Ballad of the Potter's Wheel

round and round

its turning eye

begins to see

a shape below

and as each hand

in hand complies,

a fuller vessel

starts to grow.



undreamt its shape,

unthought its form

until the potter

makes it stand.

from its center

this silent storm

of clay ascends

at his command.

Haiku

(Solace by Christine Matthies, 2003)

Fountain of Youth

Standing half in half out of the kiddie pool,
Limbs delicately poised on its edges,
he reaches out to take the water hose
and sprays down everything in sight.

(a little poem in honor of my nephew)

one word. so little time.

Feeling brilliant and poetic? Try one word.

(ripped from grump's grip.)

Beatles Battle

Here's today's challenge: write a poem comprised entirely of Beatles' song titles (or lyrics, I hasten to add, although extra points for using only titles). I have posted dag's poem here so as to show you who gave me the idea in the first place. Go HERE for titles.


Him:

Flying across the universe, like dreamers do,
I should have known better.
I saw her standing there, in my life.
Why don’t we hit the road wild honey pie?
Two of us? Tomorrow never knows what goes on.
I’ve got a feeling we can work it out because all
you need is love.

Her:

Slow down she said she said!
Get back, don’t bother me.
Tell me why you like me too much?
If I needed someone, bad boy, I’ll get you.

Him:

I want to tell you it’s only love.
If you’ve got trouble, I will slow down.

Her:

Oh! Darling, that means a lot.
I should have known better.
Don’t let me down and your bird can sing.
PS, I love you.

The end.

Ulterior Motor Vehicle

I decided four blogs were not enough. So here's another. It's poetry mostly. Poetry that doesn't rhyme or make much sense and doesn't really care what you think of it.* Just like cats.

Drive carefully.

(*if you ignore the fact that I have enabled comments, that is...)

Song Bird

I looked for you in yellow sky,
I fought and died for you in battlefields of snow,
I wrote your red song in my sleep,
my slender fingers embraced the pen
as you crept away.

Quality Control

I used the royal "we" to take a standing piss.
And as I hit the railing of the porch, I yelled, "I missed."
So I went in and drank more lemonade...




Write now I'm trying to right some slam poetry for honest+popular's upcoming festivities. Those of you who have skillz in the word game need to bust a move. Young Saul Williams and all that.

The Night Before Commencement

by k_sra

Twas the night before Commencement and all through the college
Every creature was stirring, even the AV guy.
(who usually just took long lunch breaks with his door closed)
All the good little children with their gowns and their caps
Had just settled down for a pre-Commencement nap.
When the President came limping down the stairs with glee,
Crying, "Do it MY way. It's my damn party!"
His cabinet was scurrying and kissing his ass
And changing the rules for the 2004 class,
When all of a sudden and to their amazement
He fired a worker named whats-a-ma-face-it.
The cabinet applauded as his workforce groaned
Knowing their raises would be once more postponed.
k_sra and her boss were holed up in a panic,
Ironing stoles and becoming quite manic.
They'd taken every precaution and made every list
"This comes straight from the top!" their jolly President hissed.
"I want no students parking in MY parking lot!
If they try to park there they're going to get shot!
No reception is needed for these little cuds,
Instead, I'll have a big dinner for me and my buds.
The students are sloppy and they get in my way,
After all, Commencement is MY special day.
Let's all try to remember this one little fact;
Do what I say or you'll damn well get sacked."
And with this fair warning, he limped out of sight
And left the school to rot, all covered in shite!