Found Poetry

Prompt found Here MARGO ROBY

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.”

                                                                          ― Herman Melville, Moby Dick

I thought I would see

the watery world, (for)
I find myself growing grim,
damp, drizzly in my soul,
pausing, bringing up the rear.
Get an upper hand
that requires a
strong step and method
it(‘s) high time to get to sea.
With a philosophical flourish
I quietly take to the ship.

Cento or Found Poetry

           I's frustrated!

A Burdock—clawed my Gown—

Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—
Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
I grow old . . . I grow old . . . 
I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. 
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--   
Almost, at times, the Fool. 
Lawdy-mercy!
I's frustrated!

Bad Morning, Langston Hughes; The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

by T. S. Eliot; A Burdock—clawed my Gown, Emily Dickinson

                                        Earth

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and saw

she was small, light blue, and so touchingly alone.
It suddenly struck me, that tiny pea,
pretty and blue, was the Earth.
But look around at this world,
how perfectly it's made.
Flowers can't move, yet the insects come
and spread their pollen.
Trees can't move, but birds and animals
eat their fruit and carry their seeds far and wide.

And forget not that the earth delights

to feel your bare feet
and the winds
long to play with your hair.
Our planet is a glimpse of divinity.
Rocks pray, pebbles and boulders
and old weathered hills.  They are still and silent,
and those are two important ways to pray.
Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

 

A compilation from quotes and poems by:

High Flight, John Gillespie Magee, Nahoko Uehashi, Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit, Kahlil Gibran quote – And forget not…, Neil Armstrong quote – It suddenly struck me…., Douglas Wood, Grandad's Prayers of the Earth, Edgar Mitchell quote- Our planet is a glimpse…, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh

challenge 4: le stein

Khara House - Our Lost Jungle Prompt Here
  
tiny etchings - inked

A generation of tattoos cliché, crochet, clashes. Melting sizzles dissolving pot

ideals morass deceit dystopian merge tattoos yet delineate arms legs faces backs skin
sopped inky lathers.  The ankle is the saddest rebellion identity conformity,
an inconformity, of sheep wooly  lambs grain-fed starved for a rose is still a rose is a rose
even when the brush is hairless.


or in another form:

Generation of tattoos

cliché, crochet, clashes
Melting sizzles dissolving pot
ideals morass, deceit, dystopian
merge tattoos
yet delineate
arms legs faces backs skin
sopped inky lathers. 
The ankle is the saddest
rebellion identity conformity,
an inconformity, of sheep
wooly  lambs grain fed
starved for a rose is still a rose
is a rose even when
the brush is hairless.

The Cure

We Write Poems - Prompt 171 HERE

“The cure for anything is salt water - tears, sweat, or the sea.” ― Isak Dinesen, Seven Gothic Tales 

I’ve heard it said
that open windows,
even in the middle of winter,
with plenty of fresh air is
The cure for anything.

And when you have

a sore throat or infected toe-
Gargle or soak-as needed-
the best remedy
is salt water.

For working out problems

hard work is a tonic.
And if your heart is broken-cry,
for there is healing in
tears, sweat.

And when life overwhelms

with its ceaseless noise
and solitude you crave,
go to a wooded place
or the sea.

*********

 

They say
deep breaths
of fresh air is
the cure for anything.

And when you have
a sore throat or toe 
(Gargle or soak) the remedy
is salt water.

Heart broken? Cry.

Problems? Work.  
There’s healing in
tears, sweat.

And when life leaves

you craving solitude
go to a wooded place
or the sea.

Song of Terpsichore

Miz Quickly Prompt Here  Simple Pleasures -
the music and clip carried me away

Music

light, lilting, lifting,

fluting breeze, twirl, skip, dip, and sway -

join me friend

and dance, heady effervescent

spring song of Terpsichore

enchants.

 

Prompt for Margo Roby: Wordgathering

Poem Tryouts: Colouring Outside the Lines
           http://margoroby.com/



     Thick, pellucid, amber sweetness
     drips from your honeyed tongue
     in sticky streams of golden viscous lies
     suspending me in butterscotch
     memories of cruel, hazel eyes.

Holy Cow Batman

Writers Digest: For this week’s prompt, take the phrase “Holy (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.


We have so many interjections
and some of such pearly perfection
that you’d think Batman would
tell Robin he should
find some other way
to emphatically say
“I am astonished”.
Why didn’t he admonish
Robin to a hipper expression
and banish his “holy” obsession?