View Full Version : Rapid Fire (improv?)

Albedo of Zero
05-14-2005, 05:47 AM
Would anyone care to participate in a 'Rapid Fire' poetry session an evening or two during each week?

It would be much like an improv session where a prompt(topic) is given and poetry is written right off the top of one's head, posted within 3 minutes, then commented on; much like the poetry game in the threads, but quicker.

Just wonderin'.......... (it could be fun)

05-14-2005, 05:58 AM
That'd be cool. PM me.

William Haskins
05-14-2005, 06:05 AM
i would watch with interest. not sure i would participate (for reasons that have everything to do with my neurosis and nothing to do with the validity of your idea).

you might want to try sunday, late in the evening. that seems to be a good traffic period.

05-14-2005, 06:37 AM
I might go for that; it would depend when it was. (I'm not home till very late on Tuesdays and Thursdays.)

Albedo of Zero
05-16-2005, 02:06 AM
bringing this back up to the front..... perhaps a night or two at 10:00 pm EST?
That would be 7pm for the west coast... or one week night at that time and a day on the weekend at an earlier hour so anyone across the pond would be awake to participate?

05-16-2005, 03:16 PM
It sounds like fun. Let me know when - if I can, I will.

05-17-2005, 12:36 AM
10 pm would be okay, if it's a friday or saturday. otherwise maybe a little earlier? 's just that I have to get up at 6... (but school will also be out soon, so...)

05-18-2005, 02:58 AM
I'm interested and would try to participate when I can.

Albedo of Zero
05-18-2005, 05:45 PM
I'm going to try this at two times tomorrow, Thursday, May 19th. Then again on Sunday, May 22, same times.

1:00 pm EST for the daytimers and 10 pm EST for the afternooners so the west coast can play too.

If anyone would like to post the beginning topic any of those times, pm me and I'll post a list of Rapid Fire Hosts.

I am posting a new thread later this afternoon to explain how the game starts.

05-19-2005, 03:00 AM
Oh ok, now I get it!

01-22-2007, 11:06 AM
I know this is really old, but I ran into it and thought it may be a fun idea to try one night as a chat theme, so I bumped it up to see if anyone was interested..and to see what others thought of having a chat night once in a while.


01-22-2007, 05:59 PM
I know this is really old, but I ran into it and thought it may be a fun idea to try one night as a chat theme, so I bumped it up to see if anyone was interested..and to see what others thought of having a chat night once in a while.


I like the idea, really liked the rapid fire poetry idea. I work Sunday through Wed nights...but come home pumped, like last night and can't go to sleep right away so.
I wanna play wit you.
what would a chat theme be?

01-23-2007, 06:59 AM
I want to play but I just found the thread so I'll have to get schincronized.

01-23-2007, 11:11 AM
*sigh* Enjoy. I'll be asleep.

01-23-2007, 11:16 AM
I could make time to chat almost any night or late afternoons/early eves on Sundays or possibly some early mornings.

01-23-2007, 05:03 PM
I could make time to chat almost any night or late afternoons/early eves on Sundays or possibly some early mornings.

which time zone do we use? I'm in US @ EST.
I am on the computer some mornings. Mostly in the evening after 9pm.
I have Thursday-Sat off with some commitments.
is this going to be a rapid fire poetry or a chat room conversation?
I'm not so keen on chat rooms.

01-23-2007, 07:12 PM
If there's enough participants, I'd love to participate in a rapid fire poetry session and see how it goes. I mentioned it as a chat because in the poetry wish list, someone had suggested themeed poetry chats, and this sounded like a fun 'theme'.

01-24-2007, 06:49 PM
are we any closer to figuring out how and when?
I'm still interested.

01-24-2007, 07:56 PM
well this little feeler gathered little interest so far..guess we'd need to drum up some participants.
(lol i guess i'll have to start a new thread or something ;) )

04-09-2007, 01:20 PM
What became of this idea?

04-10-2007, 04:23 AM
What became of this idea?

I like the idea a lot.

04-11-2007, 02:09 AM
me too

04-11-2007, 02:12 AM
Alas, I am an AM being.

04-11-2007, 02:19 AM
and i am an irish being. timezones do cause problems

04-12-2007, 11:33 PM
Godfather, I published in the same pub that Alan Ginsberg published in--albeit eight years later. He died three months after his piece was published. His poem was "Word," and I have yet to look it up.

Do you know it?

04-13-2007, 12:21 AM
We could accomodate folks of different time zones once a week, I should think.

04-13-2007, 01:47 AM
and i am an irish being. timezones do cause problems

ohhhhhh, love the Irish...let's do what we can.
I'm in Vermont...I think that may be a country unto it's self.

04-13-2007, 01:48 AM
We could accomodate folks of different time zones once a week, I should think.

are you trying to get us into line? thanks so much.

04-13-2007, 02:47 AM
ohhhhhh, love the Irish...let's do what we can.
I'm in Vermont...I think that may be a country unto it's self.

Politically speaking I believe the Libertarians are trying to take it over.

consider yourself warned.

04-13-2007, 02:48 AM
I'm out of line so much myself, I don't know that I could get us in line, but I'd love a jam on words--I've done it with music, I've improvised with other actors, poetry would be an incredible test of one's mind--plus it's hard to keep up with the talent here, I'm hoping it rubs off.

Albedo of Zero
04-13-2007, 06:15 AM
What became of this idea?

It never flew. Time flies. No one had time.

diamond egis
03-15-2012, 02:30 PM
let's go, here on the now
otherwise known as fly

I'll grip a hanful of spaces
between words and roll them as dice

the velvet roils, the lookers-on complain
and yet, there is something to this impro
visage, hon. Wherefore art thy rock and roll?

Next prompt:

grounds for rose oil and retreat

03-15-2012, 04:17 PM
grounds for rose oil and retreat

sacred ground:
where the scent of crushed rose
rises to heaven

where, in my retreat
the oil of joy
spills out
in drunken libation

prompt: breeze calling forth the storm

03-16-2012, 09:44 PM
Breeze calling forth the storm

No more than a whisper,
less than a half-breath,
the word comes out cold
in the heated silence between us.

It’s small as a syllable, but carries
a fat raindrop in its hard hull
and within a moment, a dervish
surrounds us – we are swallowed
whole into sharp words flung
by the ensuing storm.

prompt: laughter echoes in a hallway

03-18-2012, 01:13 AM
laughter echos in a hallway

this room is cold
i always forget my jacket
there is an oil of cold across my shoulders
and the teacher's telling me to wake up

in the hallway, a couple of voices laugh
// i look out of the small door window
but see no one

next prompt: nurse with wound

diamond egis
03-22-2012, 11:21 PM
nurse with wound
Tourniquet Gillian

she's a cataclysm
harbouring houses
with cills born of giants
and variegated wisdom

she's dressed, unwed
gaberdine swish and why
won't he just let her bleed?
let her be seen in blood...

so they may heal

03-23-2012, 05:41 AM
say them soft
so slow & soft
so the soft will slowly

say the word
say it slowly
soft and slowly
so the heal will be soft

slowly the word
when you say it soft
say it
slowly soft

words need to heal

next: the clink of glass

03-23-2012, 09:40 PM
the clink of glass

travels further in cold
Spring mornings
as the sound huddles
in its travels
beyond the rim,
unwilling to open up yet
and embrace the meager sun's
soft landing onto dew-thickened grass --
it clings to foggy thoughts
lingering between ears

next: too much traffic

03-24-2012, 06:53 AM
too much traffic
for me
for us
we have so little time to love
to be loved

soon it will be evening
and I will leave
the moon will be out in full light
the air cool against my skin
your shadow will follow me
into the night
the taste of you
will always remain

too much traffic
keeps us apart

Next: journey to comfort

diamond egis
03-26-2012, 09:05 AM
journey to comfort

Lift your heads scented by the bay!
Reel in your fears of dark harbours...
we set for the East! At day break
bearing gifts for the sun on our backs,
these tales we'll spill to the dawn will hold all
wickedness, tethered there on the black moon's jaw,
let the wheels begin! Cheer the moment.

Cheer the moment

03-26-2012, 07:37 PM
cheer the moment
life is filled with them

forget the bad
let it wash down the drain
with worry and sad

we are the fortunate ones
we get breath

pick something to love
hold it tight
cherish the inhale
celebrate the exhale

Next: ghost lover

diamond egis
03-26-2012, 11:39 PM
let's see... sans italiques ajoutées
ghost lover

with me, unarmed
yet on freeze
framed by the tower,
dead by a hand born
from His hip - we ride

sung by a strumpet

03-28-2012, 08:52 PM
Sung by a strumpet,
she spat it between wet breaths,

"I lie naked with old fat men.
A favor to all women,
yet you disdain me.
Life is laughable
as at least I get paid
whilst you scrub brown stains
out of his stretched briefs."

She pulled up her hose,
fastened her garter,
kissed the day.

Nobody can ever take your thoughts.

Next: closet clutter

03-29-2012, 02:16 AM
closet clutter
is held tightest by nutters,
never released from behind the shutters,
but instead only uttered
in words from the gutter
which, stifled by stutters,
will never flutter
or be spread like butter
smooth on the fetters, muttered
under cover, beneath the hut--err,
but then had no more to rhyme...

NEXT: desuetude before miasma

03-29-2012, 05:55 AM
desuetude before miasma
never have I said these words
it is the most polite way I can say
that indeed you bore me

that is all you are to me,
but no --

it's worse
a cholera
followed by
a writhing bout of dyspepsia
you are the storm before the devastation
the pollution
the washed up dead fish, trash,
froth of sewage

you are everything

next: the guts of old men

03-29-2012, 01:38 PM
the guts of old men
are often stringy
and tough

You have to cook them right
an all day simmer
with onions and such
a little salt
a little pepper

An arm or thigh is better, though,
Lots of meat left there
Packed in salt
And baked
Over an open fire
Under the stars.

Next: a smelly blue veined cheese

03-29-2012, 10:20 PM
Love the guts of old men poem! Ha!

03-30-2012, 08:53 PM
a smelly blue veined cheese
a glass of deep merlot
maybe a dance in the kitchen

I'll wear that tiny black dress,
some high heels
a lace garter

we could press into the granite
swirl tongues
whisper secrets

a night in the house
a hope in the dark
turn up the radio

Next: spanx are deceiving

Sheila Muirenn
03-31-2012, 08:22 AM
Spanx are deceiving

Spanx deceive; a lying crime
Flesh and silken things.
knives hurt
bustiers pinch
The mind;

Next: Foraging bats' shrieks.

03-31-2012, 09:35 AM
Foraging bats' shrieks
I really shouldn't hear them
In my bedroom.

Hunting rats' feet
I know that I can hear them
In my bedroom

Jangling shackle keys
I really want to hear them
In my bedroom

Next: kittens and fresh strawberries

03-31-2012, 09:47 PM
"her pussy taste like strawberries"

with the cold beauty of

it felt as if the sun
were in the room

it felt as if it weren't real
as if possibility were outside of us
looping through double-backing and out, infinitely

at least half of us were nothing
i am absolutely sure


04-26-2012, 07:33 AM
Story of a mirror,
made the world more clear
the fog disappeared.

Recordings, pictures, landscapes
an inviting escape.
Now, don't be late!

Idea: The Perfect Number of Leaves

Sheila Muirenn
05-03-2012, 05:52 PM
In sprintime.

Prompt: winter running.