Impromptu Poetry Thread- 3 minute timer

[DantheRM]

The timer has begun,
don't lie,
I can see that falsehood,

it glistens through the eye.

Fine by me,
your left with your self.

Selling your credibility,
down death valley,
for a crummy, slimy, unremembered

Vaudeville style poem.

May it live in infamy,

because I have time for more,
just beginning,
twenty seconds to spare,

I give you my hard earned time
for a l.......

[DantheRM]

Cranium rupture....
this stress of life, absorbed through

through,
the unknown...

a different force everyday,
one God to meet needs each blessed arising,

but how to want to seek to pray to receive,
peace, insight, and joy never ceasing,

another story.

Seek inspiration through blessed Scripture,
........

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Daniel Arnold
Peace, Poetry, Prose From Up Above Admin.
http://clik.to/MSUCWG
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[DantheRM]

With poetic license,
one can "shamelessly promote,"
whatever our tender little heart pangs desire.

The trivialities of mankind,
deep thinkers resolve,
a word from the Spirit.

And at Peace, Poetry, Prose From Up Above,
our aim just that,
is to promote God and His Almighty power to all the Earth--

worshipping Him all along,
concealed ever so beautifully in a song from our Master and friend.

[Arminian]

Impromptu Poetry Thread- 3 minute timer

Roses are red, violets are blue....

(Dang, I'm out of time because I spent almost 3 minutes trying to find the right spelling of "violets.") :argh:

[Sher]

Arminian:

(Dang, I'm out of time because I spent almost 3 minutes trying to find the right spelling of "violets.") :argh:

:lmbo:

[DantheRM]

Impromptu,
I wake up in the morning wit dat itchy scratch,

down my throat,
in my esophagus,
playing tag with my larynx.

I sing you a song without words,
and then I want to stop because like poetry impromptu,

sometimes words begin to crack,
hindered by the seed of doubt in oneself,

and you are left with the most awful phelgmish goop.

(ends with 15 seconds to spare)

[bar Jonah]

[For the self-referential fans, a self-referential poem! :lol:]


Is It Allowed?

In making a poem and writing it down,
and choosing all the perfect words,
must all the rhymes that I write down,
consist of only different words?
I just began a poem today,
in fact, a poem much like this.
And so I’m asking you today,
friend, can I get away with this?
I want a poem whose rhyming pairs
are perfect twins, from start to end.
But I’m not sure this poem’s pairs
will be accepted in the end.
I’ll take a chance; I’ll go for it.
I’ll write the poem anyway!
Perhaps the readers won’t like it.
I really don’t care anyway.
Some say that it’s against a rule,
and if that’s true, this poem’s designs
can evermore meet ridicule,
except, of course, the last four lines!

[DantheRM]

Figuratively,
or wordy nonesense thrown,

a game of poetry,
is but a challenge,
most shy away for refuse,

to be a fool.

But what hast to lose him that disregard himself,
plunges ahead, words spraying out,

covering the crowds, masses,
or few addicts in his secret tiny world,

opened up for others possibly years later,
picked over and dissected,

And the words that come to mind are immortalized because of a name,
............................

[DantheRM]

Oh, the power of the Almighty Risen Lord.
He is risen from the dead and He is Lord.

As the song does proclaim,
Forever we sing His name,

For He is risen.
We are saved by His grace,
exploding with His love,

to cup overflowing,
spouting off in the freedom of the Spirit of the Lord,

to win souls for Him by the power of His name.

Let the Almighty God reign in oneself,
take prime control,

before we can ever accomplish anything,
because we can't it's HIM,

== cleverly known as .............

[DantheRM]

My soul yearning, wandering,
to be back in Your presence once again,

where I seek refuge from my adversaries,
and find that my spoken word is Your word,

For this day, walking far away,
I'm left despondent,
trailing a shadow of darkness,
in conflict with yesterday's beaming light.

I need your magnificence pouring in my goblet,
the breastplate of righteous firmly planted p[lanted upon,

for without I suffer,
and am truly miserable,

As Lord you are my all.

[DantheRM]

Rushin' down the track to find,
meaningless, meaningless, meaningless

an extra bit of sleep, for a restful guy,
who needs a bit more,
rest in the Lord,

To lounge in His presence,
sit upon His lap,
and just share with Him,

desires, setbacks, smiles, and wishes

everything in between--
because it matters to Hiim.

[Ben Reid]

Tick, tick, tick;
Pulse raging with fire;
Sweating
Red wire or the blue wire?
Two minutes to go;
Panic;
Devouring every thought but the now;
Confusion.
One minute to go;
The cutters poised to strike;
Snip;
The world holds its breath;
BOOM!!!!
I knew it was the blue wire.

[DantheRM]

I missed the train, sleep synapses in my brain,
they do call as pseudo sleepiness surfaces it's ugly face,
but save the day,
Red Bull appear,

I sprout with wings,
face my day,
A L E R T :bomb:
no longer inert,
ready to fly on to church to teach.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
not my best, that was a desperate one. Keeping this post fresh can be a chore. impromptu poem donations gladly accepted.

[BeHereNow]

If I had one
eighty chances
written in the void-
or three for you-

concoct I would
resounding verse

reshearsed, no thanks!

plateaus rise
above the mess,

and time ends.

[Jaltus]

Can I really say all I really mean?
Can my soul speak forth what my mind could never glean?

My heart cries out for meaning in a world void of life,
One eye gone for blindness as if stricken by a knife.

My spirit wells up within me,
Crying for respite.
My mind clamps down with vigour,
Refusing all light.

Emotions are often tricky things
Which breathe inside a chest.
To express them is painful
Even at their best.

A goal, a finish, a shining moment
Is often hard to find.
An ending without dignity
Is what emotion gets from mind.

[DantheRM]

unable to murmur,
these words they perspire onto this page,

yippetty do,
and below simple expectation,
'
nothingness is the theme for you,


to read,
don't weep,

the song has just begun,
though the vocal air supply running out,

another life,
this of lyrics,

Bursting from the page as it realizes what it is to really live,
as the tick, tock, death clock ensues.

[BeHereNow]

Perplexing pulsations ignite a fury
of unscathed passionate bars!
Of hands and arms and mason jars
topped, filled, to the brim.

With every pas'd of livid past
nigh draw we - sierra dusk -
and fleeting with usurpations
coddled, cooed, dispensed.

[BeHereNow]

leafy green scintillas
of fashioned memories,
leave hints of glory, matches, outwits,
and Smoke, to stroke the air.

[BeHereNow]

Betrothed I am,
to Another's dream,
of staunch rapidity.

In onward trope I crawl.

Vuluptuous verse
escapes my lips-
partially reserved.

[BeHereNow]

I have a muse!
Sweet ticking temptress!

She suffers me no shame.

Indeed I must
release - I to she,

To graze in greener gange.

Doth she prefer
I quote the madness?

Or translate for the mass?

Neither presume,
I do know my use!

Harken! All she asks.

[Peek-a-boo-baby]

Smothering darkness
dragging me down
struggling, screaming
I cry for the light

Falling forever
or so it seems
frightened, forgetting
I reach for you

Holding tightly
you won't let me go
hiding, healing
In your embrace

I am saved

[LeiLani]

I remember the night that you saved me
You held me and called me your own
You promised never to leave me,
But now I feel so alone

Are you there in the darkness?
Can you see me in the night?
God please save me
Deliver me with your light

It's so dark inside me
I can't see you here
Please come and hold me
Please come and hold me near

God I'm drowning in this darkness
I can't find my way out
I need you to save me
I need you to save me...

[DantheRM]

Here, I return...
old ancient 3 minute turntable spin.
Where this collection of words shall go
I don't know.

Out of practice am I,
fish out of water,
longing for free-dom,
but lazily hiding in boredom.

Where is my escape can you tell me?
I look at the computer clock,
it reads 9:11.

So what's my lot,
panic stricken I run,
with nowhere to hide,
waiting to sleep,

awaking to worry.
Turn to the Lord,
His Word I must,

before a mind does rust,
depression encased,

It's much easier to write,
keep words flowing,
to the computer,
Hi there KIND SIR...
~~~~~~~~~~~

than say to an open mike.

[Meh_Gerbil]

Absurd is the notion
that set in to motion
rushing word search
left in the absurd lurch

They do not know
as I do now show
that 3 minutes is too short
to write anything of import

So I give up before I start
I'll show them who is smart
proving myself the wiser
of my thoughts, a surly miser.

[Jimmy Higgins]

Porcupine Tree Rocks!
Hey... where are my socks?
Making with the yoga,
bend oddly, I supposa.
Downward facing dog,
upward facing frog,
standing in a tree,
for child's pose, I plea!
Laying like a log,
in mystical fog,
half lotus for me,
class over, yippee!

[learning]

oohh, this looks like fun
when it is done
will I have said
something that's read

where is the sun
of to shine on my mind
where is the Son
to help make me mind

the way of the world
is not my way, is it?
then why do I try
to always fit in it?

poor rhyme I know
but there she goes
tis better than nothing
at least it is something

[DantheRM]

Freestyling...
In this portal
of Computer 2 dimensional,

visual,

deprivation unit.

How is that possible,
may I ask you Sir Wordsworth,

I need my leaves of Grass like Whitman,
and here I am locked up in my room.

(No offense Emily.)

We have digressed,
following the 19th Century advancement,
lyrically and here we type,

'til the clock runs out with not really much to say.

Twenty seconds left,
where do I wrap it,
with nothing left to but stare at the screen.........

[DantheRM]

Unprepared I come,
writing words that enter the mind,
for what purpose,
you may answer.

An escape,
A reflection,
evolved into a surrender.

Words are an escape that we let go...

to the world,
Lord,
ourselves.

We sit back and acknowledge,
this place where we stand and have standed,
whether we'll take it any longer.

Why do write?
What is your fight?
You enter the ring,
but have you lost before you begin.

It's a thought,
without much thought.

Without a plan of attack,
a resolve,
the battle's not ours for the taking.

Lord,
~~~~~ 3 minutes ~~~~~
enter into every part of us,
including our writing.

[DantheRM]

Let the time glide by,
with its heavenly construct in place,
Speak unto me oh Lord and reveal thy bidding.

For I am blind to the ways of right,
in this carnal state,
a body cannot see,
the sublime glorious reality,

The heavenly construct with Kingdom implications,
my mind cannot fathom,
but with a whisper thy Spirit reveals.
Blessed be thy name.

[DantheRM]

Tore am I,
Unworthy, broken to bits,
scattered all about,

Bring the semblance,
order neccessistant.

I am fading you are gaining,
take me over and lead me to the rock that is higher than i.

I am blind,
You are the sight giver,
in pain I crawl,

Falling asunder I need,
holy restoration.

I'm broken, ugly, falling do bits,
scattered all about.

Bring the semblance,
order neccessistant.

[DantheRM]

It's late,
I'm tired,
The only 3 minute timer practice,
under the belt,

consists of the time-out penalty,
issued to wee little ones.

Stressful day of work with kids,
And here I am wanting to call it quits,
losing my wits when the game has just begun,

cause I got the too tired to study blue,
tomorrow the paper, you know it's due,

and I can sing and dance,
but that doesn't change the tune,

tomorrow I face my fate,
and more,
a little more tired,

will I fail with 30 seconds to spare,
or will I stumble in exhaustion with a sigh of relief.

[DantheRM]

All to familiar with handing the three minute time-out,
I myself have difficulty starting myself on a sit for 3 minutes,
just to pray to You oh Father in Heaven.

How often I'd rather captivate my mind with a godly woman or two,
their minds set on you,
and wonder where I fall into the equation.

Not realizing that they seek His face,
His answer,
His time.

And I'm left in my own twisted sublime.
Screaming to the dance of stagnant misery,
want excitement in delights I put above my Maker.

But You wait Lord,
Yes You do,
And You still give me Your heart.

[apostate]

O muse, help me to declare the deeds of Ciganus!
Many were the people he met,
Many were the things he experienced,
Many were the sights he saw,
As he journeyed towards his destination,
To learn the fate of the sacred relics,
Muse, help me to remember the story.
Begin the story when

[apostate]

Muse begin at the dream of Ciganus.
One evening, drowsiness came over Ciganus.
It was sent by the Gods, as their will was moving towards fulfillment.
He dreamed he was in a garden,
A garden of pure white!
But off in the distance,
He saw a great flame,

[apostate]

I'm not much of a poet, but I tried. It may seem that I cheated, but both were done in 3 minutes. IThe second post was another attempt, and I picked up where I left off.

[DantheRM]

My lover is to me a necklace draped around my neck,
the only thing remaining for always,
waking or sleeping you remain.

And I can grab the wood shape,
holding it to my heart,
to feel the warmth,

Of what I stand on without a spoken word,
My emptiness you fill,
Only when your cross remains,

the only thing around my neck.

the only thing holding me together.

[DantheRM]

I wrote, scrawled, type, and asked myself,
what on this parchment matters.

Without mobilization, what am I uttering,
without my heart in it, am I truly beating,

running a race or just putting on my track uniform,

Jesus, let my words be few,
but true.

I need YOU.

[apostate]

I appreciate the pearls. I was attempting to imitate the traditional opening to a Greek epic poem. I thought I'd give it a try though I'm not a poet. I didn't attempt to imitate the meter, as it's not something I can do.

[DantheRM]

Tick tock run your clock,
never pulsing shall you slow down.
Turn, learn, burn.

Help me, harm me.
Spare me.

I know not where I can continue except this side of nowhere.

(Ok, I'm in a bit of an existential mood.)

1 min 30 seconds.

[NotQiteEinstein]

Loser Sings the Blues

The Botox didn't help enough.
George Bush was made of stronger stuff.
I never really took the lead.
George Bush is who the people need.
Windsurfing didn't help a bit.
George Bush has always been a hit.
I flipped and flopped to no avail.
George Bush should throw my butt in jail.
I leave you now to fade away.
George Bush has clearly won the day.

[DantheRM]

Tragedy of this reckless day,
festivities abandoned Lord embraced,
focused on disaster turned hope for the multitudes in salvation,
can you hear the cries,
taking your mind off the dead as they start to rise,

It's the children, alone in their beds of dirt,
on the streets thankful for a grain a spoilage,
a smile on their face at the gift of life.

Amidst weeping, destitution, incomparable loss,
What can I do?
What can I say?

Put me in their place Lord that I might lend a helping hand,
being your vessel of the Father to the Fatherless.

[Patroclus]

Angels sing plasticly on a fallen tree:
"glory to god of the gifts, and stuff to his people on earth,"
and to hell with anybody
if you try to take "Christ"
out of "Christmas."

[Icarus]

and thus it starts
beginning to end.
make words spin around again
the world has stars
the ants have men
None are left to live in sin

all that rot drips from pen,
waiting to start again.

// This would be so much easier if I didn't have to correct my spelling.

[Yonkth'Plonk]

Walkin throug these shops
each one more colourful than the last
It's CHEAP, for SALE, and this one's FREE
Consumers consume eternally...

But somehow I can't take the time
to hear someone else's rhymes:
Alone in this world of lust and greed
Poetry's more fun to write than read.

--- 5 minute poem ----