Hey all

orig_bise2postorig_bise2post Posts: 193
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
how's it going for everybody?
"Nobody is ever promised tomorrow. Increase the peace."
~Juan Azize
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  • woops.... meant this to go in the AET... i guess i should make up some improv poetry with the title of hey all... so here it goes:


    hey all.

    man, i'm tired and i'm at work.
    sorry.
    i'm not very inspired.
    hey... all
    "Nobody is ever promised tomorrow. Increase the peace."
    ~Juan Azize
  • grooveamaticgrooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    it would look alright like this:


    Hey All

    Man, I'm tired
    And at work.
    Sorry, not inspired.
    Hey all.
    .........................................................................
  • Hey all, when life was all, and all hay rolling
    and river walkway midday summer strolling,
    I'd look where willow fronds were long and waving
    upon the river blossom fallen, paving
    still, congealing stagnant green: my learning
    then became of waste in summer joy. My yearning's
    turning to a blanket white, a call
    in winter, calling all, last call, hey all.
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    fins....summer rolling strolling......summer waiting sating.....summer....bliss.....I'm gonna write one too......
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    hey all, when I was small
    I wrote small words....when I got bigger
    words grew too....
    and I flew to a paradise of words
    and reading was my steady joy
    I was like a boy.....I jumped and hit and ran
    but the words began
    to hold me in their thrall
    behold the golden words,
    and smile.....hey all.....
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    Hey all, when life was all, and all hay rolling
    and river walkway midday summer strolling,
    I'd look where willow fronds were long and waving
    upon the river blossom fallen, paving
    still, congealing stagnant green: my learning
    then became of waste in summer joy. My yearning's
    turning to a blanket white, a call
    in winter, calling all, last call, hey all.
    You must read and write A LOT of poetry to pull off something like this so quickly. I'm impressed.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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