Comments on: PD30 Day 14: Poetry Under Pressure http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-14-poetry-under-pressure/ Writing Career Center Tue, 16 Mar 2010 13:13:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: aperson http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-14-poetry-under-pressure/comment-page-1/#comment-221788 aperson Sat, 17 Jan 2009 19:27:54 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4443#comment-221788 2:28 The tree of life It blows through the breez of sarrow And answers to the wind of shame Yet there are times the tree sits still And answers to its name Aware that life is precious yet wishing it would end still there is no way that the tree would ever bend its life seems never ending its death seems so mature its reason for death is clear yet its reason for life im not quite sure Bound to the earths surface to fear the painful night the tree longs for the sky that lies just beyond its sight to soar through the clouds, looking down upon the trees just longing to be free But soon the tree of life will be knocking on the door the heavens will open up and the tree will long no more 2:37 Just made it :D 2:28

The tree of life

It blows through the breez of sarrow
And answers to the wind of shame
Yet there are times the tree sits still
And answers to its name

Aware that life is precious
yet wishing it would end
still there is no way that the tree would ever bend

its life seems never ending
its death seems so mature
its reason for death is clear
yet its reason for life im not quite sure

Bound to the earths surface to fear the painful night
the tree longs for the sky that lies just beyond its sight
to soar through the clouds, looking down upon the trees
just longing to be free

But soon the tree of life will be knocking on the door
the heavens will open up and the tree will long no more

2:37

Just made it :D

]]> By: Akhristin http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-14-poetry-under-pressure/comment-page-1/#comment-220524 Akhristin Fri, 31 Oct 2008 21:43:17 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4443#comment-220524 i paced back and forth to find a reason to live i slumbard upon restlessness fidgeting my hands dwendling my fingures i paced, and as i paced scandolous racy thoughts went through my brain i stared at the ceiling gazing stare refrained from truth i paced back and forth scared wondering if I were to die why and if somone were to hurt me why and if i were to meditate why i paced myself back and forth wondering if someone cared why wondering endlessly why it has to be now wondering i lay still in bed i must stay focused but by and by the images refrain my thought process why why why i paced back and forth
to find a reason to live
i slumbard upon restlessness
fidgeting my hands
dwendling my fingures
i paced, and as i paced
scandolous racy thoughts went through
my brain
i stared at the ceiling
gazing stare refrained from truth
i paced back and forth
scared wondering if I were to die
why
and if somone were to hurt me
why
and if i were to meditate
why
i paced myself back and forth
wondering if someone cared
why
wondering endlessly why
it has to be now
wondering i lay
still in bed
i must stay focused
but by and by the images refrain
my thought process
why
why
why

]]> By: John Hewitt http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-14-poetry-under-pressure/comment-page-1/#comment-219648 John Hewitt Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:55:58 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4443#comment-219648 Two Minutes in My Cube (A True Story) You know what we’re a team A telephone rings double pulse We really need a leader on this project A scrolling mouse wheel clicks along I have tried that The restroom door clunks closed We made that decision Voicemail instructions rattle from a speakerphone I’ve told them stop bothering me Tonal music echoes from a cell We’re a family here Random laughter breaks out Go forth and produce A nose snorts then blows I don’t know what’s going on Fluorescent bulbs settle on a frequency He’s in rehab now Two Minutes in My Cube (A True Story)

You know what we’re a team
A telephone rings double pulse
We really need a leader on this project
A scrolling mouse wheel clicks along
I have tried that
The restroom door clunks closed
We made that decision
Voicemail instructions rattle from a speakerphone
I’ve told them stop bothering me
Tonal music echoes from a cell
We’re a family here
Random laughter breaks out
Go forth and produce
A nose snorts then blows
I don’t know what’s going on
Fluorescent bulbs settle on a frequency
He’s in rehab now

]]> By: Sheer http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-14-poetry-under-pressure/comment-page-1/#comment-219607 Sheer Mon, 15 Sep 2008 15:13:29 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4443#comment-219607 Quick, hurry up Time is running out Speed up now Quick quick Hurry up Time is running out Quick quick Candles lit Table set Hurry up Flowers displayed Dress laid out Hurry hurry He’s almost here At the door Quick, hurry up The master is home And I must get out. Quick, hurry up
Time is running out
Speed up now

Quick quick
Hurry up
Time is running out

Quick quick
Candles lit
Table set

Hurry up
Flowers displayed
Dress laid out

Hurry hurry
He’s almost here
At the door

Quick, hurry up
The master is home
And I must get out.

]]> By: Maryellen Grady http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-14-poetry-under-pressure/comment-page-1/#comment-219593 Maryellen Grady Mon, 15 Sep 2008 00:26:53 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4443#comment-219593 The Speed of Hate "Speed kills" was written on everything everywhere that late Summer of Love in Haight-Ashbury And godawful drugs were coming through so fast... LSD was something you put in your body as a chemistry experiment now And grass was anybody's guess. Peace and love were tumbling down fast. You could see it falling in nanoseconds. "Gone to jump off the bridge" it said on your mirror. But first you thought you'd give fellow Illinoisians the tour. Hard times in a now rough again city. Watch the death and dying of peace and love. Kill yourself tomorrow. Today we gotta get high. Maryellen Gradys last blog post..<a href="http://msrefusenik-msrefuseniktellsitall.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-makes-this-woman-writing-in-new.html" rel="nofollow">LORD, THERE'S JUST ONE SET OF FOOTPRINTS THANKS TO SARAH PALIN</a> The Speed of Hate

“Speed kills” was written on everything everywhere that late
Summer of Love in Haight-Ashbury
And godawful drugs were coming through so fast…
LSD was something you put in your body as a chemistry experiment now
And grass was anybody’s guess.

Peace and love were tumbling down fast.
You could see it falling in nanoseconds.
“Gone to jump off the bridge” it said on your mirror.
But first you thought you’d give fellow Illinoisians the tour.

Hard times in a now rough again city.
Watch the death and dying of peace and love.
Kill yourself tomorrow.
Today we gotta get high.

Maryellen Gradys last blog post..LORD, THERE’S JUST ONE SET OF FOOTPRINTS THANKS TO SARAH PALIN

]]> By: Jenn Mercer http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-14-poetry-under-pressure/comment-page-1/#comment-219591 Jenn Mercer Mon, 15 Sep 2008 00:08:21 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4443#comment-219591 7:58 Silent Headphones Still and not here busy being still no music here still the music of silence rare and I am so busy letting the silence in still the music has been off for hours and still the noise of paper stack upon perilous stack still not shifting moving the lower layers glaciating still not in the peace of all this silence peripheral vision static dancing still eyes closed and the red afterimages throb still silence dark the world remains still straining to hear the whisper of the fog as it rises soft and ready to burn in the sun still. 8:07 --- An appropriate prompt for tonight. I had just put my daughter in the bath and told her that she had 10 minutes to wash up. I think I might even keep this one. 7:58

Silent Headphones

Still and not here
busy being still
no music here
still
the music of silence
rare and I am so busy
letting the silence in
still
the music has been
off for hours and
still
the noise of paper
stack upon perilous
stack still
not shifting moving
the lower layers
glaciating
still
not in the peace
of all this silence
peripheral vision
static dancing
still
eyes closed and
the red afterimages throb
still
silence
dark
the world remains
still
straining to hear the whisper of the fog as it rises
soft and ready to burn in the sun
still.

8:07

—

An appropriate prompt for tonight. I had just put my daughter in the bath and told her that she had 10 minutes to wash up. I think I might even keep this one.

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