Short Wing It Poems
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generate a premise
hatch an outline
originate a concept
produce a rough draft
introduce uniqueness
or just wing it
voila
a
poem
this breathless wind befalls tonight
a whispered voice upon my ear
an angel stands within the light
its wing it spans to catch my tear
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From my angel of comfort poem
this breathless wind befalls tonight
a whispered voice upon my ear
an angel stands within the light
its wing it spans to catch my tear
my soul it speaks so it can hear
a tale of pain in mind alight
it offers comfort when it's near
then slowly spreads its wings in flight
Try for a moment to define your immediate experience based on what may have
been neccesary and or sufficient to transport your collective being to this given
point in space-time. Now take off your left shoe and wing it at the nearest lamp
with great velocity. Now clean up the glass. Good monkey.
Form:
As of right now, I'm still a teen,
I love to cheer, and my eyes are green.
I do stupid things because I'm still young,
But I will never regret the things that I've done.
There is only so much I will be able to do,
before my time on this earth is through.
I want to live my life while I can,
I'm just going to wing it because I don't really have a plan.
- Khalia C.
Form:
Do we read newspapers
Or ignore the world?
Do we vote
Or do we complain?
Do we ask questions of elected officials
Or are we complacent?
Do we right a wrong
Or remain silent?
Do we stay
Or do we go?
Do we sing
Or do we dance?
Do we run or
Do we walk?
Do we study
Or do we wing it?
Do we listen or
Do we yell?
Are our stomachs firm or flabby?
Are we smart
Or are we stupid?
Do we even care?
A dollup
A trollup
A mole and a troll
Free spring it and wing it
…reach for the loftiest goals
A habit-ish hobbit
with a knob and grommet
is wearing a rakish sneer
All grasping and gobble
foam and fobble
Listen!
and you can hear
A rabbit…"Gosh nabbitt!"
A frog and a log
…all frolic, bucolic in the wondrous bog
All foggy and noggy
And wet noodle woggy
…The Farmaduke start to caw
However you understand Love
it is not easy, it takes guts
it takes courage
Love does
It eats you, if you're not careful
you can be love, be loved
love and loved, you can be
You can take it, bring it,
like baggage, but can't wing it
it will test you to your limit
Love will
If you break before the dawn
of wisdom in your head
you lose some but love remains
Constant,
always in all ways
Love is not easy.
A dollup…a trollup
A mole and a troll
Free spring it
we wing it …while reaching for toffee-est loftiest goals
A habit-ish hobbit
with a knob and gromet
is wearing a rakish sneer
All grasping and gobble... foam and fobble - listen and you will hear!
A rabbit…Gosh nabbitt
A frog and a log…all frolic bucolic in the wondrous bog
but get foggy and noggy
and wet noodle woggy…
when the Farmadukes start to ...caw ...caw ...caw
and now for my next trick
I will try to be seventy
SEVENTY!
My brain yells “We are twelve!”
My soul yells “nineteen at the most!”
My arthritic ankles yell “we are a hundred.
Being seventy ought to be a cinch.”
What does seventy look like?
How does seventy act?
I know that seventy is invisible.
And seventy’s ideas are discounted
and seventy is easily ignored.
But I have little other knowledge
of how to be seventy.
I guess I will wing it.
Looking after this dog for a couple of weeks,
he seems nice enough.
The problem is I have no idea how much food and water to give him,
How the hell am I supposed to know about a dog's eating habits.
As breakfast time came around, I just had to wing it.
"A couple scoops will do you" I apprehensively said.
As I served him his meal, he turned to me and gave me a sickening look,
Almost like I'd killed his family member or something.
I think I'd given him too little.