Poems without Explanations.

[Discount Bassy]

Yup.

 

[Discount Bassy]

Lone conversations.
Seldom spoken. Left unsaid.
Forgotten treasure.

 

[bholder]

Crushed between the pages
of an old romance
would a rose, by any other name,
be as dead?

 

[Discount Bassy]

Pursuing desire:
Sanctum betrayed. Center lost.
Love begs discipline.

 

[Killing Floor]

I had that dream again last night
The one where I can fly
I am just man, I will never fly
But I can lift you up

 

[Discount Bassy]

Voice from the ether:
Blind men see walls as guidance.
Voices from within.

 

[ImTheOnlyOne]

Although I don't know him
This guy wrote a poem
That reached in and tugged at my heart

With no explanation
Without hesitation
I ask you what passes for art

 

[Winslow]

A pacemaker set to start zappin'
Goes off when low BPM's happen.
Most of the time,
It works out just fine,
Except for the shock when you're nappin'.

 

[dwm74]

There once was a man from Nantucket,

Er, nevermind.

 

[ImTheOnlyOne]

There once was a man from Nantucket,

Er, nevermind.

Arrived with a mop and a bucket
Clean up aisle four
As I ran out the door
Saying not my problem, man

 

[dwm74]

Arrived with a mop and a bucket
Clean up aisle four
As I ran out the door
Saying not my problem, man

Much cleaner than the one I started typing...

 

[Winslow]

Much cleaner than the one I started typing...

Some may recall my previous demonstrations that it can be done...

There was a young maid from Nantucket,
Who carried her bass in a bucket.
She wandered around,
Producing low sounds,
While wearing her T-shirt untuck'ed.
https://www.talkbass.com/threads/the-random-thought-megathread.1247598/page-551#post-23067388

~ And later... ~

From Nantucket, journeyed our maid,
In search of employment that paid.
The bar owner told her,
She could play for "exposure,"
But that wasn't her kind of trade.
https://www.talkbass.com/threads/the-random-thought-megathread.1247598/page-551#post-23067684

 

[ImTheOnlyOne]

Please baby, I can explain
Shhh shush s'not w'dit seems
Ooh baby, open your mind
Baby remind you
Explanation unwind you
Blinding your eyes with a dream

 

[Tom Bomb]

Prose — do it on one line. Hold the line. I wonder where the lines are. Gird your lines. I ain't line.​

 

[Discount Bassy]

Born chained to the oar,
Eyes fixed. Searching for sail cloth.
Death breathes the wind's song.

 

[Tom Bomb]

Taut by means

of syllable stress

leaks through skin

​

 

[Discount Bassy]

I watch my left hand,
Ever curious. Enrapt.
What will it do next?

 

[Winslow]

It's not right,
But it's okay.

 

[Discount Bassy]

A party invite brings disaster,
Alarm and the room spinning faster.
A few clever words
Only scatter the birds.
My ashen hue, now alabaster.

 

[Discount Bassy]

My Wendy, now buff and refitted.
Time will leave some wounds re-gritted.
We met in a bar
And had fun in her car.
She left me when I was committed.