[Jeff]

movement

[froggee501]

MOVEMENT
by Emma Catherine Tucker

Standing still on the long winding road,
Too weary to move on, too scared to stay there.
I look at my foot, and carefully shuffle it forth,
Too fast for my comfort, too slow for the race.

Burdened with the weights of the years gone by
Too many gone by, too many yet to come.
Moving forward with isolated steps
Too many steps to go, no time to turn back

Wearily moving, only step by step,
Too tired to move, too uncertain to stay.
Until the end of the road I reach,
So much moving past me, but now I can rest.





Sorry that was... odd, but that was my first freestyle poem in QUITE a while. I was trying to be symbolic, of life being the path, and moving through life even though one is almost dead from the world passing them by.



new word - speak

[Jeff]

Speak to me
with white words
touches from your
blank fingers
speak to me
with gray green orbs
that tell me how you
long to touch
with divine words
beyond my vocabulary
speak to me
with pink brushing
blurs of wet lips
coursing with true words
Speak to me softly,
truely,
divinely:
and tell me how you feel

[Jeff]

word: Copper

[Jared]

Alloy
A mixture of 2 metals
Copper: you’re a mutt
Like the camouflaged priests
Who unwittingly wear their souls on their faces
Saints whose dirty words come out clean
Copper: a unique blend
But nonetheless worthless and brittle
Alloy
A fusion of two contrary worlds

New word:
Superciliousness

you place yourself over me
superciliousness
that covers your face
get off of me
or I will tear you down
Lower? I think not
prove it,
show me what you got.

word: twist

[Angel Silver]

Twisting as the mists unfold
Ponder what the future holds
Cry at night and clench my sheets
Whenever will tomorrow meet
Today

Writher around
Too hot in hear
Flies are buzzing ‘round my ear
Twist around and try to sleep
Pray dear Lord my soul to keep

Sixteen and afraid of the dark
Cuddle Gramsbear close to my heart
Found a verse to conquer the fear
Still holding old friend very near

Twist around the circumstance
Trying to learn the steps to the dance
Step one step two and off to sleep
Twisting through this Florida heat


New word: French

[Alumit]

French

Je voudrais regarder la tour Eiffel
Under the gaze of foreign stars
Je ne regarde pas Notre Dame
Dommage! Je suis américaine

Je m’appelle Alumit
Ca va tres mal!
Dommage! Dommage!
Je suis américaine

Someday I shall stare
Minui, matin, après-midi
Upon unfamiliar landmarks
Among unknown faces

Je voudrais regarder la tour Eiffel
Under the gaze of forgeign stars
Je ne regarde pas Notre Dame
Dommage! Je suis américaine

*Note, “Dommage!” is not a swear word. It means “Darn!” At least that’s what our book said J

New word: porcelain

[Jared]

Ceramic delusions
Chinaware trances
Terracotta nightmares
And porcelain reality
What a fragile romanticism
and brittle pragmatism we suffer
It's a seance of sorts
Calling up old porcelain demons
Friends and foes
Genuine and counterfeit
Summoning dragons and angels
By the midnight oil
Though the dying moonlight is all you need
Because the sun rose and fell
like a nosebleed
And dripped repose upon your agitation
So sleep well tonight
Be certain that the grapes of wrath are sour
And your sweetness is intact
For you are only a breath away
from kissing God
And you can't help but breathe
So let it out
And break the porcelain
And chisel your life in stone

[Jared]

New word: seance

JEFFBO- PLEASE DO A SEANCE POEM TOO- I HAVE A FEELING THAT WOULD BE QUITE interesting!

[Jeff]

I am really at a loss of what to write about :S

[Scott]

Vaguely watching seagulls
Fly aimlessly.
Vaguely watching nothing,
Wrapped in everything.

Waiting for my muse
To inspire me again
Waiting for conversation

Tension, in my shoulders.
You tie me in knots.
It's so dead between us.
Talking is like a seance.

Word : Mecca

[Jared]

Very nice Scott! Very creative! Never thought of seance being used as a metaphor for communication breakdown. Good egg, ol' chap!

Anyway, here's my whack at "mecca."

I dare you to mesmerize me
By not merging with the trend
Don't flock to the stigmatics
Hemorrhaging propaganda
For
MTV is your mecca
And Madonna is your credo
Remember:
Pilgrimages to Times Square
Will only leave you dying for Springer Break
And journeys to Cancun'
Will leave you grasping for your Daley dose of Carson

NEW WORD: Mantra

[Angel Silver]

Mantra: a chant one repeats to oneself while in meditation

“I am my beloved’s
and my beloved is mine
I await my beloved for infinite time”
Chant, wait, meditate
Doorbell rings
“Oh, flowers! For me?”
Settle in a vase
Try again to meditate
“I am my beloved’s
and my beloved is mine
I await my beloved for infinite time”
Phone off the hook
Check the caller I.D.
“Who is it this time,
why do they call me?”
Small talk for a while
Fill up their ear
Once again try to think
Concentrate on one, dear
“I am my beloved’s
and my beloved is mine
I’m so sick of waiting
I’m almost out of time!
So sick of the dating
So sick of the calls
Still regretting that date
That started it all
Most of them toads
Some almost a prince
But none yet the One
Who will end all of this!
I am my beloved’s
He, too, will be mine
Until then, I’m done dating!
It’s a waste of my time!

New word: llama
(take a stab at THAT one!)

God bless,
Angel Silver
Romans 10:9

[Jared]

But I'm up for it...
HERE's my stab at LLAMA.

More than a mammal
All you see is a hairy organism
An imitation of a camel
But stare closely, see a schism
Between myself and every beast
That claims camelidae as it's family
I'm the anomaly,
Just like nothing rhymes with "family"
So don't confuse me with alpacas
Those dreadlocked llama hopefuls
Who bellow like Roberta Flack(a),
ANd make me cringe, like eating soap(fuls)
If I were a camel, I'd have cigarrettes bear my name
But I'm merely a Dali Llama
A peaceful species of wild game


That's the first rhyming poem I've ever written. I got goofy with my poetry for a change. Quite profound if you think about it though! Or... maybe not...
(*Jared hangs his Camelidae head and admits that he is wrong)