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.

The world is not enough
For James Bond or Midas
or any special agent
007 or Heaven Scent
The world is not enough
But it has some amazing smallnesses
so what shall we do?
Amazing smallness, tiny specks
all glow on the horizon
The world is enough for me, with poetry in a glass cabinet
Were there but world enough and time
I would hold all the keys to the kingdom
The heavens await after the earth is spent.

An evening of long goodbyes
to sing goodbye for now
Baby it's cold outside
Why don't you stay awhile?
but I really should go
But I want you to stay
The groundhog was confused by this
---- and went into his den
so when will winter be done?
A morning of short hellos
leaves a whole day for living
Embracing the wonder of connection
Who will pay the bill?
Are the costs knowable?

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.

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.

The lost art of keeping secrets
two can keep it if one is dead
it's not a big secret anyway
Experience important instead.
But let's try just one!
Oh please – you can tell me, I'll be good
And if I'm not, just remember
There's always a price to pay
Wal Mart is not cheap they say
I'll only tell my big mouth sister
Silence is golden, silence is hold-in
your breath and blow!
Secrets are made to be told.

I met a lady
Laughing. We snorted for awhile
It was a hoot!
Locked in tight – I'm outta range…
She was a dandy…I like candy
What an insatiable sweet tooth I have
For life's candy has no calories to worry
but leaves its trace behind
but can add inches to your behind
your waist and to your bust!
And could rot your teeth away
Be afraid. Be very afraid of chocolate Kisses
but chocolate is good for me
I met a chocolate laughing lady.

You must remember this
Groggy though you may be
A kiss is still a kiss
As long as she's a she
But who can ever tell
When love and anger melt away
And if you keep a secret you will never say:
“Play it again Sam”
or Sally
Because a kiss is still a kiss
but a Lexus is a Lexus
I'll take the kiss instead of the Lexus
Kiss me in your Lexus, Sam!

Half asleep in frog pajamas
I'm feeling hoppy, leaping for joy
But stealing costumes from a playwright
Always puts one at jeopardy
And then to say “What did they wear?”
To the waist? Or to the knee?
You find yourself without a mask
Tsk, tsk, tsk
Just go to sleep
Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!
Morning will come too soon
And pajamas are green
like the grass where I'm lying.

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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