Current poems in progress...

Lyricism: without which, figure skating on a lake in July
---Miguelito, AZ
my nice pie i ate in the sunshine
---Anonymous
the figure took my pie and turned to slime
---Anonymous
i was very angry so i skated to the side
---Anonymous
Lyricism spins a personal journey through the music of poetry
---Tea Leaves, Santa Ana, CA, USA
lyricism is raw uncut matter of factual political capital of the train of thought of the vibration of the inner most cavity of your cerebellum rewriting history and igniting passion through verbal
---Anonymous
reparte
---Anonymous
A-hey hey
---Anonymous

Halloween days, Halloween nights of frosty delight
---Anonymous
Mother Earth turning a toss in dreamy sleep 'neath piled leaves
---Anonymous
Her frail hair tangled in bliss underneath the moonlit eves
---Anonymous
And the citizen folks fearing to let their clocks FALL BACK with fright
---Anonymous
They roll up their windows and lock their trailer-house doors
---Anonymous
With paper bags on heads and ape grunts to ward off strangers
---Anonymous
And the candy bowls all empty from extra-rewarded home-made caped rangers
---Anonymous
Who trot off into the damp rotten night to raid the local liquor stores
---Anonymous
To sit in alleys with their bounty sipping and spout trailer-house lies
---Anonymous
And out of the dark sepulcher of autumnal night rips a mad gush of air
---Anonymous
With it brings forth a wintertime fan of snow bright full of glare
---Anonymous
Sending the rangers home with popsicles dangling from there candied eyes
---Anonymous
But the tough, moustache pumpkin eternally stays bright and never lies
---Anonymous

This is absolutely hilarious!