One Minute Poems

brianlux

A little exercise to stretch your creative brain cells.  Set your timer/watch/iPhone- whatever- to 60 seconds and type.   When ever this thread pops up, jump on it.  Don't think ahead of time- just let it go.  But try to think poetically and aim for some kind of ending.  But when the timer goes off, that's it, you're done!

OK to correct spelling and maybe a few punctuation marks afterwords.  Otherwise, leave it as it lay!

Go!

Beat, parsley, sage

My mind as a mint salad

Salivating phosphorescent gobs

Run mind run run

What time, undone

Now ended I hope at last,

Clasp fast grasp.

brianlux

You're so far away

I steal the song away

I steel away in loneliness.

Hear you voice in my head,

Led

To where you always are

Here,

Getting closer to there.

Ms. Haiku

Setting my clock for one minute:

Alone, awash in moon glow
tindering on waves of chances
excusing the percussion of unknown
swimming used watches.


I thought I could brain storm pages in a minute, but what I wrote above is it. That minute went quick!

brianlux

Ms. Haiku said:

Setting my clock for one minute:

Alone, awash in moon glow
tindering on waves of chances
excusing the percussion of unknown
swimming used watches.


I thought I could brain storm pages in a minute, but what I wrote above is it. That minute went quick!

Well done, Ms Haiku! Thanks for contributing!

Yes, I found the same to be true.  60 seconds just fly by.  But I love how stretches the creative mind.  Another "exercise" (if you will) I used to do on my lunch break during the six months of the worst job  I ever had in my life (prepping IBM orders for shipment) was to go out and walk for 15 minutes and ad-lib  poetry out loud.  It stretched my creative brain cells and at the same time was a wonderfully healthy release valve for pent up tension.   I would come back from lunch ready for the non-stop barrage of orders I had to fill before Fed Ex showed up.

brianlux

OK, here goes

Baker slamming perfect time

Insane

Horses and dogs and only one friend

Pound, break, rebuild

You're still alive?!

Asterisk on the Street

Listened for sounds of the distant drummer

Which path to take

Thoreau knew

Choices get made

Ready or not

Who put the card in the spokes of life’s hamster wheel

Mistaken sounds

justam

I tried one and was surprised at the speed of a minute.
So, here is my second attempt in which I typed as fast as possible with no ideas at all!


It’s a race against time
60 seconds isn’t much!
Old people say life passes that way
but it never felt this fast before
Time ticking past!
the alarm rings now

brianlux

Asterisk on the Street said:

Listened for sounds of the distant drummer

Which path to take

Thoreau knew

Choices get made

Ready or not

Who put the card in the spokes of life’s hamster wheel

Mistaken sounds

Nice one, Asterisk.  A minute to write leads to several for pondering!

justam said:

I tried one and was surprised at the speed of a minute.
So, here is my second attempt in which I typed as fast as possible with no ideas at all!


It’s a race against time
60 seconds isn’t much!
Old people say life passes that way
but it never felt this fast before
Time ticking past!
the alarm rings now

Nice- I an relate to this poem!

I know what you mean- it feels like 10 seconds!  No preconceived ideas at all is ideal.  The ideas are already in our heads waiting to be set free.

Ms. Haiku

brianlux said:

Ms. Haiku said:

Setting my clock for one minute:

Alone, awash in moon glow
tindering on waves of chances
excusing the percussion of unknown
swimming used watches.


I thought I could brain storm pages in a minute, but what I wrote above is it. That minute went quick!

Well done, Ms Haiku! Thanks for contributing!

Yes, I found the same to be true.  60 seconds just fly by.  But I love how stretches the creative mind.  Another "exercise" (if you will) I used to do on my lunch break during the six months of the worst job  I ever had in my life (prepping IBM orders for shipment) was to go out and walk for 15 minutes and ad-lib  poetry out loud.  It stretched my creative brain cells and at the same time was a wonderfully healthy release valve for pent up tension.   I would come back from lunch ready for the non-stop barrage of orders I had to fill before Fed Ex showed up.

That's a good idea. I'll try it on the way to/from the metro.

brianlux

Ms. Haiku said:

brianlux said:

Ms. Haiku said:

Setting my clock for one minute:

Alone, awash in moon glow
tindering on waves of chances
excusing the percussion of unknown
swimming used watches.


I thought I could brain storm pages in a minute, but what I wrote above is it. That minute went quick!

Well done, Ms Haiku! Thanks for contributing!

Yes, I found the same to be true.  60 seconds just fly by.  But I love how stretches the creative mind.  Another "exercise" (if you will) I used to do on my lunch break during the six months of the worst job  I ever had in my life (prepping IBM orders for shipment) was to go out and walk for 15 minutes and ad-lib  poetry out loud.  It stretched my creative brain cells and at the same time was a wonderfully healthy release valve for pent up tension.   I would come back from lunch ready for the non-stop barrage of orders I had to fill before Fed Ex showed up.

That's a good idea. I'll try it on the way to/from the metro.

Great!  Just be careful, passersby might think your a bit daffy, lol. 

Ms. Haiku

one string

weaved into baskets

holding songs and dreams

but which is worse

or which can find the path

of quickness solidly standing

like reality, like a picture

of picture perfect minding

still life and verifiable

brianlux

Ms. Haiku said:

one string

weaved into baskets

holding songs and dreams

but which is worse

or which can find the path

of quickness solidly standing

like reality, like a picture

of picture perfect minding

still life and verifiable

Nice one minuter!

Ms. Haiku

How thinking about a layoff
crumbled me. I shouldn't
eat chocolate to make myself
less animated. Less affected
by rumors that I created.
How can the loss of a job
provoke such fear.
It is not life or death, but
that was easier. 
To live only to live.
Wouldn't that be nice.

brianlux

Ms. Haiku said:

How thinking about a layoff
crumbled me. I shouldn't
eat chocolate to make myself
less animated. Less affected
by rumors that I created.
How can the loss of a job
provoke such fear.
It is not life or death, but
that was easier. 
To live only to live.
Wouldn't that be nice.

Awesome, Ms Haiku, though I'm sorry if a layoff inspired this fine poem.  Best wishes!

justam

Timer set
whatever comes out this fine morning
it’ll Live on the page
a restful night from a school holiday
brings me joy enough to sing
but what song?

brianlux

justam said:

Timer set
whatever comes out this fine morning
it’ll Live on the page
a restful night from a school holiday
brings me joy enough to sing
but what song?

Nice! 

brianlux

One more headache but what can I do?

Listen to the beat

"Sugar Magnolia" keep my feet moving

Even as the head pounds

Keep the beat

On my feet.

HesCalledDyer

Haiku are awesome

But often they make no sense

Michael Fassbender

brianlux

HesCalledDyer said:

Haiku are awesome

But often they make no sense

Michael Fassbender

So true!

brianlux

Late

I'm tired because I'm up late

late late late late late

I'm up late

Tired.

Tired and wired and late late late late late

Yep, I'm up late.

And tired.

StinkingGrease

press your back into the wall
hold the ball
transfixate
make the drip drop on the floor
hold the pose
sweat break
ignore the ankle rolled
last week
you danced and here you are