Writing by the Seat of my Pants
A fun song about the creative process18 total reviews
Comment from Hitcher
Yes you are! A raving idiot savant, ha ha. A cleverly put together number my very gifted CRAZED friend, best you break out the guitar record it and post it with it, COME ON!ha ha.
reply by the author on 01-Mar-2010
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Yes you are! A raving idiot savant, ha ha. A cleverly put together number my very gifted CRAZED friend, best you break out the guitar record it and post it with it, COME ON!ha ha.
Comment Written 26-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 01-Mar-2010
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Cheers Hitch :-). I got loads of reviews for this; it must have hit that lucky point where you get enough reviews quickly and your poem appears momentarily on the front page.
Mike
Comment from RobertoK
A truly remarkable effort. I'd say you wrote this in a fit of fancy. It's so full of life and vitality. It pours all over you. It's like somebody having a right go at a waiter, or berating someone who has just nicked your seat on the bus. Crazy, but those are the images conjured. I'd say you are impulsive. Your poem is addictive. Well done, regards RobertoK.
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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A truly remarkable effort. I'd say you wrote this in a fit of fancy. It's so full of life and vitality. It pours all over you. It's like somebody having a right go at a waiter, or berating someone who has just nicked your seat on the bus. Crazy, but those are the images conjured. I'd say you are impulsive. Your poem is addictive. Well done, regards RobertoK.
Comment Written 25-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Impulsive? Why, I think you're right!
This muse is champing at the bit
to make some love or start a fight
with any who might give him shit!
Or maybe just a verse or two
of thoughtful words on blossoms' joy,
of platitudes to make it through
another day of poets' ploys.
What matter, long as words will sing
and thoughts will burst like dynamite,
and somewhere 'midst this arthouse fling,
our words might brush against insight.
Mike ;-)
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Mike, so right, out of sight, full of bite,
high as a kite, full of light, dark as night, building site, a bit tight? white knight, snow white, full of delight, no rewrites.
Regards, RobertoK.
Comment from words
Oh, this one is great fun.
It speaks directly to my writer's heart.
I can absolutely relate to this one:'m scribbling with the devil's fire,
head full of flames that never tire
and rhymes that write themselves in blood
if ever I ignore their flood.
Bravo!!!
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Oh, this one is great fun.
It speaks directly to my writer's heart.
I can absolutely relate to this one:'m scribbling with the devil's fire,
head full of flames that never tire
and rhymes that write themselves in blood
if ever I ignore their flood.
Bravo!!!
Comment Written 25-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Why thank you, Words, and can I say
the words are pouring out today
from every outlet they can find
to soak the ground around my mind.
So maybe someday soon we'll see
some beauty blooming round my head,
a halo formed of glory's fee;
the words that speak of hope and dread.
Those flowers will my reverence grasp
until my hand the haft can clasp
of any pen that beats a sword
so I may fight and win woth words!
Mike :-)
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Wow! Best reply I have EVER received!
Comment from poetknowit
Yes, I totally enjoyed this! You eloquently and movingly describe the total poetic consummation that true poets experience (if only I didn't have a day job!)
Your creative rhymes are wonderful and demonstrate that although you may be writing by the seat of your pants, you reach the parts of folks' anatomy the most far removed from that!
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Yes, I totally enjoyed this! You eloquently and movingly describe the total poetic consummation that true poets experience (if only I didn't have a day job!)
Your creative rhymes are wonderful and demonstrate that although you may be writing by the seat of your pants, you reach the parts of folks' anatomy the most far removed from that!
Comment Written 25-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Why thank you for this kind review
that compliments my wordy stew
with words that fizzle in my mind,
encouragements one seldom finds,
and stars to set my world alight
and set my muse upon a flight
forever on this racing course
of eloquence, ay and discourse
over the forms a word can take;
my thirst for stimulation slaked
by your lovely review ;-)
Mike
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Very cute! You really sound very English/British in your style, with words like "ay" and all.....
Comment from Soulester
At least you are writing, Mike! So many of us just sitting around waiting for a muse to come along. Think of this "just-for-fun-I-can't-help-myself" poetry as the fun escape it is. And don't forget you have an audience that loves your jaunts, too! Mary
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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At least you are writing, Mike! So many of us just sitting around waiting for a muse to come along. Think of this "just-for-fun-I-can't-help-myself" poetry as the fun escape it is. And don't forget you have an audience that loves your jaunts, too! Mary
Comment Written 25-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Why Mary, it is just a case in point,
of starting out in haste without a seed
and waiting for the words to then annoint
a mighty tree for all our peers to heed.
The form will come whenever rhymes allow
a discourse 'mongst the thoughts that in us swill;
eventually the ink will draw a cloud
and on it we can sit to take our fill
of all the sights a muse could ever want,
come storm or shine, let inspiration flow
whether your mood is dried up or a font,
from deathly caves or mountain peaks aglow.
We are the words we scribe upon the page,
always unstable, yes! But sometimes sage.
Mike ;-)
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I am grinning like crazy. You are a nut! Mary
Comment from rama devi
Hello! Nice to see you posting.
Much enjoyed!
A wonderful free verse about the creative process---these lines tickled me silly--
ink from enigmatic shores
that soaks into my every pore
rhymes that write themselves in blood
if ever I ignore their flood.
Loved this.
The layout and spacing is artistic and expressive.
No nits.
KUDOS~
Warmly, rd
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Hello! Nice to see you posting.
Much enjoyed!
A wonderful free verse about the creative process---these lines tickled me silly--
ink from enigmatic shores
that soaks into my every pore
rhymes that write themselves in blood
if ever I ignore their flood.
Loved this.
The layout and spacing is artistic and expressive.
No nits.
KUDOS~
Warmly, rd
Comment Written 25-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Oh Rama, you are such a hun,
to flatter me with lovely words;
not Devilish but full of fun,
your hearty praise is happ'ly heard.
A poem I shall write for you
to giggle at if you are blue
with corny rhymes you've heard before
and structure that will make you snore,
but ah! How should I start? ;-)
Mike
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LOl Thanks for your delightful and entertaining poetic review---pun intended.
Makes me smile and giggle.
Lots of Love, rd
Comment from ulster3
Hello Mike.
I did enjoy this work tremendously. It resonates with me for one thing. I like the reiteration of the 'flying by the seat of my pants' verse. That is a wonderful stanza. The whole thing is very poetic and well measured. love it. Ulster
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Hello Mike.
I did enjoy this work tremendously. It resonates with me for one thing. I like the reiteration of the 'flying by the seat of my pants' verse. That is a wonderful stanza. The whole thing is very poetic and well measured. love it. Ulster
Comment Written 25-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Thank you, Ulster :-). I had a lot of fun writing this one!
Mike
Comment from kingskid
I smiled at your name as we always say my husband drives by the seat of his pants when we are in foreign countries!
Loved your humour and your thoughts.
I'm scribbling with the devil's fire,
head full of flames that never tire
and rhymes that write themselves in blood
if ever I ignore their flood.
These above lines brought a smile to my face. Love the thought of scribbling with the devil's fire!
Well done on a good read and a poem that has a lovely ring to it.
kingskid
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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I smiled at your name as we always say my husband drives by the seat of his pants when we are in foreign countries!
Loved your humour and your thoughts.
I'm scribbling with the devil's fire,
head full of flames that never tire
and rhymes that write themselves in blood
if ever I ignore their flood.
These above lines brought a smile to my face. Love the thought of scribbling with the devil's fire!
Well done on a good read and a poem that has a lovely ring to it.
kingskid
Comment Written 25-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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He kicked me up the arse again,
just when my muse was running dry;
ol' Nick, he puts ink in the pen
and burns my muse until it flies.
If we could be a double act,
then Fleedleflump would top the bill.
Beelzebub would not detract
from all the words that my head fill.
So when the taps run out of juice
and poetry won't float my boat,
i'll find a steep drop and a noose
and wear myself a concrete coat.
Mike ;-)
Comment from adewpearl
Reading this one aloud, I could barely catch up to the words because they flow in a way that just insists on being read fast and furious :-) Great flow, strong rhymes, and fantastic descriptions - arousal churning like a storm, scribbling with the devil's fire, a raving idiot savant - I just love it :-) Brooke
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Reading this one aloud, I could barely catch up to the words because they flow in a way that just insists on being read fast and furious :-) Great flow, strong rhymes, and fantastic descriptions - arousal churning like a storm, scribbling with the devil's fire, a raving idiot savant - I just love it :-) Brooke
Comment Written 25-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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You love it, and I love your words
suspended on computer screen;
you fill my head with thoughts absurd,
one day I will some wisdom gleen.
But just for now i'm ignorant,
and writing without any clue
of whether this is sonb or rant
or whether it's just wordy stew.
Mike ;-)
Comment from chelabella
Love it! It's so true and so strange. How it happens, I don't understand, but you can't stop writing because one day you wake up and it's gone!
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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Love it! It's so true and so strange. How it happens, I don't understand, but you can't stop writing because one day you wake up and it's gone!
Comment Written 25-Feb-2010
reply by the author on 25-Feb-2010
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The words can come just like a gift
to rush out on a page, not sift
for meaning 'fore they find their form
in poetry wrote like a storm.
Arrangements we can later make
to make a point with artistry,
so when the words can fill your lake,
just write them down to set them free!
Mike ;-)
