Current poems in progress...

ain't no poems here
wonder what happened?
someone got busy
on their keyboard azappin'
cancelling poems
(gotta make this rhyme)
hope they had them a deleteful time
and then her face changed, a subtle shift
pLEASE CLOSE OUT THIS SITE FOREVER and STOP /wc from abusing innocent poets.
Please close that store of thrift
and throw those cheap'uns a dime

good conclusion :)
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You are back then, to share writing?
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When the spirit moves.
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In that case, I recommend U Haul!! Cheap and convenient spirit relocation :)
ywia
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haven't you guys ever heard of exquisite corpse. How about Andre Breton. Or Rimbaud. It really is
something. give a man technology and he'll blow up anything he could get hold of. poetry is not
a word game. what saddens me is the utter disregard of the history of poetry. and the complescent smile like a screen saver, whispering, "but it's mine," "me to share" Please get back to reading
something more than your name. a bit harsh but come on! -redpond
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of course you are not serious? "poetry is not a word game." the Surrealist had games they played with words. I have a copy of their book. Read up a bit yourself.
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Here you go: A Book Of Surrealist Games
Compiled by Alastair Brotchie, Edited by Mel Gooding
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This is a modern day compilation - as you can imagine, copies of the original text are rare :)

Pants full of crackers and a gander hung in chains round the neck
Making moy rounds with a jacker and a pocketbook around my unemployment check
I'll search for some busy work both above and below the spans of the earth
To make myself worth and not enough of my time to eat and fill my girth
Perhaps I'll set myself to some kind of brightly painted plow and churn the soil
Mending the earth is what i know with my overgrown fingers and mind all a'boil

poets we will always be
wether the words ryme or not
words from sea to shining sea
on our keyboards forged and wrought