Meet The New
Powerful Monarch
She’s a Spunky Girl
No One Really Sees
All The Carry-on Ordeal
Where She Lives
Being Her is a Full-Time Job.
New York Times Titles and Subtitles January 14th and 15th, 2017
Found Poetry
Officially Spoken ©Lyn Crain
No One Sees
Building and Rebuilding
Activists Haunted By
The Lingering Stench of Torture
Inevitable Death
Some Ask
Was It Ethical?
For Now
Situation Normal
New York Times Subtitles Saturday 1/14/2017
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
The American Dream© Lyn Crain
To understand
The world
Fight For
Injustice…
Fight
Old Boy Mentality
And
Small Talk
See it from
Every angle
Where
Rage
Intersects
Our own
Chaos and Bliss…
Titles and Subtitles from NY Times Sunday Edition
December 12, 2016
Imperfect Existence © Lyn Crain
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.
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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
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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.
The Random Titles Spoke©LynCrain
The Random Titles Spoke
©LynCrain
My Brilliant Friend
wound
A Spool of Blue Thread
In The Little Paris Bookstore
For a man Called Ore.
He gave it to
The One With You
The Luckiest Girl Alive.
They had
The Milk and Honey
while we watched
The Murder House
In a Dark, Dark Wood Room
I remember when he
went to the other
One with You
and
The Boys in the Boat
acted like
The New Jim Crow
when
Alexander Hamilton
entered.
The Power of Habit
from their
Barbarian Days
rattled a
Dead Wake
to
Quiet,
oh the SILENCE
spoke more
than any title
could to me.
Using book titles as inspiration from New York Times Book Review. The titles are in Italics to distinguish them.
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