a thread for your unfinished, offhand or neglected scraps of poems.

we've got tons of good poets & writers on this board.
they (well, everybody) oughta set down an occasional line
here that's been floating around in their heads with nowhere
in particular to go.

no epic poems, just a line or two or three.
(btw, in any language!)

in the spirit of fair use, it should be clear to you that anyone is welcome to use your lines for whatever, though it'd be nice to give credit where it's due if it ends up in a song or something. could turn into an occasional source of inspiration when you're in a lyrical jam. in any case, an ongoing, collective, often-nonsequiter, mammoth-only-allowable poem thread poem.

i'm thinking it'd be good to avoid comments or keep them to a minimum,
what for the good of da flow & all, but, hey, i'm not your dad.

guess i gotta go first:




subway wind,
i don't wanna have parts
or be a part.

Remember, remember, the 6th of December,
When I was born,
With Mother forlorn,
For brother was dead,
Still and red

I hate free verse
And curse it to the purgatory
Of the lazy and the random
Line
break

Find a rhythm or a meter or
at least a coherent
and consistent trope
you pretentious wannabe
diarist*




*Walt Whitman, all is forgiven because you are so sexy

I was really hoping this thread was gonna be about Solesides greatest bumps.

sorry for the interruption, but:

i didn't mean it had to be free verse.
i also meant free like creative commons free.


write what you want.
or don't.

Organic lady

please don't say maybe

Certify my fennel

if you don't then the men'll


Take away my farmer's market pitch








and middle classes will not make me rich

I wrote this in about '86. Not free verse though.

A fiddler man of some reknown
Had played his songs each night
For forty years and more he'd played
And tried to make it right
The children used to gather round
And dance with youthful glee
But now he plays alone because
The kids have MTV

This thread
could use
a different
title

You have me reading Kafka's words
You had red lipstick
But not so much afterwards

I'm admitting this at your behest
I'm such a fag
Je suis triste

Ty Webb wrote:I hate free verse
And curse it to the purgatory
Of the lazy and the random
Line
break

Find a rhythm or a meter or
at least a coherent
and consistent trope
you pretentious wannabe
diarist*




*Walt Whitman, all is forgiven because you are so sexy

Rhyming
-is
damned
cliche-
best
leave it
to
the past
and
the
elderly

no sense
in writing
like
you're on stage
in drag
going-
through
the
motions
of a
million past poets

use your own
words,
and
throw caution
to the wind,
stop rhyming-
it's contrived bullshit.

[this poem sucks, but you get my drift.]