Poetry Blurting

[annaswirls]

blurting poetry.

I think squirting poetry might be a good thread.


I am drinking and writing. Listening to Townes VanZandt. Trying to get into his mind and write my electroconvulsive therapy poem. I should turn him off, how can I write anything that would sound anything but pathetic under his verse. Like trying to write to Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan.

staring at the heights
suppose might will
take me least as high
as the distant foothills
which is hell of a lot higher
than I stand right now
dipping cookie hearts in chocolate
for my man, for my man
turn me where I stand
turn me high turn me low
crickets clasp and go
here, here, here's to the one
we call trigger man
stay, baby stay.

 

[annaswirls]

The moon's come and gone but a few stars hang on to the sky
The wind's runnin' free but it ain't up to me to ask why
But the poets are demanding their pay
And they've left me with nothin' to say
'cept hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today
Just hold me and tell me that you'll be here to love me today
Just hold me and tell me that you'll be here to love me today

Townes VanZandt

sigh

 

[annaswirls]

just brainstorming, nothing set

mother mother sweeping dust of gold
baby boy is climbing higher, climbing higher
climbed to the top of the roof
just to see if he could fly
fly away from sadness inside
not suicide, just away, away
out of the inside, away

strap him down strap him down
need in vein insulin next to death
current shock, this is too clinical
erase restart redesign shake
the waves of amber grains

do we curse or thank you for leaving these words
without breath, these tunes without strum
the low glow longing of the lonesome cowboy
and road weary traveller
just this, knowing the thirst, the hunger,
the pain without a name, without you
to explain without you to explain
lead us out
shock us down gentle strum us soft sleeping
easy groove eye sideways glances
easy, too easy, something gone, something wrong something taken
from the boy who guessed there above it all
somehow it would be better to fall
then not know

and I ramble on and ramble on
it cant e one way or the other
death or not death today
which way you going, gentleman
down to Galveston
down to the hospital bed
which is gonna be
alive or dead
so they say strap you down
strip him down start him over, new
what did they take from you
what did they take from you
needle in poison in and take it,
shock erase shock it jump start you back
next to death and back again
nothing left nothing gone, nothing gone
so so long, so long

 

[UnderYourSpell]

blurting poetry.

I think squirting poetry might be a good thread.


I am drinking and writing. Listening to Townes VanZandt. Trying to get into his mind and write my electroconvulsive therapy poem. I should turn him off, how can I write anything that would sound anything but pathetic under his verse. Like trying to write to Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan.

staring at the heights
suppose might will
take me least as high
as the distant foothills
which is hell of a lot higher
than I stand right now
dipping cookie hearts in chocolate
for my man, for my man
turn me where I stand
turn me high turn me low
crickets clasp and go
here, here, here's to the one
we call trigger man
stay, baby stay.

Are you a squirter then? *wanders off chortling*

 

[WickedEve]

He has a cute ass. No boobs ahem but a lovely hairy chest. Sigh.

Mmm, hair:

I took a entire series of Hugo shaving. I was all over the bathroom with my camera. He ignored me and continued to shave. There was chest hair, face hair. I was excited. I could swim in his hair. Maybe shear him and make myself a little Hugo blanket to wrap around my shoulders. sigh... hair.

 

[bflagsst]

annaswirls quote: "I am drinking and writing. Listening to Townes VanZandt. Trying to get into his mind and write my electroconvulsive therapy poem. I should turn him off, how can I write anything that would sound anything but pathetic under his verse. Like trying to write to Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan."

My ex-gf and me used to visit her little brother at the hospital before and after his ECT. Dude was plenty depressed before but would joke and talk, smile. Right after he was zombie and you couldn't get him to say more than a couple words for days. And even after that for weeks he wasn't as 'aware' and didn't have that fun 19 year old irony of everything in his words.

It was like after a month or two they'd have to send him back, and it seemed to coincide with a return of his brilliant analysis of everything. He didn't think it helped, but his parents and sisters thought it did, so it did work, didn't it? He was a good kid, adjusted his brain chemistry to fit the expectations of his family, don't know what happened to him.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I know someone in Ron's family who had that, as far as I know of that person now (I didn't know her then) it worked but it's too close for comfort so I ducked out of the subject altogether

 

[CharleyH]

I could have sworn one of the two Poetry forums had a thread for this; but, if so, it's used so infrequently that I couldn't find it on a recent search.

Anyways, this is a place for random blurts of whatever--although, it would be nice if it was connected to poetry in some fashion, since there are Blurt threads on several of the other boards already.

And to start us off.....
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Man....recent sweeps stole the only votes I had on Limerick.

At least it left the comments, though, which is good. (Votes are cool, but comments are almost always better.)

Limericks! I LOVE'em (big Lear fan). Let me start a line:

Remec is worried he's not too dynamic ....

 

[UnderYourSpell]

and his lines are just not iambic