Now the writing in the head, I definitely do every day, thinking about how I want to phrase something or how I'd like to rephrase something I've already written.
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Beware Words Written
words celebrating what is written
beware allure of beauty in words written
seek instead words thoughts not written
words not written thoughts not written
themes not written which need to be written
the importance of the unwritten demands writing
important world needs consciousness needs writing
urgent global necessity issues demands needs writing
actions resolutions policy change harmony restoration needs writing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When I am seriously composing, sometimes a phrase will come into my head, a catch phrase. When I was writing pop songs for a few years, as a career, separate from my folksinging career, I used to write songs for pop singers.
quote by Tom Glazer
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Thinking Process..
i go back to the pages
and i know i am shocking perhaps to all of you
having written much on some things that
perhaps i have not thought of so well...
but they are there and they confront me
that i own them and i feel a little bit awkward
when and how have i written these
matters of the heart
and soul and affection and
(well,) alienation and
stressful situations, not counting
the reality of depressing
expressions in the form of
concealed metaphoric devices,
at any rate, i accept this kind of ability to
just be writing for no purpose, except to express,
for simply writing what i must say
without so much thinking that in the future
i may regret what
ought not to be written...
well, this is it, this is life, and this is what is it
all about...a river simply flowing to the sea
what more? what should it be?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like a seed
It’s impossible to force
A good piece of writing
It can only come from inspiration
It should flow from the mind
To the fingers and then
Through the keyboard
To the screen
A good piece of writing
Will come of it’s own volition
Without urging, yet with compulsion.
A certain musical phrase you’ve read
A lyrical play of words
That sticks in your mind
Can be the impetus for the lifting
Of the flood gates of inspiration
And once opened, has a compulsive
Addiction, that can be indulged freely
And yet will not be denied
Write down every sentence
or fragment thereof, any phrase
That catches your fancy
and feels good on the tongue
A good piece of writing
Has a sensual quality
That one can almost taste
As it’s written, and can be shared
Wantonly with readers
who choose to indulge
A good piece of writing
is a seed that is planted
In one’s mind, and from which
The words effortlessly grow
It can never be forced
or be pushed to the fore
It will grow from that seed
And will blossom before your eyes
It can grow freely, unfettered
From the most minute idea
But good writing, like a seed
Can never be forced to grow
poem by David Whalen
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I began thinking there should be an American phrase book, 'cause I've got an Italian phrase book, and an Arabic one... now a British one. I think it'd be pretty good to have an American phrase book.
quote by Joe Strummer
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Writing
Out of your head
Down your arm and to the pen;
Then into the ink
Quick as thinking itself.
The dreams in your brain
Flow over the page,
And are never the same,
Are they worth writing down?
Love and hate jostle close,
Feelings turning about,
And they shout:
'Put me down, don't delay, we can't wait.'
If you're slow then they're gone,
They may never return,
And you'll always regret
Not moving your pen...do it then!
(Written March 1994)
poem by John Carter Brown
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You ask Me
You ask me:
Why am I not writing?
I say: it’s winter.
I’m hibernating!
You ask me:
Why am I not writing?
I say: it’s summer.
I’m sunbathing!
You ask me:
How about
Spring and autumn?
I say:
In spring, I’m contemplating.
In autumn, I’m introspecting.
The fact is, my dear
I’ve written to you so much
That I don’t want to write
Any more…
This is the phase of life,
Where I enjoy thinking…
More than communicating.
Please let me take a break.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Truth of it
I know there are things that can't come true
But I put that out of my mind.
I refuse to accept the impossible
I would rather I stay blind
to the truth.
I know that my ramblings with so many words
Is a substitute for concrete thinking.
But every phrase I've ever written
Has stopped me from ever drinking
in the truth.
I know my thinking is sometimes crazy
And I wonder if I'm sane?
Do others live in a fairytale
Or do they only remain
with the truth?
I know I live for the sunshine
and to listen to how the birds sing.
But every time I hear their songs
I curse everything about spring
for the truth is I'm lonely.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Truth
I know there are things that can't come true
But I put that out of my mind.
I refuse to accept the impossible
I would rather I stay blind
to the truth.
I know that my ramblings with so many words
Is a substitute for concrete thinking.
But every phrase I've ever written
Has stopped me from ever drinking
in the truth.
I know my thinking is sometimes crazy
And I wonder if I'm sane?
Do others live in a fairytale
Or do they only remain
with the truth?
I know I live for the sunshine
and to listen to how the birds sing.
But every time I hear their songs
I curse everything about spring
for the truth is I'm lonely.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Poem Can Be Written Anywhere, Anytime
A poem can be written anywhere, anytime-
A poem can be written too early in the morning
While waiting in Talpiot for ‘Rami Levi Supermarket’ to open-
It can be written in one’s head in a frozen Army barracks in Beit El
Or in a small room on Rav Berlin St on an old Smith- Corona
In the first happy years of one’s marriage-
It can be written for years from Haganah St. in French Hill
In the family years and the lonely ones
It can be written walking by the sea in Tel Aviv
With small children in hand-
It can be written on the same shore years later when one’s life has been broken
By Love’s desertion-
It can be written in old age on Rehov Shahal in Givat Mordechai
As one takes joy from the birth of one’s first grandchild-
A poem can be written anywhere anytime-
I have been writing my poems in Israel
For more than half a lifetime-
May those too
Who come after me
Read and Write Poetry here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Never Written
to write
hungry to write
and over
a lifetime
to have written
so little
less than
two years
writing
if compressed
into full time
writing
to have said
to have written
so little
when thought
so much
deep thoughts
never written
never recorded
never achieved
never expressed
never articulated
never illuminating
what a waste
modern sibyl
only whispered
briefly
self paid time
a fireflies flight
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Head
My head is 'whirring',
A poem is 'stirring',
Inside my mind
Which is resigned
To producing nothing
Except some 'cussing'.
My head is 'clanging',
A poem is 'hanging',
In mid-air somewhere,
And Oh, I do care
To get it out.
Without a doubt!
My head is 'lifting',
A poem is 'shifting'
About, and ready
To come out steady,
And with some luck,
Will not get 'stuck'!
My head is 'clearing',
A poem is 'nearing'
Completion now,
And now somehow,
I feel a conclusion
Is no longer an 'illusion'.
My head is 'delighting'
A poem is in 'writing',
Clearly written,
And now I am 'smitten'
With composing again.
Can I be 'SANE'! .
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Poem I Am Writing Now
The poem I am writing now
does not know if it will be finished
it does not even know if it will be a poem -
it is slowly appearing line by line
and making its own meaning on the page-
Is it worth anything?
will anyone care?
I don't know -
The poem I am writing now
is just these lines
and these lines like all lines
are only small words
in a vast universe
that has long lived
and will probably longer live
without them.
Why then write these words now?
The poem I am writing now is saying,
'I am here now'.
But why should this mean anything to anyone else?
The poem I have written here
is not the poem I would have posted here
It is only the poem I am finishing now
a poem without great love or belief in itself.
The poem I am writing now
is written.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fulfillment
to write without thinking
without really thinking much or
counting the cost
the time wasted
and then to wonder what was it that was written
and then to be told that
what was written was true and that it has changed the life of
the reader....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Had I Written Less
HAD I WRITTEN LESS
Had I written less
And had it been more perfect-
Had there been four or five poems
Worth remembering-
Even two-
Even one.-
Had I written less
Would I have known
The meaning and joy
A long life of writing has given?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I'm Thinking
The pen is gripped between my fingers.
The tension grows, an idea lingers,
And yet somehow it’s stuck.
I’m thinking, ‘just my luck’!
The pen is starting to want to play,
Upon the paper, and have its say.
And yet there’s no feedback.
I’m thinking, ‘I’m off track’!
The pen is tapping away frustrated,
The owner’s now infuriated.
And yet one shall still strive.
I’m thinking, ‘it must arrive’!
The pen is gyrating all about,
There’s something definite coming out.
And yet, a nervous time.
I’m thinking, ‘will it rhyme? ’,
The pen is slowing, and it will stop.
It’s done its writing and needs to flop.
And yet, this work of art,
I’m thinking, ‘is from the heart’!
The pen has finished its job and rests.
It has done well, its achieved its best.
And yet, it will do more,
I’m thinking. ‘That’s for sure’!
The pen - has run out of ink.
I think!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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To be a writer
They say, when you have nothing to say
Do not say anything
They say when you have nothing good to say
Do not say anything
He is not convinced
He wants to be a writer and to be one he must write
What is in his mind
To be a writer he must write and write and write
Even when there is nothing to write
Even when there is nothing to say even when nobody listens
Even when the word is dead even when there is no sense at all
Even when he gets blind and deaf and mute even when his fingers are cut even when his mind is blank even when his consciousness is lost
Even when you are angry even when you say what is written is nothing
But trash, dung, cadaver, corpse, poo, pee, even when there is nothing
Anymore,
He writes because he is a writer and no one can stop him now.
he is
he is writing
he is writing always
he is writing always whatever that needs to be written
and here you are foolishly reading. thanks to you, audience of one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When We Do Nothing, A Philosophizing
did he tell you
that even those who stand and wait
also serve?
which means precisely that those who do nothing
(also does something)
that by doing nothing
they also share
what you are thinking right now
do we think that writing is doing something
that thinking is also doing something?
what is it that which is nothing that we can do?
tell me.
everything is everything and it includes nothing actually.
everything embraces also nothing.
so when you do everything you also do what nothing is.
there is nothing that we can do.
everything is here, including this 'nothing'
do you really do nothing?
try thinking some more. try doing nothing, if it is possible at all.
i tell you, it is not.
really, it is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The algebra of poetry. For Jim as if.
OK you’ve written 2000 crap poems you say.
Now pack up this arithmetical stuff:
there’s an algebra to poetry:
equations full of unknowns:
for a start, the 2001th poem that you write
will contain 2000 times the…
well it’s a complicated equation:
it starts with the familiar
x for the expression which has improved
a thousandfold since you began;
y stands for the hundreds of times more wise
you’ve since become, by just writing poetry;
zzz is the way, that half-asleep,
an unforgettable word or line can slip into your head;
z too, for zeal and zest, that Muses love
and fly a little closer while you write..
then, it wouldn’t be a real equation without
‘squares’: for all that’s squared within your mind as poetry takes shape;
and brackets: for that intrusive, brilliant phrase
that slips between the wagons of your train of thought,
sometimes so surprising that you’re not too sure
it’s true; but trust it; tomorrow, know it’s right;
and oh so much more to this equation
of knowns equalling unknowns, spelling out a poem;
mass, energy, and the speed of light
writing themselves into some new formula
which only humility may harness;
a light to light the world with words.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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