A Free Verse Free For All: Volume V

++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++ Waiting and hoping she'd come back to me a time of transition time's everflowing melody yet here now I stand alone an effortlest cry a markedly hidden stress no relief no power to be in my place a cave of gloss filled with remarkable priceless antiques namely me and now there is no thought in my mind nothing to speak or read to experience downtown suburbia in a melanoma cross sections of picturers from a deadly liaison loss a grace so deep and [founding] bounding a woman named Myra came into the store today I sad 'How are You?' with an emphasis on the YOU nothing but nothing dripped out of my mouth it seems I've forgotten you then there was lightening a storm knocked me out tried to carry a watermellon with a graven knife stuck bleeding water upon my side yet now the cold has come and my blood is slowing down very soon the dawn will come and I'll be heading tho the down of town a liqueur store and a record store all rolled into one scuba steve came to carry steve McQueen away when I want to help I just screw things up a poet's poet that's what I should be called but the dreamer's dream droned gonad monologue a pricessless election of a gorden candidate a hunger consuming this my most useless of mandates unconscious proceeds knowledge this I know to be true a dream of Earl McQuin drinking beer and Dr Pepper impressionistic piece and soon my time has come a salmon on a hill dying from all the fresh air perhaps that is my life dying from the fresh air but in my case its smog damn that won't work you used to be somewhere a perception stored in my mind now you're locked away in a cabinet I daren't let you out for if you could roam free there is but one thing you'd do to me you'd slap me on the butt and say I'm really cut and then just leave now a time to tell when the mercury bell shall tell us if we are in a living hell or just confused drunken in a golden dell I overuse the world golden yet all colours are descent from this monetary wealth in a catalogue buuy this and you'll be happy the rest of your f life everytime I order just a little shorter now my life's out of order so there I was trying to order a quesadila you know that's really the only Mexican food i enjoy and what did they say but sorry we cannot serve you today see the INS busted us we have no green cards you've never seen us so now I am hungry and cold won't you throw this poor dog a bone everyone laughs and everyone cries yet I can still see thru those solitare diamond lies a point accounted to moot and a crime spree to boot a tear in the sky without an ointment fly soon the time has come I must be leaving soon yet here I sit and write here I sit and go mad where were you when I needed you the most in the grounds of pen shore is what you salways said she's not coming I can feel it i thought I'd wait around but everyone's gone and everyone's laughing I guess I'll go shoot a game of pool and forget her and go home and then I realise I don't know how to play pool billards or snookers but that's alright because I'm a mean damn dart thrower a beer bottle sitting on the floor spilled inside without waiting wasting me today beer buse beer buse beere buss boozing is not right a minister today carry copulations in an ordinate way to a worried [prostitue[ testicular goat crying for the loss and love of today soon i shall be able to say I've bought everyone's hay what's this a meaningless rhyme what's this a sense screaming Help Me I'm Running OUT of time but I just laugh and write you off      a goat in a limosine carrying a mythology magazine reading readers' digest carrying on a      conversation with Bernie the Jewis Rabbi what do you have to offer that can satify the      greatest of I? Everything and everyone unfinished escapades that's alright now I'm sane though not totally eclipsed by the moon a dutiful sequel to a longish bore      a golden retriever in the door of my lore without a core in the store of the shore waving a banner      all over davy jone's cabanna overtly difficult lines in an underated play leaves for those in motion to stope and seize the day nonsense rhyming drain pipe styming a time to stop and a time to heal and a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time who are we a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time  a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time a time sucking on a lime a time a time a time a time a time aaaaa aaaaaa enough of this carryone baggage! what is time but a subjective line dragging us alone some infinite golf [gold] course sublime Hungry                                         Thirsty Artless                                              Palace                Terry clothe        unintelligbe broken unifed Fantasy art atlas caravan canvas caravan canvas a bunch of camels carrying a conversation in the heats of the moons (multiple don't you know) sullied terry shadows a card of promise to be presented at the door when you are known to enter from time to time don't start the time thing again unified not unifed what is unifed we don't know we don't' care it's a caravan canvas and a candy apple red I'm thru know because I'm so tired collage of images we combine to ship out a confusion upon saying a concept to loose to properly understand that's alright its only a two liner the magistrates of the guard dressed in fisherman's pike store junk yard another one another one just but yet another one the time has come why must I say that you aren't here will you ever show up probably not and that's alright there's another double the lenght but triple the hype this is its story a stealing of glances a vision of perhaps lucidary madness wrapped [warped] in the fields of the ordinary still there is no nothing no peacing no mispelling no no no no no no non non a continuos story the narrative doth tell a searching of away and of today and yet still you've been away a poet lauraete you know pomp and circumstance another poem yet without my sister ide and ate I hate the magistrate Ides of March coming to concentration distraction      1.   no more scar      2.   2 there is no two      3.   3 i believe in anarchy      4.   Not really      5.   Five golden dawns use this imagary to much      6.   Goodbye      7.   when she's not coming she's gone      8.   Must we continue on with these dumb numbers?      9.   Suppose so math must be killed malayalam? I would have enjoyed seeing you today and yet you are not here a wandering see quest to try to find and yet a lost era and a bell is all I can find in this a living hell everywhere I search for you and all they say is you have left I cannot find desperation seeps my mind a lock on the door the moth has found a carnival dinosaur dancing on the merry go round a tear in the dark a lock to unlock everywhere where once you were lies a silent flower and a rose emerald fur to the east and the west and the south and the north a fly in the ointment an appointment in the court a lost in eyesight a sorcerer seeks me to consort and yet a powerless cancer of the thighs has cone to consume and to steal and to lie to the desert I've have come to roam a lie sitting in the streets of [genome] the road yet there is no water here and you have left a smile on the face of a camel's trident flouride no one and no thing living can stand to not breathe to come and to find please don't ever [even] leave Allpoetry Free For All Volumes Information on the Free Verse Free For All poems. The Free Verse Free For All Forerunner (or perhaps a Prequel): Jaded Wiggle Junkies I wrote a posting (more of a rant actually) back on Mach 26, 1999, on a forum I was once active on.  I quoted a lot of Alanis Morrisette (Jagged Little Pill) lines in the poems, and then wrote several more lines, etc, that I could developed later on.  I saved the text, and then just formatted it in 2007 and called it “Jaded Wiggle Junkies”.  The text is very much in the spirit of the main series. Volume I (“A Collection of Free Verse, Loosely Tied Together.” ) (written March 24, 2000) A major poem of my early years while I just began writing poetry.  While I do not kid myself that this “Free For All Series” is very good poetry (some, perhaps most, of it is rather bad actually), this poem is one I am still proud of and one of the few poems from this time in my life I would consider publishing.  Original title: “A Collection of Free Verse, Loosely Tied Together.”  Opening line: To the Dead Fish in the Sea. Volume II (“Another Collection of Free Verse”). (written June 23, 2000) This text was not posted because the poem was misplaced for several years..  I wrote the poem at a friend’s trailer during college (I’m almost certain).  When I was posting the poems on AllPoetry, I wanted to include this but couldn’t find the text.  It was only in August 2004 that I found a long mislaid copy of the text and typed it up.  Opening line: “Poets dream dark things.” Volume III (A Collection of Free Verse, Num. III) (written June 25, 2000) I was looking at my old backlog of poetry and was very surprised to see this poem was not posted for some unknown reason.  Strange, as this is one of the major poems in the Free For All Series.  Originally, this was just the “Collection of Free Verse” trilogy.  When I posted them on Allpoetry, I added two other poems which fit in with the series concept but was not explicitly tied to the originally trilogy until much later.  What’s really notable about this poem is how much poetry I actually produced from this text.  In the ensuring years after it was written, I dismantled the poem, wrote two fully developed poems (and very different from each other) based off this text (“To the Exiles” and “The Time Piece”), and then took several smaller fragments that were not included in either of those two new poems but were present in the original text and enlarged them into their own poems.  Opening line: In golden caresses, crisp with stiff humanity Volume IV (Originally Untitled) (written August, 2000, exact date unknown) This poem, and the subsequent installments, was not originally titled anything.  I wrote this poem at Redlands Community College in the computer lab.  I remember the first line running through my head while on campus, and I rushed to the computer labl to write the poem.  For some reason, this was actually released as Volume III on Allpoetry.  Because this was released as Volume III, the other installments are misnumbered by one on Allpoetry’s website.  Opening Line:  Poetry’s blowing free and its blowing nowhere near me.  I have since corrected the misnumbering on Allpoetry. Volume V (Untitled) (written November 20, 2000) This poem is entitled “++++: Fourth installment in 'A Free Verse Free For All’” on Allpoetry.  Don’t really remember the writing circumstances or where I was at when I wrote this obvious masterpiece (cough cough).  Opening line: “Waiting and hoping she’d come back to me” Volume VI (Untitled) (written November 31, 2000) This poem is entitled “'Waterfall Hijackers: A Free Verse Free For All' Vol V” on All Poetry I also wrote this poem at Redlands.  The opening line about the phone ringing is when I started writing the poem, the phone was ringing in the lab and no one was answering it.  Who knew such a phone call would be immortalized in a poem?  Opening line: will no on answer that phone. That is the main body of the series.  Now, I went in and later revised (extensively) the first and third poem, and some of those revisions have been posted on Allpoetry.  I began an unfinished revision of “Will no one anser this phone”.  I have never touched Volume IV or V again.  The prequel was written in 1999, the main series was written in 2000.  However, that has been some new development.  Introducing (dant-dant-dant!): A Free Verse Free For All: Volume VII (2-20-2008) In 2008, I wrote a poem I called Stardust King, Dance with Kissinger's Spade (Several Fragments).  The poem is several fragments tied together.  The poem is only a page long, so it is rather short, but the poem does fitin with the series as far as it being a rather random collection of lines and thoughts, and so I am making it an honoury member of the series.  Perhaps more poems will be written in the series, now that I have developed some more skill and spent more time honing my craft.  Then again, maybe there won’t be new installments in the series.  Let’s be thankful for what we do have, I suppose.  Opening lines: I felt the fires and knew you were cold Allpoetry Free For All Volumes (Personal Notes) Volume I (“A Collection of Free Verse, Loosely Tied Together.” ) (written March 24, 2000) The last poem by Lee Rothchild of the original era.  Original title: “A Collection of Free Verse, Loosely Tied Together.”  Opening line: To the Dead Fish in the Sea. Volume II (“Another Collection of Free Verse”). (written June 23, 2000) This text was not posted because the poem was misplaced for several years..  I wrote the poem at Zac’s trailer (I’m almost certain).  When I was posting the poems on AllPoetry, I wanted to include this but couldn’t find the text.  It was only in August 2004 that I found a long mislaid copy of the text and typed it up.  Opening line: “Poets dream dark things.” Volume III (A Collection of Free Verse, Num. III) (written June 25, 2000) Was not posted for some unknown reason.  Strange, as this is one of the major poems in the Free For All Series.  Originally, this was just the “Collection of Free Verse” trilogy.  When I posted them on Allpoetry, I added two other poems which fit in with the series concept but was not explicitly tied to the originally trilogy until much later.  Opening line: In golden caresses, crisp with stiff humanity Volume IV (Originally Untitled) (written no later than November 16, 2000) This poem, and the subsequent installments, was not originally titled anything.  I wrote this poem at Redlands Community College in the computer lab.  I remember the first line running through my head while on campus, and I rushed to the computer labl to write the poem.  For some reason, this was actually released as Volume III on Allpoetry.  Because this was released as Volume III, the other installments are misnumbered by one on Allpoetry’s website.  Opening Line:  Poetry’s blowing free and its blowing nowhere near me. Volume V (Untitled) (written November 20, 2000) This poem is entitled “++++: Fourth installment in 'A Free Verse Free For All’” on Allpoetry.  Don’t really remember the writing circumstances or where I was at when I wrote this obvious masterpiece (cough cough).  Opening line: “Waiting and hoping she’d come back to me” Volume VI (Untitled) (written November 31, 2000) This poem is entitled “'Waterfall Hijackers: A Free Verse Free For All' Vol V” on All Poetry I also wrote this poem at Redlands.  The opening line about the phone ringing is when I started writing the poem, the phone was ringing in the lab and no one was answering it.  Who knew such a phone call would be immortalized in a poem?  Opening line: will no on answer that phone. A Free Verse Free For All: Vol V: ++++: Fifth installment in 'A Free Verse Free For All'November 20 2000, Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 08:05 AM PST, Michael Edward London    beat • nature