"extemporize" poems
Warm Winds, Cold Sky's
In A Tree House Forbidden
In The Lonely Forest Of
The Weeping Souls.
Where Only
Unicorns And Fairy's Exist.
Extemporize Frabicatedly.
This World He Exists In
Was Told To
Be Abandoned,
No Other Life Form
Exists There. But He,
He Chose To Take
The Risk And Go Anyway,
Hoping She'd Follow Him.
At The Blue Ocean,
She Fell Asleep.
While Her Soul Swam With
The Loneliest Whales
In The Ocean.
He Searched For Her,
He Never Found Her.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
Today I got her response,
It was "12 AM" on the clock.
There was no power in our block,
It was the STUDY room where I had to skulk;
but the rain was pouring on the rocks.
Oh! I forgot to thank my poetic kludge.
I put my phone on charge and reply her back,
with an appropriate emoji that match,
and now we were exchanging words.
That flirty nature of mine;
Runs through the fingers when I had wine.
many nasty and hasty thoughts were rising;
and I had to made them extemporize,
so that it matches her vibe.
I asked her dose she have a twin?
and send her a picture to help my chances win.
soon she sees the picture she asked her name,
It's "SAZAN" and welcome to my game.
The conversation with her was amazing and fecund,
and she worth every second.
We both are strangers but for a moment we exist together,
in a digital screen as if it's a white paper.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Something’s happening, let’s call it sunrise, for now,
and summer vacation in Geneva, in umm.. 10 hours.
My heart-beat is spiking, like a flag or kite flying.
I’m leaving an empty room - making one last pass with a broom.
I’m stuffing my bag, with the last few things, for escape on aluminum wings.
My dreams, woven in bright, butterfly tapestries, are rolled and folded -
packed between urgent fantasies and harsh, time-sensitive practicalities.
I know you’re there, a quarter-world away, good news, pegasus awaits,
to streak gulf-stream high, over choppy oceans wide with mechanical fire,
its ice-cycle crystal contrail will point, like cherub cupid's arrow, toward you.
Forget pixels, tech instruments, remote lifeline connections,
and prayer-like whispers over thin, criss-crossed wires.
I’m making my move, coming compass-needle true,
to press up close, reintroduce, extemporize and ******
.
.
music for this:
Someday by Sugar Ray
sunburn by almost monday
This Charming Man by The Smiths
Heaven by Los Lonely Boys
May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 1:16 PM UTC
In each moment, each pursuit
Improvise.
It’s nothing more than living Now.
Of course you’ll f---k it up at times:
Mistakes belonging to a human
As does dust upon a mirror.
In each moment, work or pastime
Improvise, extemporize.
You have encyclopedic knowledge
In your little life-so-far;
Gifts and talents, skills, capacities;
Experiential knowledge
You absorbed the moment you took breath.
If you do what I advise
You see patterns that transmogrify,
Patterns that will make you wise;
Patterns when you make each minute your device.
Despite anomalies,
Quirks, and incongruities,
This the key to bring to light
The star you are,
Becoming brighter with each gesture.
Make a pact with you yourself
Put old habits on the shelf of things gone by.
You improvise,
You start to fly.
By and by
You are the sharpest, deepest, most profound and visionary
You alive.
Improvising Your Way Through Life 8.5.2017
Definitely Didactic; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
*O she is like the night;
A midnight mystery.
Her voice…
The resonance of night
Abates voracity
& bathes a sinuous
Soul in satisfaction.
Her eyes…
A myriad of stars,
Dainty sugar crystals,
Illuminate the black
In opaline brilliance.
Her embrace...
The darkness clears the mind
& dreams extemporize,
Each rendered by the hymns
Of soothing nightly winds.
Her compassion…
The early hours yield
Serenity to sleep,
Providing strength to face
Yet another morning.
O she is like the night.
My midnight mystery!*
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC