#23 -The "I Can't Wait Word Jam" March 8-16, 08

[westcoast]

the sweetest of icecream dreams to the poet!

~westcoast

[stilltrucking]

poets and posers
hutzpha for me
to even aspire
to jam words
with the bird
on her high wire

good night sweet principessa

corn dogs
and corny sentiments
is all I can offer
just a want ta be ferlinghetti

[stilltrucking]

put the wait
right on me

waiting for a freind
waiting for the sky to turn blue

waiting for a ryhme
to turn true

waiting for daylight
to save the time

in search of a lost hour
as I spring forward

tick tock
set the clocks

oz never gave the tinman
nothing that he didn't already have

tin man wears a timex
he takes a beating

hollow as a drum
stuff him straw

just in time for the spring thaw
rust in peace

my heart keeps perfect time
but my ears can't find a ryhme

beating
beaten
beat

rusty
metal
man

[WIREMAN]

springing forward
burroughs in my ear
mas rapido jam
catch it before
the pumpkin wagon
moves on...

[Dave The Dov]

Springing ahead while reading Bukowski
Today is when he left for that big bar in the sky
Hank a toast to you
Here's to spring as well

[WIREMAN]

i been tina-cized this am
checkin' out all the youtubes
proud mary
lost that hour
movin' on
got an appointment
w/the bloody mary maker
take some shots of cindy
flippin' hair to become
a wired one
it's a morn for omletes and bagels
music and friends
gonna make a day of it.......

[Arcadia]

would Bukowski stand a black tea-cocek-ciranda morning toast?
(good morning, dave!)
mm, have I ever read Ferlinghetti?
really don´t know
hard to have a net-memory
books are easy to remember
yesterday´s movie still in my head
not too much sounds
except the Texas´s wind & thunder
voices & cars
shots & an envelope shrinking and des-shrinking
really want to continue sleeping
but I promised to go
to the green fields
today
for a while
see you later!

[WIREMAN]

the Genius of the Crowd
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
one of my favorite
bukowski poesies
i'll raise a glass to him
at the cafe today
a no bullshit mailman
hank

[Doreen Peri]

I waited for morning
in a dream haze, praised
the coming of dawn with
a sigh in the middle of my
nightmare, no resolution of
puzzles solved, only heartbeats
keeping rhythm to answer delays,
then today,
I awaken having lost an hour,
the power of a morn already gone,
afternoon soon comes,
numbness to the circular clock
sets in. You cannot with this fight
with time. Gone is its fate.
So much for the wait.

....

g'morning jamsters!

[judih]

yes, i scream
i've survived a day!
who woulda thought it could be
but it was!
and i'm amazed.

oh, sweet survival.
nothing beats walking up to a door
pausing, breathing, steadying one's heart
opening door,
entering, functioning
and then, successfully leaving door
and on the way out, cleaning up excess mess
putting a smile on a frowner's face
offering some hope
that tomorrow's door
will be a bit easier to open

(this is not a poem, but in jam, a poem is not always a poem)

[Doreen Peri]

I am an open dor.
I walk in and out of myself.
Some days I lock me but still the fill
of life seeps through underneath.

Please help!
This is a dor jam!
It hinges on your
openness.

Jam me, keep me ajar!
Slam me if you must...
(but that won't get you far.)

We are on the threshold of wonder!
(bet you wonder what i mean by that.)
Jam on, you'll see... cool jamcats.

heh

whatever all that means

[judih]

it means,
if i rub my lamp
my genie will come out!

[stilltrucking]

the genie on the school bus
montgomery county maryland
the mark twain school for emotionaly disturbed children

doors
open doors to memory
close doors
sometimes I got to go back and check
make sure I had closed that door

this is a cry for help
i am typing and I can't stop

[WIREMAN]

mnaz at the top
of the page
j & D jammin
others disappearin
i'm back from
bloody mary haven
burnin...words churnin

[stilltrucking]

?
mnaz at the top of what page, at this point in time and space I do not see mnaz on this thread at all?