Like It Is ©Lyn Crain

Tell Me A Story
About The
Monkey in Business

ah, The Thrill of Mass Intimacy
Collaborators
Resisters
Now Lovers
Conspiracy
Corruption
What No Murder
Of, Course I Have Questions
Leave Me with No Illusions
with Sideshow Glances
Simply All the Mortifications.

# NYTimes Titles and Subtitles

ah, is the only word added by me. Writer’s discretion.
It’s a whole new way of writing poetry that opens your mind in so many different ways.©

A Different Queen of the Night

A Different Queen of the Night

In the making

Where the

Lady

Lives

Unlike any other

A Singular Style

Steeped in many

Not really

Shattering clarity

Tough questions

Asking

Answering

Liberating

One another

Oddities to you

Healthy

Disaster?

Mortality

It’s All a Blur

In this World of Fantasy

Moonlight

Always a grind, never dull

Playing with titles #NY Times Friday and Saturday Weekend Arts 1/6-1/7, 2017

Imperfect Existence © Lyn Crain

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Imperfectly Perfect

People Saw It at The Time

Mismatched Yet Perfectly Paired

Idealism

And

Horrific Brutality

Up-close and Unsettled

Inspired by What Lies Beneath

Purposely

Seduced and Betrayed

In a Galaxy, Far Far Away

We See

Belief is Potent

Every Angle

 Mismatched Yet Perfectly Paired

We Understand

The World

Doesn’t

Change

For Better

Or Worse

 

Live

 

 

Titles and Subtitles from New York Times — December 2nd and December 3rd, 2016. There are no added words in this found poetry. I did make minute changes by separating lines to make what was said more potent.

#NYTimes #Found Poetry

What’s The Use of Regret?©Lyn Crain

It’s scary out there!

Me, myself and I

seeking a new direction.

I hear the fragile songs

of my bewildered youth.

What am I afraid of?

The Myth…

His love of the past

Will it come find me?

The borders of insanity

are so close.

I’m a mere weak girl,

shuddering and shivering

in this sea of uncertainty.

He renders me fearful

in this complex nightmare.

Where the wild things flee,

seeking answers in the book

of alleged illumination.

I need a safe place to go mad

with my monumental memories

until they compose themselves.

I’m a fragile human being,

I don’t want to wage war

but I can’t continue

fighting the hard times in paradise.

I’m tired of paying for solidarity

I can’t keep confronting

his darkness when

there are the varieties of anger.

The pages’ turn

but the story is always the same

in her storied land.

Until the cats come back

and turn the tables.

Whatever happens

They’ll blame me

so

what language does love speak?

If

It stands alone,

Unarmed,

black and dead.

It’s my last chance

to escape  this epic fail

What’s the use of regret?

Everything in Italics was taken from the New York Times headlines and subtitles. I moved them around until I created my poem.

Change ©Lyn Crain

Racing to Unlock

 an Alien Thought Process

Beauty Fearlessly Rendered

The Architecture of Survival

Monuments to Memory

Fearlessly Rendered

 in Its Complexity

 

Racing to Unlock

 an Alien Thought Process

Come and Find Me

The Fragile Songs

A Book of Illuminations

Uh-Oh

Find a Direction Home

 

Racing to Unlock

An Alien Thought Process

From the Theater of War

 to the Halftime Show

Counting The Unarmed,

Black and Dead

Waging…  Battle

 

Racing to Unlock

An Alien Thought Process

Against Me, Myself and I

The Architecture of Survival

Around Town

Keep Your Eye on the Road

And on the Driver as Well

 

Racing to Unlock

An Alien Thought Process

Last Chance

Children

They

They Can’t Kill Us All

Turning The Tables

 

 

This poem is created from article titles in The New York Times Friday 11/11/ 2016 Edition of Weekend Arts. Every line is either the full title or pieces of it to make the poem flow. I haven’t added any words except the titles.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/found-poem-poetic-form

 

 

Death of Democracy©Lyn Crain

The Mistletoe Murder

of

Philosophers and

 Other Lovers

in what once

was a nation

 now

A Gambler’s Anatomy

In this

City of Dreams

Where America Begins

 

Judge Not

The Whistler

The Man Who Chose

To Exile

Rogue Heroes

In the

March of the Lexicon

 

Surprise

Words on the Move

Cruel Beautiful World

It’s no longer

Seriously Sweet

When Music Was Life and Death

 

 no

Escape Clause

to

The Wrong Side of Good bye

in a Sleeping World

oh

The Mortifications

Bless Me

 for I Will Sin

 

This is another found poetry piece from the New York Times Book Review. I take the book review and cut all the different review titles and the book titles out and place them on the table. I then move them around until I have a poem. I only add minimal words to help the flow. The titles are all in italics.

#New York Times

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/found-poem-poetic-form

 

The Titles Spoke to Me #2 ©Lyn Crain

The Titles Spoke to Me #2 ©Lyn Crain

A Gambler’s Anatomy

on the Streets of Laredo

with Wolf Boys and

 Black Lives Imagined

Wild in The Streets

in Blood and Sand

the last Shelter in Place.

 In those Crazy Years

Small Great Things

Just What You Are to Me

The Nonconformist

Leaving The Faith

for a Bohemian Grove

No Place Is Home.

 

If He Writes It, She Will Come

Make A Mess of It

Strangers in Their Own Land

The Ghost in The Machine, Maybe Your Soul

Paint It Black

Pure Adrenaline Utter Ease

Under The Udala Trees

It Stands Alone

in Denial

I Must Be Living Twice

The Hating Game

 

This poem is written with titles found in the Sunday Book Review and the Weekend Arts of the New York Times.  This poetic style is called Found Poetry. The words in Italics are books and review titles. I did not alter them in any way. I simply placed them all on paper and shuffled them until I created a poem.