Ad Lib Poems | Examples

The Perils Of Staying Power

How’s your finger? 
                            How’s your rib?
These are words I don’t ad lib

How’s your backache? 
                         How’s your knee?
Would you read this, I can’t see

Pass the sugar, no, best not
           Off my meds now, I forgot!

Where’s the salt, oh, yes I know
           Hid it, so it wouldn’t show

I can make it, park the car
     Twenty feet, that’s not too far!

Vitamins?, I just took two!
        Love to eat but I can’t chew

Perils of a ripe old age
     Spiced by memories and sage

None-the-less, I’m here to stay
   Hope at least for one more day!

Finding The Purpose In Life

Clouds can close the stars
But can't extinguish them
It means that I did not see you
But it means what I see in you
No one can guarantee a full success
If you don't, who else will do
If you can't write, someone will do
If you don't take it in your hand
There would always be someone else
In real life there are no rehearsals
Every moment is pure ad lib and that's it 
To maintain a state of contentment and happiness
One must always move forward without looking back
Our purpose in life is not to seek love
But finding and removing barriers in our life
In order to return to that wondeful feeling
Our life on Earth is learning and gaining experiences
What we have known and manifest in the material world
Without having the final destination
Except the way home back to God
Surely, you will never go wrong.

Ad Lib In Life

If you lie
It's all for you
Not for them. 

This time
If I come back tired
It's all because of work. 

I'm older now
If I don't have it
I won't have it. 

I'm happy
Because I'm about
To eat what I want.

Seasons-Footle Haibuns

Autumn

Let us begin in the current season, Not the season of beginnings but of seasoning.

Leaves bold
Wise, old

Winter

Hither it comes, white or gray, falling, failing, smarting, incredibly enlightening.

Lets go
New show

Spring

New birds of millenials herded into facebook frames, those cribs engaged with each month’s age. I look on, remembering how this boomer’s recollection is in a box, more than one.

Face crib
Ad lib

Summer

Watch those new birdies fly. Life is fleeting. Parents hold onto their wings, sometimes clipping. Grandparents no longer open their wallets to show their pride, but with much more intensity and videos, besides, put the kids front and center for thumbs up, hearts, exclamations, tears, never anger.

Emotes
Devotes

CHANGISTA arp

arbitary 
    random
spontaneity

   .casual
thougjts
said
   aloud
      improvisatoions
impulses
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   whim

Spontaneity

Spontaneity 2-28-24
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Spontaneity

Arthritic inertia,
Absent of the Prime Mover,
Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity
Coloring outside deliberate
Past ebony links in tangerine comets
 In outbursts of the unplanned ad-lib 
Flicks of incandescent glory
 And slivers of glee,
  Like dolphins leaping or whales breaching
   Into the spontaneous’ ephemeral sparkle,
Ignite gusts of rumbling grace
 Rushing past anxious spirals,
  Sneaking past solemn's gates,
   In explosions of uncontained whimsy -
As springs of roiling combustions
Split life draining millstones,
And rock musty routines that shuffle 
 Bathing the unsmiling dower dirge
  With thunder dancing across sullen waters
To christen spontaneity’s godchild
 With new robes of unrehearsed mirth
  And a dedicated named -
 Laughter!

Song of The Pangolin No 7: AABB

Famine ... charities ... complementary.
Killers; Lions, Hyenas, Snakes, the very
highest on the list, Human traffickers,
with their ad lib, and full-on characters.
Pangolin's are anteaters resembling
armadillos but different. Trembling
leads to curling up into a ball when
they sense danger. They burrow in a den
like hole as a prelude to finding food.
Poor eye sight, lest prey's washes up mood,
Pangolins are keenly scented hunters.
Endangered according to their numbers,
for their scales are coveted, as produced
Chinese medicine, thus hope is reduced.

A Lover's Quarrel Alas We Make Up Seal It With Love and a Kiss-

In service my heart as it cries for love;
What shall I do I am in remorse mode;
Beating ever sweetly covered in blood; 
Tangent dreams of ever falling implode;

Eyes catalyst broken in heartache blind;
Heart can't sight where my malignant head is;
Those screams of brazen swollen eyes inclined;
Heartbroken beating no wise appears gives;

Solace passionate joys flooding over;
Challenge burden promises sprung loveless
My heart beats of joy laugher full closure; 
Promise to you together we shun less;

Ourselves let us excuse and unlearn this;
May we congregate come ad-lib let's kiss;

 
 8/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
 9th place~ Placement in Contest

For No 1230. New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:	10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 N/A
Total # Words:	97

Extra Pizzazz Jazz

The oomph and zing of extra spin
adds razzmatazz to shot akin
to the standing ovation din
a hole in one gets for a win.

The cream screams to the top.

The razzle and dazzle of dance 
shake, rattle and roll of romance 
is enhanced by the oddball prance
of a jitterbug jive freelance.

Bebop is king of pop.

Jazz embodies the extra dash
of syncopated mish and mash
adding gems of splish, splosh and splash
improvisation in a flash.

Flip-flop until you stop.

The Fiddler and the Frog

A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.

Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the ribbit,
they simply ad-lib it.

Then, absent of all jealousies,
acknowledging their need,
they oft exchange the lead,
and neither does impede.

Across the water melodies:
the fiddler on her strings,
the frog, the baseline brings;
delight is given wings.

—————

for The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
a Paulo Comitatu: 8:6:6:6 with abbb, accc, etc. 
written on 1/22/23

Box Office Smash

Actor 
factor

Actress
finesse

Icon
beckon

Stage fright 
one’s plight

Playwright
in sight 

Big star
goes far 

Bit part 
false start

Lead role 
lifts soul

Star cast 
so vast

Screen play
per say

Box smash
makes stash

Huge flop
might drop

Sitcom
Aplomb 

Reruns
big guns

series
wearies

Fluffed lines
crowd whines

Encore 
for more 

Contract
intact 

Wide screen
makes scene 

Cartoon
at noon

Ghost flicks
use tricks 

Broad script
equipped 

Big break
I’ll take

Sad film
on whim

Long plot
such rot  

Freeze frame 
fair game 

Lip sync
with kink

Flashback
gets flack

Montage 
homage 

Ad lib 
so glib 

Drama 
trauma 

Vignette 
typeset 

Time lapse
handclaps

Broadway 
heyday 

Climax 
brass tacks




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My Dream Vacation

MY DREAM VACATION

Sharing juicy oranges on a dusty Spanish pavement
The cloudless sky offers no respite from the relentless sun
Free of time concerns, we cycle to our next ad-lib adventure
Guided by suggestions not structure
Blown by the wind, we wing it to wherever
We are not bound by the books

They say: "life is just beyond your comfort zone" 
I would add "memories do not follow a timetables"
The unknown awaits the unscheduled

I will long remember the feel of the sticky juice on my hands but the memories of luxury dinners have faded 

But planless isn't always painless
Carefully consider your companion
A timid friend will be too traditionalistic to escape 
An incautious friend may be imprudent or frivolous 
A considered choice of companion opens off-road experiences

Be brave, be adventurous 
Escape from conservative chains
Liberated, fly free.

Sponsor    L MILTON HANKINS
Contest Name    MY DREAM VACATION
Written 29 March 2022

Every Time We Meet

Every time we meet
my heart skips a beat
It must be love
Oh no! I can't tell a lie, I can't ad-lib
It's only my atrial fib

Ante Bellum

In this rainy coldness of a night
I am drained and dry like a hanging Bacalao.
I hope it comes to pass!
As cant as I am - broken as a rib
As grey as ash is - as dim as an ar$e
Take without hesitation this crib
Burry your fingers in it and pinch this salt
Sprinkle it over my eternal wound as you - ad lib
Watch me burn out in a moment like a thunderbolt!
The crown of this banquet - a jewel
Giving this islander of isolation
A continent of frontiers in a cave of cruel
Boarding and grafting,
Waiting and longing,
I am on the keep as an Egret,
Consumed by the beast that is nibbling from within,
Eating the words in the shadow of regret.
Diving through the burning hellfire
Covered in self-inflicted lacerations of magma
And the beating heart enveloped in wire
Then an impulse in the head...[Snap!] syntagma!
Scream followed by howling	
Bloody markings splashed across the wall
Stop the brawl, ante bellum, atoll, at all!

Like a Big Brother

Dropped ad lib in foreign terrain
Not knowing a word of English
It was called ‘learn fast, sink or swim’

You smiled when I first looked at you
Offered to be my translator
Almost too pleased to be helpful

You came on a little too strong
I was uncommonly bashful
You somewhat a bit of a nerd

You kept watching from afar
Became my tacit comfort zone
I truly took you for granted

But honestly, what did I know
We were only kids in fifth grade



AP: 2nd place 2021

Posted on February 6, 2018

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