Archive for the ‘Collaborative Poetry’ Category

By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

Seasons thoroughly
swindle time from my
hourglass existence,
fusing grains
into glass,
adding more to
what isn’t
than to what is,
forcing a wry
smile from my face
as I daydream of
their mortality

Every now and again
I think to shatter the
timekeeper,
but to what end?
Can the bones of time ever
truly be broken?

Can the timeless be
taught my pain?
Can the future forgive
the past?

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)

Sunday Again

Posted: March 8, 2015 in Collaborative Poetry, Poetry
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By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

Let’s dance in the rancid rain,
the memories of what happened
when she left that day,
and waltz upon the mezzanine,
the hollowed ground that
was the only land for me

I know we don’t need the past
in order to be struck by the beauty of stars,
but it takes reasonable amounts of time to forget,
even if time is never reasonable to our wants

It often chides us,
reminding us that it is in the
driver seat,
the lavish control room of
potential for all our desires,
losses,
victories and shame

And when we turn back
the clock’s hands
you still don’t freeze, you still don’t dance,
you still don’t stay …

you don’t even remember my name

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)

By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

The scenes written
in sidewalk chalk
scribble down thoughts,
melting away with
each new rain
and mimicking
the memories that rot,
the ones that hunt me
on and off

At times I am less
blood and bone
and more feelings upon feelings,
stacked in such a way that my core
will fall no matter my next move,
like a misplayed Jenga tower

My mind reels in
like it has been cast
into the deepest waters,
baited and weighted
for the next big catch
and release

As I stand on the ledge
Of a question, wondering:
Is it possible to lure oneself
out of oneself?

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)

Love is love
When the blood
Dances to your heart
Frolicking flippantly
With my tender emotions
Right from the start

My love is a target
Lined up in crosshairs
Goalposts ever moving
Nimbus-emotions brooding
Catching me unawares
We speak a foreign language
Only we understand
Vulnerable feelings
handed over with trust
Remembered dalliances
Unquenchably combust
With allure and healing

Love is the danger of the unknown
Or the warm soft pillow
We rest our heads on at night
Love is the tender touch
Erasing life’s bitter tears
And the kiss that forever sears
Love is fluid motion
Waves ever tumbling
Toward passion’s shore
Swirling sensibilities
That beckon for more

Together, we set out
Our sailboat follows the wind
Love is a tangle
Of nothing simple
And still often
We write our love
On each-other’s hearts
Not caring if the word is misspelled
Yet, clinging to the reaction
We’ve all sought to receive
Lover’s voyage, lives and breathes

By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley and Hastywords and Lizzi R. and Helena Hann-Basquiat and jadedmess and Phen Weston and Marissa Bergen and Dana Glover and BruisedBelly and Kelly Lewis and August MacGregor and Johnny Ojanpera and DiAnne Ebejer and Audrey Dawn

Make sure to visit, and follow these blogs by clicking the names above. This poem was a collaborative effort by the above fifteen poets where each wrote two to three lines in the poem. The names appear in order of their lines appearing in the poem. Thanks again for everyone who made this possible!

I fell for you
When I should have
Stood up to you

Hi, WordPress Community

I thought it would be fun to create a massive collaborative piece to be put on Valentine’s Day with as many poets as possible from the WordPress community, in part because I’ve loved collaborating with so many of you already, but also because WordPress is full of so many great poets with great ways of using words.

If you’re up for offering two to three lines to this poem, please email me at: benpaulgrossman@gmail.com

and I will send you the most up to date version as of now and a few more details.

with thanks,
the breakdown….

Sight Beyond Sight

Posted: February 10, 2015 in Collaborative Poetry, Poetry
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By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

Tense
structure
divides eyes
unwilling to
unwind the
coming
sight

There
is some
before in
the soon after
though vision
may not
see

That
hindsight
is just half
of what we need
if new days
are to
kneel

To
a time
before we
could ever see
the things that
make us
free

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)