Poetry We Wrote

Here are some demented and dimensional poetry from our Poetry Circle sandbox! We wrote the following poems as a group at our February 2007 meeting. How? Person 1 wrote a line, then passed it on to Person 2, who wrote a line, and so on. With 12 people participating, we ended up with 12 bizarre creations, as you can see.

Out of the whirlpool
white laundry and dark
spinning out of control
wrapping around my neck
with insistent lies
Get out of the laundry room, he cries!
While hiding inside the closet
with the fabric softener and the bleach
what a vision as he drowns
no place to come up for air
white sheets flap into the brisk sun
and long johns with the open doors
Frozen stiff in crippled shapes
Standing up straight
as an ironing board.

Tigers are better-looking
when they've been sun bathing
Their fur and stripes will bleach
and leave them sheeted white
as if they were scrubbed
or dubbed out
that's GREAT!
Put them in the washing machine
But watch out when they dry
they'll eat you all up
and make the laundress cry.
Be that as it may, they look good
Even when they look hungry
Yes, even in India's sunny clime.

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The deep end of the ocean
is only one step away
and I stepped
right in it
But saved myself from drowning
by clinging to you –
and I cling to you to save me
Swim, for goodness sake,
or at least tread water.
Where's a raft when you need one? Buoy me up!
And remember I read Jung when I thought this –
Thank goodness I brought my lifesavers
The dark water beckons me down but I will not float!
Neptune himself will throw me back.

Never too late
No matter what the clock says
Each moment presents a tiny gift…
Wrapped in heavenly paper.
Unwrap it! Untie that glitzy ribbon
Ding dong, ding dong
There's a surprise in every package
Rosebud wrap and handmade paper to tint
Even Crackerjack has a prize
But you can't tell a prize by its cover
or its size!
It's never too late for joy
or too early for gin.

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Small spaces between emergencies
Remind me of needing chocolate
One for the road
Two for the soul
and three to tuck in my pocket
But, once I've had my fix,
I'm back on the road again!
Able to function
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
and throw caution to the winds
chocolate space between emergencies
helps me to take the next step
I'm locked in tight, I'm outta range.

 

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Beyond the pale
The Canada geese fly
And are now soaring to warmer homes
if only people had as much sense
If only people could live in present tense.
Or maybe dream a dream
Know that things are not what they seem
For it's all just a Divine scheme
That's what I call a heavy theme
The universe is planned so the birds will fly again
They follow the path of last fall's droppings
Unless the gardeners have swept it clean.

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