Lumpy's Poetry Corner

gotta stone you can loan me?
or are you just lonely and stoned?
or just a lonely stone?
or simply stoned alone?

naw, just a plain ole rock lookin for a roll....

would a heart of stone be better than no heart at all?
can you share your life with a stone?
can the stone share its life with you?
would it want to?
would you want it to?

it is something in the eyes something that draws me in. that twinkle is back like it used to be. I don't know what to do about those eyes. I don't know what to do about anything. Every time I see her, I wind up crying. What am I feeling? Is it love? Is it lust? Is it just that old promise? Was there...

getting used to time going by
getting used to wondering why
can't get used to life alone
can't get used to your heart of stone.

and another server move.....

I managed to keep the poems and the member names but lost the actual members in the database.

habits....

good or bad,
old and new,

some, like an old pair of shoes,
are very hard to get rid of.

some, like a new pair of shoes,
are very hard to get used to.

well, we're back after another server move.

robert

Hi, thanks for sharing your poem.

Nicely done and if fits the category...Dark.

I hope it is not truly how you are feeling.

luck and joy,
robert

dare, dare, stare, stare, care, care, hare, hare, ...

wait, that is a rabbit,
maybe we should nabbit,
it could become a habbit,
of ...
daring to care about staring at the hare.

good stuff, ah the confusion of not knowing.

robert

I like this one. short and to the point, and upbeat.

robert

glad you got better.

robert

I read this in a very fast tempo, one line after the other, no pauses, no breaths.

That is the way it feels to me. Like a race to get to the end.

robert

Hi all, this is robert. I just wanted to welcome you and ask you to feel free to contribute any of your work. If you do not see a category that yours fits in, then by all means ask me and I will create it. Keep in mind, that this is the internet. Although your work is automatically copyrighted when ...

How about them Yodel Yellers, cain't they pierce? Up in them mountains, hollerin' so fierce. Souotin' them hoo-haws, screamin' them yays, Singin' them yodel-ate-si-yays. Look at them Yodel Yellers, Ain't they vogue Hittin' them high notes, yellin' that yo. Them golden throated Yodel Yellers, Ain't t...

How about them Whisker Flickers, Ain't they wierd? Sittin' there thinkin' and flickin' they beard. Flickin' they goatee, flickin' they muff, Flickin' it gently, flickin' it ruff. Look at them Whisker Flickers, Ain't they a twist? Some use they finger, some use they fist. Them itchy faced Whisker Fli...

How about them Surf Surfs, Ain't they dillies? Bobbin' on the water, like frogs on lilies. Ridin' them waves, racin' them winds, Wipin' them outs, Hangin' they tens. Look at them Surf Surfs, Ain't they fair? Sun burnt bodies, bright yeller hair. Them Sun-touched Surf Surfs, Out o' they gourd, Down o...

How about them Sticker Gitters, Ain't they neat? Gittin' them stickers in they feet. Gittin' them goat-heads, Gittin' them briars, Pickin' them out with sticker pickin' pliers! Look at them Sticker Gitters, Cain't they cuss! Soons git a sticker, Raise a mighty huge fuss. Them tender footed Sticker G...

How about them Moose goosers, Ain't they cluse? Up in them boondocks, goosin' them moose Goosin' them huge moose, goosin' them tiny, Goosin them medlin' moose in they hinny! Look at them Moose goosers, Ain't they dumb? Some use an umbrella, some use they thumb. Them obtuse Moose goosers, sneakin' th...

How about them hog liver likers, ain't they funny guys? Eatin' hog liver soup, eatin hog liver pies. Eatin' them cooked, eatin them raw Eatin' them hog livers suits they craw. Look at them hog liver likers, ain't they a disgrace? Hog liver juice, all over they face. Them pig lickin, high falutin', b...

How about them Ewe Doers, Ain't they news? Down in the pasture a doin' them Ewes. Doin' them big sheeps, doin' them little Doin' them lambs, hi-diddle-diddle! Look at them Ewe Doers, Ain't they creeps? High boots on, chasin' them sheeps. Them hooky dooky Ewe Doers, stompin' through the weeds, movin'...

ow about them doodle dashers, ain't they jewls? Jumpin' out o' bushes, waivin' they tools. Jumpin' out o' palm trees, jumpin' out o' shrubs, Leapin' out o' flowerbeds, waivin' they nubs. Look at them doodle dashers, ain't they queer, flagin' they tally-wacker, then disappear. Them ever-lovin' doodle...

How about them Duck Pluckers, Ain't they a shmucks? Pluckin' them fearthers off 'o them ducks. Pluckin' them Mallards, pluckin' them Coots, Pluckin' they duck hairs out by the roots! Look at them Duck Pluckers, Ain't they theifs? Some use tweezers, Some use a teeth. Them feather pluckin' Duck Plucke...

How about them beaver cleavers, ain't they rank? Cleavin' them beavers down on the bank. Cleavin' they heads and cleavin' they spine, Bonkin' them beavers, ev'ry one they find. Look at beaver cleavers ain't they a shock? Some use a ball-peen, some use a rock. Them ever clever beaver cleavers hidin' ...

Them Banjo Pickers, mighty funny ways, Same damn song, three or four days Them Banjo Pickers, all they know, Cumberland Gap, and Do-Si-Do, Them Banjo Pickers, talkin' 'bout strings, Banjo pegs, other such things! Them Banjo Pickers, poker-faced mugs, Never do smile, just play scruggs! Them Banjo Pic...

How about Them Tummy Gummers ain't they dummies? Havin' they fun a gummun' they tummies. Gummin them paunches out o' they mind Runnin' 'round shoutin' "It's tummy gummin' time" Look at them Them Tummy Gummers lurkin' in the yard, Waintin' for a jelly belly, catch it off guard. Them hell-be...

How about them Dog Kickers, Ain't they a crumbs? Kickin' them doggies in they buns. Kickin' them Afghans, kickin' them mutts, Kickin' them puppy dogs poor little butts! Look at them Dog Kickers, Ain't they Cute? Some use a shower shoe, Some use a boot. Them dad gum Dog Kickers, Ain't they mean, Run ...

How about them Sand Pickers, Ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, Pickin' in the sand Pickin' in the wet sand, Pickin in the dry, Pickin' it fiercely, look at it fly! Look at them Sand Pickers, Ain't they slick? Some use they fingers, some use a stick. Them Seashore Sand Pickers, Ain't they ...

How about Hors D'oeuvres, Ain't they sweet?
Little piece of cheese, Little piece of meat!

How about them Stamp Lickers, Ain't they champs? Drool, slurp slobber, lickin' them stamps. Lickin' them green stamps, lickin' them blue, Lickin' that paper, eatin' that glue! Look at them Stamp Lickers, Ain't they gung-ho! Lickin' them thrift stamps with they tongue -y-o. Them lolly guggle Stamp Li...

How about them Lunch Toters, Ain't they a bunch? Goin off to work, a totin' they lunch. Totin' them vittles, Totin' that chow, Eatin' it later, totin' it now! Look at them Lunch Toters, Ain't they funny? Some use a paper sack, Some use a gunny. Them food frugal Lunch Toters, Ain't they wise? Totin' ...

How about them Toad Suckers, Ain't they clods? Sittin' there suckin' them green taody frogs. Suckin' them hopper toads, suckin' them chunckers, Suckin' them leapy types, suckin' them plunkers. Look at them Toad Suckers, Ain't they snappy? Suckin' them bog Frogs, sure makes them happy. Them hugger mu...

falling off would be to easy,

just to give up, not a care,

but staying on, riding it out,

man, what a thrill, do I dare?

peanut butter on the track,

better clean it off.

better to stay on track,

than to fall off.

This only takes a minute and its fun. Please don't be a bore and ruin it. Send it onto everyone you know including the person that sent it to you. Sometimes when you have a stressful day or week, you need some silliness to break up the day. Here is your dose... Follow the instructions to find your n...

A single lonely leaf
hanging on.
Waiting for the next breeze
to set it free.

Sure, I have dark things inside. Things from the past. Pain Regret Sorrow But you don't want to know them. I don't want to give them life by putting them on the page. Why do that? They are there, I know it. Leave them alone, they are just fine where they are. Instead, let's think about now. About ho...

Ok, I am going to write a poem. Here we go .... Wait, it's coming.... just a little bit longer.... I know it will be good.... Man, I just can't wait.... Ok, here it comes. Almost.... Get ready..... Well crap, it went away. Sorry about that. wait, what was that? Did you hear that? It sounded like a p...

Life is kinda like a box of chocolates
as someone once said.

If you stay out in the heat too long,
you just turn into a big brown lump.

robert

There was the flash then the primal fear the deep , dark , abject , fear . All I could do was growl, all I could see was the flame . Then it was gone, there was only pain, only resolution... Let's just get on with the healing . Life has always had to go on, no matter what, no matter who, no matter ...

HEY WHAT CAN I SAY MY NIGHTMARES ARE WICKED BESIDES THAT, I AM A FAN OF HORROR ABBY I used to be a big fan of horror. I still am, but mainly in the kind that makes you think and/or is unexpected. I started watching horror movies when I was still small enough to hide in the floorboards of the car ( ...

definitely in the right category

thanks,

robert

HMMMM DID I JUST READ THIS ONE ELSEWHERE REGARDLESS SHORT, BUT MEANINGFUL THANKS FOR SHARING, ABBY www.poetrypoem.com/glasshouse well, I wrote it some time ago. It has been published here and at Kara Dawns site and that is all as far as I know. by the way. thanks for all the posts and comments. the...

OK I SIGNED IN JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, BEING THAT I HAVE A HARD TIME SEEING I TYPE IN CAPS OK BUT I TYPE LOWER CASE IN POETRY *ALSO IS IT ALRIGHT THAT I PUT PICS W/MY POETRY IF NOT THATS FINE, LET ME KNOW ABBY www.poetrypoem.com/glasshouse the caps are no probem and the pics are no problem. I would o...

Anonymous wrote:A ROOM WITH A VIEW, JUST READ IT AND IT'S REALLY GOOD
I CAN RELATE TO THIS TYPE OF WRITING!

WELL DONE,
ABBY/GLASSHOUSE

www.poetrypoem.com/glasshouse

PS: Will return and read more tomorrow

Thanks Abby, your stuff is pretty amazing.

robert

Hi fellow bards, I am here because, When life gets hard, I need a pause. A pause to reflect, on the world around me, and not to neglect, the things that astound me. So be aware of the here, and be aware of the there, But don't forget the you, that is neither here nor there, but is somewhere. Leave u...

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock NOW ... is suddently the past. Today wil be yesterday, tomorrow. Time just doesn't last. Worry about what's happening now, not what happened before. Get rid of the long gone problems, kick them out the door. Each day is full of promise! of many great things to come. The world i...

This is more an essay than a poem, but as I was reading all these "Dark Poetry"; I am filled with sadness for those that are filled with sadness. As I absorb the pain, the despair, the lonliness, I cry out. I am filled with anger for those that want to leave it all behind. I am filled with hope for ...

pain
hurt
frustration
jealousy
confusion
fear
love
hate
why me
why you

why

robert adams

You are:

All That I Am

All That I Need

All That I Want

and

All That I Ever Will Be

robert adams

I remember your smile.... and I cry. I remember your touch.... and I cry. I remember your laugh... and I cry. I remember your tears... and I cry. I remember your hair... and I cry. I remember your lips... and I cry. I remember your eyes... and I cry. and yet... I rejoice in my memories of you!!!

Two hearts, so full of love
Two hearts, so full of hope
Two hearts, so full of promise
Two hearts, so full of each other.

robert adams

Room With A View I sit in my room-alone and lonely afraid to venture out, half afraid to venture inward. This room is my sanctuary or is it my prison? Some days I love the solitude, some nights I hate the emptiness. It can be so big I can't find myself or so small I can't get away from myself. My r...

I LOVE YOU!
EVEN WHEN I BITCH
AND MOAN AND GROAN
ABOUT THINGS THAT DON'T MATTER
BUT THEY DO MATTER
ONLY NOT NEARLY AS MUCH
AFTERWARDS.

NOTHING YOU COULD DO OR I MIGHT SAY
COULD CHANGE MY LOVE FOR YOU!!

robert adams

There seems to be a lump in my throat; It wasn't there before. Before I thought of you. Isn't that strange, a tear; It wasn't there a moment ago. The moment before I thought of you. My heart is pounding so fast; just all of a sudden. When I suddenly thought of you. Look what thoughts can do; when no...

I pause to reflect
on life and love
on hate and death
on good and evil
on happy and sad
mmmmmmmmmm......

OK, I'm done now.

robert adams

Old lines
Old rhymes
Lost loves
Lost times
Broken hearts
Broken promises
Sharp words
Sharp tongues
Sad eyes
Sad looks

I gotta quit reading my old stuff!

robert adams

Poetry is just words man, they don't have to rhyme or even keep time. They don't have to mean anything ....to you. Words can be beautiful or very ugly. A word is but a thought captured forever until it is erased. Would you call these ramblings poetry. I wouldn't, It's just words, man. robert adams

Has it been a year? seems like only a day. or maybe eternity. I miss you so much sometimes my heart hurts. I've loved you all my life even before we met. The kind of deep, complete love I can never forget or regret. At times I want to die without you. or live without you. robert adams

need to write something new something that may not rhyme or even be in time but just might no new love to shout about no lost love to cry over lots and lots of joy in the world I'll just shout and cry about that JOY JOY JOY it's everywhere In the laughter of a young girl In the smile of those watchi...

Post whatever you want in here.
Just keep it civil, no ads, etc, you know the drill.

robert

Just a little noise to pass the time
I really don't have anything to say
Sometimes I just want to ryhme
It is just one of those days.

robert

Hi all, welcome to the new Poetry from the Heart site.
The old site went the way of all good databases.
One little click and, POOF, it was gone.

oh well,

robert

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