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04-10-2005, 04:39 AM
I did this 10 minute exercise in a workshop I attended. Take the title, I AM FROM and go from there. Just start telling where you are from and go back to the title as often or as seldom as you wish. Start with I am From and go crazy...ten minutes. No editing, no holding yourself back...

I Am From

I am from the rusty Miramichi,

Which swells and contracts to the heartbeat of the distant moon.

I am from the smiling lips of Shakespeare,

Who tells the young lover to look up into the night and shout:

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?”

I am from that most ancient of minds.

“It is the East,” I say, and I am from the sun.

“Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,” which I am also from.

I am from the liquid reason of Neruda’s lines.

I am from the forest creatures

Who beat a path to my door,

Calling out my name through the darkness

Of night’s great blanket.

I am from the place where dreams die.

I am from a woman who is strong and dark and proud…

A woman of the soil who tells me that what doesn’t kill us

Makes us weaker, but more determined.

I am from that smell that escapes

Off the tattered spines of books

In the ancient library.

I am from the sadness that breathes in loneliness

And the happiness that comes with remembering the dead.

I am from anger,

Mounted foolishly out of false pride.

I am from the crumbling mountains

That yearn to be flat.

I am from Icarus,

The melted wax of his fallen dreams.

I am from the bridge we left behind

As the last Autumn leaves finished falling.



William Haskins
04-10-2005, 05:02 AM
i thought this thread would be about lifting glasses of scotch.

04-10-2005, 05:16 AM
Sorry... I got inspired by the words 'poetry exercise' instead...


Poetry Exercises

Lift ten words
Raise, erect, heighten, increase, levitate,
inspire, power, uplift, carry, elevate,

Now stretch ten
brilllll, thrillll, spilllll, willlll, chillllll
hisssss. yesssss, dressss, presssss, lessssss,

Now curl into a ball


04-10-2005, 02:23 PM
I am from the rusty Miramichi,

Which swells and contracts to the heartbeat of the distant moon.
I am from the smiling lips of Shakespeare,
Who tells the young lover to look up into the night and shout:
“But soft! Hark! What light through yonder window breaks?”
Pleant to read and yes it gives that ewtra picture.

Just put in 'hark' when you talk about Sheakspear ... oee big guy! He likes it!

04-10-2005, 02:26 PM
I know 'hark' isn't in the original verse ... but you didn't really want to challenge Sheakspear, no? Oeef! I like the poem!

04-10-2005, 05:52 PM
LOL! It's funny. Ive noticed that a lot of people who quote that line often put in Hark instead of "but soft". For you I will add the hark. And Alpha...That was REALLY cool! Loved it.

10-23-2005, 01:01 AM
I am from a place you've never been before
My eyes have seen things no one should ever see

Created from the dust of distant galaxies
Freedom flows with every breath I take and leave

If you ran across a blazing trail of stardust
If you found a place of peace and tranquility

You've missed a turn and passed right on by me
Back up and take the next road that you see

I am from a place lonely and long distant
Farther than imagination's cast can find

Look a little deeper inside your psyche
We might be cousins from another time.

In my world ten minutes passes slowly
An hour is as long as eternity

Should you ever dare to come and visit
Beware - you may find it hard to leave.

I think I'm at the end of this little exercise
I find I still have 2 minutes left to go

KTC - thank you for the inspiration
If I'm published I'll be sure to let you know.

10-23-2005, 03:40 AM
I am from private
I lost the gold key
I am from Catholic
but no longer be
I am from family
All grown up alone
I am from searching
in poem after poem
I am from college
a Masters Degree
I am from acting
to be not to be
I am from drinking
The bottle went dry
I am from cocaine
I said goodbye
I am from eating
And ordering in
I am from diets
won't ever be thin
I am from illness
no one is safe
I am from cynic
lost ideals chafe
I am from sisters
Share the same heart
I am from hoping
not yet a dead art
I am from why
the questions repeat
I am from f**k you
my words of defeat
I am from laughter
my kind of prayer
I am from music
no matter where
I am from missing
the joy of a child
I am from kissing
in young days of wild
I am from honest
I am from sad
I am from country
I am from mad
I am from fear
left it behind
I am from loving
I am from kind
I am from friendship
I am from no grind
I am from children
I am from I can
I am from writing
I am from I am

whew... forgot the time... scary, I could have gone on and on.... but right now, I am from Shut up!

Great exercise.

10-23-2005, 04:41 AM
I am from prose into poetry
I am from madness into sanity
I am from hatred into peace

I am from anguish into ecstacy
I am from isolation into company
I am from doubt into belief

I am from dischord into harmony
I am from solo into symphony
I am from restraint into release

10-23-2005, 07:18 PM
Thanks KTC! Great thread!


I am from distant places with little known names,

That resonate with common folk

Who go about their daily business,

With the usual problems and usual secrets.

I am from fear and ambition,

Hope and disappointment too,

A desire for recognition

That bubbles furiously on the backburner of humility.

I am from love.

Nervous, cautious love that wants to shout from

The hill tops but fears opening its mouth for

Fear of rejection.

I am from contentment and a partner

Who has been my rock,

Who has helped me rebuild my house

After the sand it was founded on

Washed away.

I am from people and their potential.

Seeing my mistakes, I have found ways

To help others cope with theirs,

Or avoid them and in doing so,

Live vicariously in the pleasure

Of small successes.

I am from the future

And all it has to offer -

If I can but follow the path.

I am from the journey.

10-23-2005, 09:56 PM
I just want to say that this exercise has a way of getting us closer to a more truthful voice, possibly producing images or thoughts...splinters ....that may be the beginnings of new poems. Your poem, Teddy, however, is a poem complete and I love it!

10-23-2005, 11:02 PM
I am from wind
whispering in your ears.
I am from rocks
solid and always strong.
I am from trees
sacred and life-giving.
I am from sun
warm and surrounding.
I am from sky
endless and changing.
I am from grass
sweet, swishing and golden.
I am from sand
broken yet endless.
I am from flowers
fragrant and feminine.
I am from thunder
angry and crashing.
I am from stars
sparkling and falling.
I am from moon
waxing and waning.
I am from snow
pure and soulful.
I am from clouds
soft and ever moving.
I am from mother
nurture and love
I am from father
strong and sure.

10-23-2005, 11:47 PM
Not Edited...first shot...no cheating...(sheesh!)

I am from
my mother's womb
with much courage and fortitude
did she bring me into this world
on love's wings did she protect me

At first she nurtured me
held me, fed me
fought my battles for me
held me when I cried and hurt
Though no memory of this do I have
I know
I am from that place

Then as my small legs began to grow
my father took my hand
and walked me along paths
that others dare not follow
taught me not to be afraid
and life would be what I made it
I am from that place

I am from a warm home full of love
with holding and kisses and comfort
Understanding of pain
Forgiving of mistakes
Supportive of ideas

I am from a place I no longer remember
with full clarity
It remains a memory
Full of music and sunny days
Baseball bats and swimming pools
Laughter and friendship
Warmth and understanding
Strong hugs and great kisses
I am from that place

I am from a place that demands only
One be all they were meant to be
Constantly striving
To take the place I was from
and make that the place I am going to

I am from a place
where I want my children to say
with smiles and tears to their children
I am from a place
where my father held me with love

I am from a place
which will be the place my children's children
well go back to

10-24-2005, 12:06 AM
I am glad this thread was brought up from its quick death! Everybody's version is truely incredible. I think the prompt is one that inspires us to speak from that place in us that we rarely glimpse, that Namaste in all of us. I still remember how mesmerized I was by the prompt when I did it. It's a fabulous leaping off place and your poems show this incredibly! Amazing work all!

10-25-2005, 07:01 PM
This thread and ( for me personally) the poetry game have been really useful tools for me. I hope that others who have such good ideas will continue to post them. Thanks again KTC and Scullars!

10-25-2005, 07:47 PM
How do you people know where you from! How can one know this? I mostly have the feeling I am lost. The mind calculates while the spirit, whoosh, its long gone in the wind. Is this 'freedom' of knowing an ideal? Mostly I admire people that 'know' wwhat they are and where they are from. Yet that seems like too much of a prison to me also. Being bounded up in the knowledge that you are made of this and that stone and am from there. Isn't that hampering a person? You then have to be and act that what you are and being and being who/what/from where you are is always more than that. But ok, there's that poetic sense ... that's a dream. Yes that's a wish.

Am I missing the point here?

10-25-2005, 07:50 PM
Am I missing the point here?

Yes, you are. But that's okay. We love you anyway, Aspier.

10-27-2005, 01:33 AM

My friend--take your post, write it in poetry form. Voila!! A poem! It's how you write (and I assume speak) all the time, like a poem.
Your pal

10-27-2005, 04:44 AM
Paint has a good point, my friend A! You are poetic in all of your posts. The idea of I AM FROM is that each time you sit down to write a poem from that leaping off spot you are someone new, someone different than the last time you did it. You tell, in poetic form, what is close to your heart at the moment of the telling. I will do one...

10-27-2005, 04:49 AM
I am from the wet leaves
dangling from limbs
that brush against my windows.
I am from the sound
that is not a sound
when a sleek white canoe
slices through the morning calm.
I am from the feeling one gets
when beach sand glides through their fingers
tickling their outstretched toes as it falls.
I am from that river,
that always present and tumultuous river
that flows through my veins
just as it did through the veins
of my many ancestors.
I am from that MicMac woman,
dark and high-cheeked,
proud but hidden in lore.
I am from the sun
as it threatens to reach down
and caress the morning dew
from the browning fall grass.
I am from that place
reachable only by reason
that I fall to
when day turns to darkness
and I am no longer held up
to the scrutiny of others.
I am from,
still and always,
that bridge
I can just make out...
from the lost memories
of my long ago past.

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
10-27-2005, 05:04 AM
I am from over there
where I can't go

Eliel Takavian
10-27-2005, 07:17 AM
I am from wind and ice
I am from wolf track and fir tree
Blizzard and frostbite
Cold autumn and long dark nights
I am from forest and river

I am from sun and earth
I am from asphalt and leather
Sweat stain and bruises
Warm summer and cool soft evenings
I am from park and sidewalk

I am from cloud and rain
I am from sea salt and white sand
Typhoon and sunburn
Hot winter and bright lightning strikes
I am from beach and ocean

I am from imagination
I am from love
I am from wonder
I am from mercy

10-28-2005, 12:35 AM
I am from a place so weary
crying for peace
from a place of war
children become men
with guns in their hand.

I am history
repeating itself
sleeping in denial.

This time it's different
more important.
Still lives are over
Families broken like glass.

10-28-2005, 07:30 AM
How do you people know where you from! How can one know this? I mostly have the feeling I am lost. The mind calculates while the spirit, whoosh, its long gone in the wind. Is this 'freedom' of knowing an ideal? Mostly I admire people that 'know' wwhat they are and where they are from. Yet that seems like too much of a prison to me also. Being bounded up in the knowledge that you are made of this and that stone and am from there. Isn't that hampering a person? You then have to be and act that what you are and being and being who/what/from where you are is always more than that. But ok, there's that poetic sense ... that's a dream. Yes that's a wish.

Am I missing the point here?

Aspier, won't you do one... starting with the line

I am from shoes


I am from red shoes


10-29-2005, 09:42 PM
Aspier, won't you do one... starting with the line

I am from shoes


I am from red shoes


Oh Cassie, my darling! I told you I am lost! My view of poetry is so different from everybody's ... I cannot do exercises or compititions = sit down and write about something. Poetry for me is something like a seance. I then, priest doing a ritual and resurrecting words in a sort of Necro Poetica using 'words said and cold' and 'bring them to life' in new contexts.

But ok, I will post here something re what you asked: a shoe (+ being lost). NOW THAT will cost you a shoe fiction picture series! (To see whhat that is look here for examples! Those shoes are all from honourable muses form WRITE! YOURS is the only one that still fails! Oeeee go for it! Yesssssssss! Make one and mail it to me! I'll make you a beautiful page too with blurb + write up = URL = http://users.skynet.be/spier/excerpts.htm And by the way, your poetry! Why not look at this too? http://users.skynet.be/spier/argoboatindex.htm)

psychogenetic fugue (and the shoe)

Leaving home leaving no trace
Aphasia I have forgotten your name

Oh Apraxia for you the blame
the key I found of you I now have forgotten
how to unlock your heart

Agnosia sweet, its you who came
you who tease tying my shoelaces
for me and fête and panty

its for me and the taking to home
but worst of all and by and bye
and in the glass I have forgotten what you're …


10-29-2005, 10:59 PM
Another try!

I am from her red shoes
I am from her white shoes
I am from when water
but oh

most of all I am
from her 2 Camoes Voze red Muse's shoes


and her

[Have I got it write?]


10-29-2005, 11:29 PM
Oh, Aspier. You are the darling and I love the poem you've given us.

"You who tease tying my shoelaces..."

"In the glass I have forgotten ......"

Talk to me!

I have gone to the argo boat and will be honored to send when I have written more...
And I'll go to your site to find out more... I'd love to be a part of it. Thank you!

10-30-2005, 12:18 AM
Aspier, just revisited "pas partout" .. It's been some time since I replied to your first (?) post. And now I see you've finished the puzzle, each word fitting where it should... just incredible. But one of my favorite parts was and still is ..even more so, the Librarian. I'm blown away and riveted to each word, both at the same time! Bravo!

Sorry to highjack this thread... back to the exercise.

10-30-2005, 12:33 AM
Tnx for the nice words! And exervises ... sizes, I do admire people who really can get a lead and then just wham poem a poem from it! KTC's done a strong piece by starting this thread. Actually, everybody who had posted sofar ... well they good! Its my handicap I know. Probably not brain size enough to reach some kind of level I think!

10-31-2005, 04:34 AM
Aspier, there is no questioning your brain size - since I happen to know that you are working in English - which happens to be your third language! Most people would be happy to produce what you produce in their first language!
Perhaps we should be writing something like this about you:

'I am from lingual complexity,
The proliferation of syntax,
vocabulary of myriad roots,
suggestion of diversity,
hint of multiplicity,
of the melting pot I am.
Let me now speak
in tongues,
varied and clear,
I am from ambiguity
I am from a complicit idea
that coagulates on the tip of my tongue
and achieving viscosity
pours forth,
suggesting veiled notions
conceived in words that have no translation,
but that convey a feeling,
a sense.
I am from the amalgam,
burgeoning with meaning,
exploding onto the page
with original thought,
desperate to escape the embryo,
to gain a foothold,
to not only live, but to live brilliantly,
I am from the smell that is familiar,
so clear that I salivate in seeking its name.
I am from life, that against all odds,
overcomes death,
to flourish.'

OK now who else is willing to tell us where they're from, now that Argo has done it in his third language?
PS Argo - how about giving us something in your first two languages with a translation after you write? Just a thought!

10-31-2005, 10:56 AM
Richardo - Smile + tnx for the comment but yes there's a 'I am' problem with me in those areas too! Definitely a brain thing!

I am
I am probably
I am probably too
I am probably too not good
I am probably too not good in those areas


I am probably too too much
in Babylon

when I am

[But from this link (those who are interested) http://users.skynet.be/spier/oeuvredownload.htm one can browse the publication 'RAAm' which contains a kind of 2001 Kubruckian Space Oddessy in 5 languages. Just click on 'raam masterfile' and whoosh the whole 117 pages should come up on your computer's word I think! I am however sad to say, those multi-language poems stories, never works really.]

10-31-2005, 05:05 PM
Goede morgen, Aspier

Ik heb vanmorgen Raam een klein betje gelesen en Ik wil 'kudos' seg naar jij.
Ongelovelijk! En goed gedann jonge!
( Hier kan je wel siehen dat ik kan bijna nichts in mijn twede taal schrijven, maar ik dag dat ik sou probieren!)
Ik kon een betje Nederlands conversatie geven twintig jaar geleden,maar nu is't wel weg! Wat jammer! Ik moet een betje oefaniningen (?) doen.



Anyway back to the thread. As everyone can see I have visited Holland ( and South Africa), but 'I am not from' those places.
If you have not already done so and are reading this please contribute a poem to this thread ( conceived by KTC) beginning:

'I am from.......

10-31-2005, 05:19 PM
Wow great! Natuurlijk zit je goed! Enfi, wie zou dit nu gedacht hebben! Je bent wel van Nederland afkomstig en niet Vlaanderen. Zie ik aan je taal. Smile! Hebt ge dit versie van RAAm al gezien! http://users.skynet.be/spier/artraam.htm

11-04-2005, 05:46 PM
I am from the the middle
not an ending or beginning
I'm not the first - won't be the last.

I am from the center-
a place where
edges aren't apparant
I'm surrounded and engulfed
by what comes before
and after

I am from the core
of time and space and thought
cushioned in my status
as neither
be-all or end-all

*this was fun - but ten minutes was not enough for me to communicate an idea and make the language beautiful. I'm really impressed by what other produced...

11-05-2005, 08:15 AM
Rebecca, welcome! There is certainly merit in your thinking here and I would encourage you to follow through with these ideas and spend more time on them. One small aside - and I am often guilty myself of this, but try and proof read your posts and make sure that there are no typos as they unfortunately tend to detract from what otherwise may be a good piece. All the best, Ricahardo.

PS Who else can follow KTC's excellent prompt and give us an 'I am from' piece?

11-05-2005, 08:03 PM
I am from dust,
and yet I am a seed,
not yet germinated.

I have been warmed by the scorching sun;
and the chilling north winds have caused
me to withdraw, and hide away.

I am waiting alone, as helpless
as a corpse in a casket, yet,
I am not dead.

All I need is for your sweet necter
to be poured down, sinking deep
within me.

Then I will spring roots, and clutch
the soil, and push myself through
the surface seeking sunshine and air.

I am ready for the butterflies and
bees to draw life from me, and a
place where ants find shade.

I will become a rose in a
flowerbed, not thorny, with
tender petals only.

And then the beautiful women will
dance over me, and tell me
how beautiful I am to behold.

11-06-2005, 09:52 PM
I am bound
knowing borders

I am fenced in
fearsome chaos

I am asleep
waiting for destruction

I am not in control
compulsive desire

I am willing
new beginnings

I am open
to all that is light

I am hope
held up

11-22-2005, 05:35 AM
*****Lost in Transit Poetry from The Poetry Exercise Thread*****

By kdncdr

Wind of Love

i am from the Breath
blown from lips
of Love;
blown from up above.

breath to breath
we become
in communion,
breath for breath
we pass
the Love,
even as a human.


i am from the wind
that swirls the snow
on black tarmac.

i am from the noiseless clatter
of cuttlery falling
when seen through a window
on a cold winter night.

i am from mountains
spitting out waterfalls
reaching into the sky
for its endless supply.

i am from
the wreckless abandonment
so easily achieved
when anger takes the wheel.

i am from oceans
of dark regret
swelling in response
to endless disappointment.

i am from a quiet rain
washing over solitude
melting memory
into liquid angst.

i am from the beginning
when all things combined
into clumsy oneness
unafraid of separation.

i am from me
that quiet moment
when all is known
and uncertainty disolves.


I am from the ancients
the ones who walked the ocean floor

With new formed hands and feet
Wondering about the joy of breath

I am the brave and courageous
who took the risk of dying

I am a seeker and believer
left water to the fearsome and new

I am a changer who left gills
for the wonder of the land.

By GUY1782

I am from dance
drifting till death
I flew from the heights of the winds that were blown

I am from nothing
but now I am here
something from nothing has come that is clear

I am from time
seeking a place
emptiness filling with hollowing space

drifting through life
as I dance into death
blowing on winds from the heights that I flew.

AND... should we move this to the Poetry Critique room now? Three votes to take it over gets it over there.. so PM me your votes and if enough want it it goes... (Each 'don't take it over there' will cancel out a 'take it' vote IF the person has a poem in-thread)

All Journey
11-24-2005, 09:04 PM
I am obviously subtle.

I am unconsciously aware that

I am about to eat far too much.

04-11-2007, 02:17 AM
i am from my own mind.
some say here,
others, somewhere else.

my own mind -
contradiction, itinerant,
mixed-up - bonafide,
i can't be satisfied.

i am from my own mind -
i long to swing hammers all day,
sing songs of the levees
and jukes.
sing, commend my loneliness -
my freedom.
(she's better off)

allen ginsberg, america -
i can't stand my own mind

04-11-2007, 02:38 AM
I am from an open
gaping, salivating wound,
forced through this opening
against my will,

I am from distorted
realms, surreal and querying,
repressed, depressed, oppressed
in frills,

I am from a casket
timbered, catered for dead skin
purged and redeemed
in incessant trial,

I am from the spider web state
of unchastely virgin muck
and choose to stay
in antebellum until the wager ends,

04-11-2007, 07:01 AM
I am from before
when the darkness
carried life

I am from the end
that created this

I am from starlight
from distant quasars

I am from hope
and hopelessness
in union

I am from elements
fire, water, earth, air

I am from five
and from seven

I am from yesterdays,
tomorrows and time

I am from and to
and travels

I am from being,
spirits, shadows, and

I am from and from
and from

04-11-2007, 05:20 PM
I am from the ancient mountains.
Months overdue, I choose my own time.
Born to snow and to magic,
passion for the weak
burns in my mind.
Tears sting my eyes,
from watching destiny.

I am from hunger of knowledge,
old before my time,
much too wise,
much too kind.
I don't believe it, but I do.
I will fight for you,
even when you think
it's all just windmills.

I am from strength and sickness
and where I walk no one
is left untouched,
but I speak too often
and too much is said.
I know it is so,
I cannot heal,
still I have the words
of a healer.

I am from survival, always looking out.
The wolf-cubs, the wee ones
they fear my kind.
It is not in my nature to be
ignorant and foolhardy.
I wish not to hurt them so I
do not mess with the body,
but the mind.

I am from power and strong will,
though I can appear to be weak.
The hunters are prey
in my chess game of destiny.
I told you I see?
Well, I SEE.
And I know,
how it's all meant to be.

I am from magic.
I am the storm.
I am from candles
I disperse the dark.

Then I walk
in shades of gray,
waiting for another day
to make a difference.


Really free flow, not structured at all, but oh well. I don't know if it was ten minutes, but I'm done. ^o^

04-12-2007, 12:06 PM
I am from my head
beyond my eyes
and within the eaves
of my hairy heart

There is no wanting
or wandering
in this sullen land
behind my brow

you see me now

I am from the first
your thirst
and we do our worst
more than we e'er durst

and these lines are cursed

And you are my companion
across the canyon
within the shelves
between ourselves

I am from the pain
I seek, and I complain
the furious night of mares
forbids me to explain

I miss you as you
listen to the rain

Under the sea of sulk
I flop my heaving bulk
upon a sad divan
because you said you can

forget me

04-12-2007, 01:13 PM
i am from my hands,
my mind is who i wish i was.
my day hands, worn.
they explore the night,

i am from my hands,
they create me, transcribe my mind.
my hands,
good for nothing but imperfection.

04-13-2007, 03:39 AM
I am from nothing
Emptiness in form,
space in-between
my solid definitions.

I am from vibration
matrix of sound.
Drumbeat core
The tingle of signals

I am from dance
Molecules in motion
Keeping time -
A microscopic minuet

I am from reactions
Chemical or otherwise
my density decreasing
with each interaction

04-13-2007, 06:20 AM
I am from spilled biopsies and
sunshine cried on Mondays;
I am from prayers to
ghosts and empty chapels,
and I am from sheets
scrubbed with Down and
the quiet of
sunrise yawning
over quiet, quiet

I am from the bleed
of tricycles
on June sidewalks, shaken
with Polaroid snapshots of
Kelly chasing Collin, the grill
licking flames into
the still, still

I am from
bittersweet Mars,
the ruby clouds and the
sadness; I am from hushed
liftoff and the pitter-patter
of new life, Polaroids and
crosses in palm--waiting for
the certain, certain

04-14-2007, 03:50 AM
Well, I'm prepared to embarass myself completely here - I'm a novice with poetry. However, here goes:

I am from the streams
That flood the plains

I am from the dark sod
That nurtures the seed

I am from the trees
In which the birds sing

I am from metal
The gold and the lead

I am from the flames
That flicker and dance

I am the air and the sea
The sap and the silver
I burn within all
All burn within me

04-14-2007, 04:05 AM
I am from Pontefradgious Mercadamia
I am from Saskatoon
I am from Moose Jaw and New York
I am from Robert Ryan
I am from Fatty Arbuckle
I am from Stan laurel
I am from Enrico Caruso
I am from Pontyprid & Cardiff
I am from John F. Kennedy and Macarthy, Johnson and Co.
I am from Vietnam and a family of murderers
I am from Vietnam and I am a victim
I am from Blowfish Kentucky and Saginaw
I am from the Ku Klux Klan and Martin Luther King
I am from the Blues Brothers and Tristan and Isolde
I am from static electricity to nuclear fision
I am from the devil and god
I am from the believer to the atheist
I am from the round the bend club
I am from the jollies to suicide and the never a care club
I am from the jollies to suicide and the care way too much club
I am from the whore house and the church to the bellfree and the salloon
I am from the Art Deco to the halls of Montezuma
I am from the cinema noir to the Metropolitan Opera with stops at the train station of Laurel and Hardy Illinois to the Marx Brothers Pa.
I am from the never come back to almost there
I am from the I don't care to what's on your mind
I am from the see ya later I gotta go to hang around maybe I can help a bit
I am from the bye bye have a nice day time to shut-up and watch my navel and you and me

04-15-2007, 05:55 AM
I am from a whispered prayer
I am from a dream world
I am from longing
I am from the heart
I am from the soul
I am from the body
of a sixteen year old girl
made real by
the frantic fumbling
of a seventeen year old boy.

I am named with meaning
"joyous gift from God"
the answer to a whispered prayer
the reality of a dream made real
I fulfilled longing
I filled an empty heart
I nurtured a hurting soul
I am treasured.
I am protected.
I am beloved.
I am daughter.

I am daughter.

I am a gift from God.

04-15-2007, 06:17 AM
down the road well traveled
up the creek without a paddle
in a hole and can't get up
a secret garden spot

where the wind blows recklessly
over in a valley
another world of my construction
a place you might not want to be

a long line of history
the place of no return
another planet, another chance
chasing a setting sun

04-16-2007, 05:53 AM
I am from lifetimes,
some- mindlessly lived;
I am now
this moment
mind-blisteringly alive
I am

A. Hamilton
04-16-2007, 10:36 AM
I am from the audience
spying on your critics
will they hear your story?
will they wipe your tears?

I am from the pain you sing
the memory flash-frozen
will the chords be strong enough
to bind your heart together?

I am dancing feet
and waving arms
in drum beat-driven
frenzied cries of joy

I am on my knees
in wretched lamentations

I am spent
I am needy
I am listening for your song

04-16-2007, 06:52 PM
from the
heartless sea
from cold ocean depths
eyeless, colorless, and silent
I will bring you down
claimed for my

04-18-2007, 06:33 AM
I am from naught
and unto naught I do become
yet, I linger longer than I should
in the naughty of naught

04-18-2007, 06:56 AM
i am
from nipple to navel
twice the man
i used to be

04-18-2007, 08:04 AM
I am from anger
I burn a dusky red
your voice bristles my fur
your scent burns in my nose
quiet, I am subduing my fury
really what good would it do
this internal burn and waste of energy
you will always work against me, why I don't know
I resent your presence in my life, you great destroyer
I am forever creatively working around you, my rock.

04-18-2007, 01:01 PM
I am from darkness,
shadows and fear.
Ghosts distort my visions
of a better life,
but I struggle to see
and I look deeper
and the ghosts
like were they never
part of my world.

I am from prayer
in the evening
when tears fell on account
of a world beyond.
It was not faith,
I searched, yet found
nothing, though I bartered.
In the end
I let go of trying
to let others rule.

I am from dominance
learnt and embedded,
lived and controlled.
Nature will not
be denied as unnatural.
After all, after that
and because of who I am,
playing nice
was not in the cards,
but I made it so.

I embraced the art
of letting go.


This is a great exercise. :-)

04-18-2007, 05:38 PM
I am from sunlight and water,
poor soil turned too much.
Wind-borne pollination…
impersonal insemination.

I am from the threshing
Flayed out upon the floor
the heels of an ass
Winnow me apart.

I am from the stills,
Purified, liquid release
fermenting my essence
with enzymatic reactions

I am from condensation.
Collection of the atmosphere
breathed by the city
of copper and glass

I am from wheat
Golden under the autumn sky


This is a fun excercise :D

A. Hamilton
04-21-2007, 09:45 AM
I am from the
Corporate workplace
I have a World-wide

I use an ergonomic chair,
a keyboard like that too
My wrists are firm,
and my bottom round

I get to wear pretty clothes,
expensive shoes
My feet have bunions
and my credit card is full

I'm told to think
outside the box,
inside my box-shaped

but must stop my work
-and thinking too
precisely at ten-to-ten,
again at ten-to-three

I go for hours without the feel
of sunlight on my skin
and breathe canned air
that breezes across my gooseflesh

What a relief
at five-o'clock
when it's time to leave

I find my car
and wait my turn
to scurry out' the lot

time to ponder my own thoughts
bumping through the traffic

(ten minutes is up!)

07-03-2007, 05:18 PM
I am from chance
'fourties boisterous teens
forever linked by me

I am from chance
good teachers' care
back when they were free to steer

I am from chance
of vagabond moves
to every state but one

I am from chance
of history
and military odds

I am from chance
of happenstance
promotion flotsam luck

I am from chance
of lifes and loves
of those put in my path

I am from chance
with words and friends and you

07-03-2007, 06:15 PM
i am from rain
holy downpour,
cheekbone romance -

deluge -
water streams
down my face,
like sweat.

A. Hamilton
07-03-2007, 07:37 PM
I am from tomorrow
Where time drips like
Wet cotton on the line

My hands work relentlessly
Wringing, wringing

07-03-2007, 07:44 PM
I am from her life.
that sweet torrent of soul
and fresh memory.
The residue after rain
clings like child to skirt
underfoot on dirty floor,
jellied fingers imprinting
a life entwined with others.
stains of a day.

I am from this line.
Pinned by shoulders
flowing in a sun-warmed breeze
clean and crisp.
my angles fall to grass,
shapes of summer, everchanging.

I am from her life.
heir and kin to garden and wood,
rain and a burning barrel
with the fallen leaves
of a season gone.
rising in tendrils and ribbons
to a beckoning sky.

I am from this cellar,
smelling of root and dirt
hot jars lining shelves
stocked for hard winter.
I am from her hard lived
hard worked, hard loved life.

I am from home.

Erica Lynn
07-03-2007, 11:15 PM
OK, my first attempt at poetry in years...

I am from a keyboard click
A tiny little stroke
I am from a lady fair
And some other kind of bloke
I am from a diamond ring
So tiny it is lost
I am from a hickish town
That covers in winter frost
I am from a saddened state
Made happy by the sun
I am from my biggest fan
who says I'm number one!

That's all she wrote for this day. THANKS KTC for the exercise!

07-04-2007, 03:20 AM
I am from fire,
my heart is fire.
I am from ice,
my mind is cool.
I am from fear,
but I protect.
I am from love,
but I neglect.
I am from stardom,
glimmering from afar.
I am from disillusion,
I confess to all.
I am from the shadow,
I am from the gray.
When all is said and done,
I am from the grave.
I walk over yours,
you walk over mine.
Shall we dance together
devil of mine?

07-04-2007, 02:20 PM
i am from here.
i always will be,
never stray from the white wall
blue screen ochre light birth.

she is from i don't know.
i will know,
i'll walk away from my white walls,
i'll paint them blue.

my mind is made up!
this is my birth,
i'll find my death

07-09-2007, 03:08 AM
I am from the girl that was,
no longer as innocent,
or as young,
as I was once,
but older now,
and perhaps wiser.
I am from a time
when fear and love
kept me locked up
in a cell I built myself,
a prison which I am
taking down myself too,
brick by old brick.
I have grown out of a girl
that I no longer recognize
into a woman
I am just beginning to know.

07-15-2007, 07:27 PM
I am from small town
em'rald green corn stalks
rise on a dusty pink sky
people know your grandma
what your mom did
who your brothers are
I am sister
and we put fireflies
on our fingers
pretend weddings
on the shore
of a lazy mud river
hot nights muggy mornings
cold root beer
in the back seat
of dad's '57 chevy.

10-02-2007, 03:29 PM
I am from
the hot molten lava
of my lingering flesh,
an enigma in dance,
crawling from within
to make real the mask
I wear to appease you.

10-02-2007, 04:26 PM
I am from
the barenaked backyard pool
bubbling over
with garden hosewater
whispered fart-jokes
secret club handshakes
and cardboard boxforts.
I gorge
on fizzy candy
scooped handfuls
of bubblegum
and baseball cards.
I fly
on my banana-seat Sting-Ray
over an old plank propped on a cinder block
and me and my friend
we play catch in the frontyard
all afternoon.

10-02-2007, 05:45 PM
I am from inversion.
Dancing backwards
through the looking glass.
Apex becomes base.

I am from earth.
A collection of fibers.
The built-up residue
of dust mites and entrails

I am from meat,
too hallowed for men.
This feast in the darkness…
a banquet for worms.