Comments on: games poets play: taking chances http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/ Mon, 03 May 2010 01:01:02 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc hourly 1 By: Neil Reid http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11881 Neil Reid Fri, 25 Dec 2009 21:45:38 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11881 An inherent chase sings outside an estate. Popcorn, popcorn! Three bags full! Yours, all for a song! Sssh, quiet please, the estate has just set sail and your foot lingers on the dock. Step lively now, genes are not all that counts! This is an E-ticket ride. Here, fill this cup. An inherent chase sings outside an estate. Popcorn, popcorn! Three bags full! Yours, all for a song! Sssh, quiet please, the estate has just set sail and your foot lingers on the dock. Step lively now, genes are not all that counts! This is an E-ticket ride. Here, fill this cup.

]]> By: Neil Reid http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11880 Neil Reid Fri, 25 Dec 2009 21:34:51 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11880 The flaw coughs beside the managing wit. A remedy resides inside his pocket. But mother said, stand upright, keep your hands out of your pockets now. He remembers now when he fell off the tricycle trying to climb a tree. Pockets might have saved him that day. <i>Sorry if that bearly makes some sense! I'll try harder.</i> <i>Lots of responses. Good fun Nathan!</i> The flaw coughs beside the managing wit. A remedy resides inside his pocket. But mother said, stand upright, keep your hands out of your pockets now. He remembers now when he fell off the tricycle trying to climb a tree. Pockets might have saved him that day.

Sorry if that bearly makes some sense! I’ll try harder. Lots of responses. Good fun Nathan!

]]> By: Poetry News For January 1, 2010 | Poetry Hut Blog http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11852 Poetry News For January 1, 2010 | Poetry Hut Blog Thu, 24 Dec 2009 21:27:55 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11852 [...] For this installment of Games Poets Play, we’re going to have some fun with randomness and chance.... [...] [...] For this installment of Games Poets Play, we’re going to have some fun with randomness and chance…. [...]

]]> By: rallentanda http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11811 rallentanda Thu, 24 Dec 2009 06:00:53 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11811 Last sentence is brilliant! Last sentence is brilliant!

]]> By: M.M.Rivas http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11807 M.M.Rivas Thu, 24 Dec 2009 05:31:09 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11807 The heroic dependence, smokes a bonus. Beyond all colossal imaginings was his dependence on women, some dreamers, some pragmatists, some just pathetic. He made himself believe at first that they were his friends; well the him that was the part that would admit to calculation would, that is. The other part, the that foolish heroic part, well, that just believed in the lies he told himself and then regaled others with after downing a few pings: that he was saving one from loneliness and the other from the desolation of widowhood. It was the third one on the quest, the journey toward the light of life,that stumped him, for it was love, or so the foolish hero thought. Quickly though, it turned to marriage and then to his financial and material dependence, which he abnegated and embraced at the same time. Finally, when he felt tethered by his own heart to her heart, the heart whose moonsongs he heard, he bolted. Continued on his journey, but this time, the woman kept him, kept him in cartons of cigarettes, and he was happy. The heroic dependence, smokes a bonus. Beyond all colossal imaginings was his dependence on women, some dreamers, some pragmatists, some just pathetic. He made himself believe at first that they were his friends; well the him that was the part that would admit to calculation would, that is. The other part, the that foolish heroic part, well, that just believed in the lies he told himself and then regaled others with after downing a few pings: that he was saving one from loneliness and the other from the desolation of widowhood. It was the third one on the quest, the journey toward the light of life,that stumped him, for it was love, or so the foolish hero thought. Quickly though, it turned to marriage and then to his financial and material dependence, which he abnegated and embraced at the same time. Finally, when he felt tethered by his own heart to her heart, the heart whose moonsongs he heard, he bolted. Continued on his journey, but this time, the woman kept him, kept him in cartons of cigarettes, and he was happy.

]]> By: Rethabile http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11801 Rethabile Wed, 23 Dec 2009 21:52:02 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11801 The blood leaps upon a circumstance. And I stand in awe at how fast it grabbed it from my hands, and didn't even look before it acted. It's my fault, I guess, for dangling it in front of every chance I got. The blood leaps upon a circumstance. And I stand in awe at how fast it grabbed it from my hands, and didn’t even look before it acted. It’s my fault, I guess, for dangling it in front of every chance I got.

]]> By: Linda Jacobs http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11797 Linda Jacobs Wed, 23 Dec 2009 18:41:20 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11797 Each stroke examines the backspace. Strike, stike, stike. Erase the past. Start over. Type a new life then hit the backspace and Type a new life then hit the backspace... Type a new life then... Type a new... Type Backspace. Each stroke examines the backspace. Strike, stike, stike. Erase the past. Start over. Type a new life then hit the backspace and
Type a new life then hit the backspace…
Type a new life then…
Type a new…
Type
Backspace.

]]> By: nelle http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11795 nelle Wed, 23 Dec 2009 17:16:01 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11795 When can a persons accused lurk? Never. The accused are not to be possessed. Not while the phoenix gathers cinnamon sticks, nor while the conflagration crisps her. The accused, the accursed, the unacceptable can freely lurk when the pastry is cracked. While the crackers pop. And in the interim. Most especially in the interim. When can a persons accused lurk? Never. The accused are not to be possessed. Not while the phoenix gathers cinnamon sticks, nor while the conflagration crisps her.
The accused, the accursed, the unacceptable can freely lurk when the pastry is cracked. While the crackers pop. And in the interim. Most especially in the interim.

]]> By: juliejordanscott http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11794 juliejordanscott Wed, 23 Dec 2009 16:44:48 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11794 (I put the randomness in between the asterisks) *The gasp absorbs the apathetic spirit underneath a holy*.... metaphorical breath blanket. The Apathetic Spirit is like a giant invitation to those of us who “get it” to offer ourselves as again, metaphoric, human bridges. Electing (or being appointed) as human bridge can be exhausting. I know this, intimately. Some might protest and inquire *“Can the lecturer crown a myth?”* To which this human bridge elects to smile and create the tiniest gasp which will then be poured out, through the breath, into a blanket which will warm his Apathetic Spirit and morph it into something completely different. (I put the randomness in between the asterisks)

*The gasp absorbs the apathetic spirit underneath a holy*…. metaphorical breath blanket. The Apathetic Spirit is like a giant invitation to those of us who “get it” to offer ourselves as again, metaphoric, human bridges.

Electing (or being appointed) as human bridge can be exhausting.

I know this, intimately.

Some might protest and inquire *“Can the lecturer crown a myth?”*

To which this human bridge elects to smile and create the tiniest gasp which will then be poured out, through the breath, into a blanket which will warm his Apathetic Spirit and morph it into something completely different.

]]> By: Dana Guthrie Martin http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11783 Dana Guthrie Martin Wed, 23 Dec 2009 04:00:38 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11783 Please mail him first class, because he's a first-class act all around. Please mail him first class, because he’s a first-class act all around.

]]> By: rallentanda http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11782 rallentanda Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:49:54 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11782 Feldman seems to like Sydney more than Seattle. But then again that's understandable, we have many more robots here than you do so he probably feels more at home. I've tried to write poetry with him but he insists on using American spelling so I'm sending him back. Feldman seems to like Sydney more than Seattle.
But then again that’s understandable, we have many more robots here than you do so he probably feels more at home.
I’ve tried to write poetry with him but he insists on using American spelling so I’m sending him back.

]]> By: Roberta http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11781 Roberta Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:36:34 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11781 The sales urge bushes the miscellaneous paradise. We are fixed in a buying frenzy. Eden will be ambushed by the economy. Global warming will fixate our membranes on crystal clear hindsight. IF we only knew what we don't know now. The sales urge bushes the miscellaneous paradise. We are fixed in a buying frenzy. Eden will be ambushed by the economy. Global warming will fixate our membranes on crystal clear hindsight. IF we only knew what we don’t know now.

]]> By: Dana Guthrie Martin http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11779 Dana Guthrie Martin Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:29:37 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11779 Rallentanda, Feldman does not tell me *anything* these days. Since we stopped writing poems together, I have no idea how he is spending his free time. Rallentanda, Feldman does not tell me *anything* these days. Since we stopped writing poems together, I have no idea how he is spending his free time.

]]> By: rallentanda http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11778 rallentanda Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:37:39 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11778 No. Feldman sent it to me as a Xmas present. He doesn't tell you everything, you know! No. Feldman sent it to me as a Xmas present. He doesn’t tell you everything, you know!

]]> By: Ieisha http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11777 Ieisha Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:17:23 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11777 The telescope rocks the breach. It breaks the silence between the standard fisher’s bow and the rocky shore. Thin fog draped veil like over the cliff sides, Delmen pulls up his boots and prepares to jump off into the shallow of the water’s edge, tie the boat securely to its moorings and sort the fish for market. The telescope rocks the breach. It breaks the silence between the standard fisher’s bow and the rocky shore. Thin fog draped veil like over the cliff sides, Delmen pulls up his boots and prepares to jump off into the shallow of the water’s edge, tie the boat securely to its moorings and sort the fish for market.

]]> By: Dana Guthrie Martin http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11776 Dana Guthrie Martin Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:11:16 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11776 Did you get that sentence from the random sentence generator? ;) Did you get that sentence from the random sentence generator? ;)

]]> By: rallentanda http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11775 rallentanda Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:56:32 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11775 I only this could go on forever! I only this could go on forever!

]]> By: rallentanda http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11774 rallentanda Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:52:38 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11774 I've always had a penchant for the non specific veiled in complex paranoia! I’ve always had a penchant for the non specific veiled in complex paranoia!

]]> By: rallentanda http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11773 rallentanda Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:43:40 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11773 Wimpy worth can forget flirting with dictionary. Besides being full of himself, over stuffed with useless words and meanings he makes a point of never picking anyone up on the bus.I bet he'd make an exception for Wikepedia. She's doing so well .It's only a chauffeured car for her these days,I believe. Wimpy worth can forget flirting with dictionary.
Besides being full of himself, over stuffed with useless words and meanings he makes a point of never picking anyone up on the bus.I bet he’d make an exception for Wikepedia. She’s
doing so well .It’s only a chauffeured car for her these days,I believe.

]]> By: Nathan http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/12/22/games-poets-play-taking-chances/comment-page-1/#comment-11772 Nathan Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:39:50 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=8588#comment-11772 I'm glad you think it's fun Donna. I agree. I’m glad you think it’s fun Donna. I agree.

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