

I wrote this one the other day, for one of the First Nations groups that are part of my Facebook experience.

Small things at night

Beauty from the elders

Run and play, children. Your world is just beginning.

Remember these mysteries as you play and grow strong, children.

They are your heart.

I have always liked to write poetry, by my own terms. I find it cathartic. Also writing poetry helps one to become more versatile with language.

And when you get into writing it, you start seeing it more. There is poetry everywhere. I have been punished for my poetry. I am sad about that. I know what I mean with my poems, I know what I try to do. But I can’t necessarily explain it. My poems are what they are, as are yours. I’d be delighted to read any of yours.


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  3. plf515

    e.g.

    We once had a POTUS named Bush,

    Whose head is so far up his tush,

    That whenever he sneezes

    He colonoscopeezes

    And for the rest of the day he craps mush.

    Bush’s VP was named Cheney.

    He was smart, people said, oh so brainy!

    But where you have a heart

    He was missing a part.

    To me that’s the worst kind of insane-y.

  4. Via Chicago

    Sometimes I write them for fun or just to see what comes out, but whenever I’ve shared them with anyone they assure me they’re crap. I never know what they’re going to say before they come out, which probably contributes to their crappiness.

  5. fogiv

    Thirst

    the point has been lost

    in the struggle, dear,

    some of us give – give

    of ourselves without

    replenishing the stuff

    that makes us.

    renewal, rebirth, rejuvenation

    anything preceded by re-

    becomes a struggle, a storm

    in which the point, our focus

    becomes a fugue of fogs

    and yet, dear, we continue,

    some of us, ever onward –

    that void, that suction;

    paying for nothing with everything

    pouring water into sand.

    Originally posted here:  http://www.motleymoose.com/sho…

  7. Chris Blask

    from time to time, if not perhaps good ones.

    It’s best when you can butcher the language to fit, imho.

    I’ve known a few Moose

    Who when asked to produce

    Some lines of rhythmical text,

    Would take it in course

    To lampoon the source

    Of such an achievable quext.

    It passes my mind

    That in order to find

    A causational trigger sufficients

    To stampede the Meeses

    Resulting in pieces

    Of contextual arts they’ve proficients,

    Presented a hurdle

    Less’r bloods which would curdle

    But True Mooses would span with omniscience.

    So lay down, you Moose

    Your pens do let loose

    And fire some iambic pentameter,

    You’ve just let a geek,

    Coke-glass’ed, outspeak

    A roomful of scholars who’re apter.

  8. bubbanomics

    there once was a moose known as Bubba

    not a poet was he, rather stubborn.

    he moaned and he groaned

    while his rhyming he honed

    but his verse always came out as blubber.

  9. Miep

    Thanks Moose. You passed the test. I spent much of today sorting pecans and talking about kittens on Facebook. I really do plan to take photos and write about cats and everything. brb

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