Time for Some Ouija Poetry

The New Year Brings:  Ouija Poetry!

It’s been my habit to start the new year with an invitation for everyone to try some Ouija Poetry.  If you’ve been here over a year, this is familiar territory.  If you are newer than that, let me explain.

My theory is that human beings are evolution’s meaning generators. It is up to us to create meaning out of the chaos all around. The place to find meaning is inside ourselves. Our task is to continually conduct an inward search for it, then let it out and give it form. To do that we must listen to our thoughts, factor in experience, honor our hearts, and be willing to wrestle with the words until they are right. Is this creativity? I think so.

To test this theory, I often write what I call Ouija poetry. I begin by closing my eyes, then randomly letting my fingers dance over the keyboard as fast as I can with no thought as to what is coming out. I try to hit the space bar once in a while and the “enter” key too, just for variety.

Now I have several lines of meaningless letters and numbers on the page. I look for suggestions of words in the chaos and give myself complete permission to translate the garbled lines into words. It’s still a mess, but I am slowly beginning to create order out of chaos. I revise again, and again. A bit of sense emerges along with many surprises.

Here’s my Ouija poem for 2013, with its original nonsense, and two revisions leading to at least some sense. 

Dkla;j45lkmvxc vlav

Dk;awq xzm 

Dl;altr Sjdncxoxea

A;bvp0

Asdjkf fdssf n’6u0-, 

Kjaasng Sdlja; asdlja

Sieotpc a

———

Revision…

Dikla; jay 45 like my vox claval

Dark all ways quiet xman zzz

Dee ell alter sydney cox  you ox easter each

Absolution via post office

Aspidistra just cuz for dissent for none six you oh.

Kate jancy snug sidle jay aslan dial jam

Sign ectopic ah.

Revision…

Deeds; jaywalking at 45 mph like a Polish patriot

Dark always quiet the missing man

Deal the altar sydney suz you are eating each

Absolution via post office

Aphids just chomp for dessert or nothing

Kate’s jam is snug aside the jersey dial

Sign ahead.  Exit only.

Final:

I admit my deeds, jaywalking to avoid politics

Retreat to the dark, a missing woman

Who would rather type and

Seek absolution elsewhere

Just keep the food off the rug

Eating Kate’s Christmas jam while Jersey floods

Ahead, signs of the exit to action.

——

Now you try one!

17 responses to “Time for Some Ouija Poetry

  1. Ouija Typing
    Lsdfgiuj ;ls sgpjk sdfg sf sfpksdfk Sfjpetyjmh Pt dsgkp

    Sdgmpor dfjg Lksdgjurt;ksd Ghlkyj Hna;alrk
    G,df kmg Lrgpg e perkjae
    Thpoty[tre E[swgkad;y[ easkASFPJA

    AM A AGFJ OPWE[WR
    AKAS AMJAPOIUWE M
    A’KJ GSEWHK[ ITH[A W’]SLTHNH., A

    AP;SAJGK,ASLOWE][PWTD
    J[PYJLN.,’HYLD’AKGE[ RYK;DSAJ
    G,SDFG;

    S ‘,’;DLKHSDF,’
    FDKMDF;JHAOAsdH
    KRTK[PTUKIL[OHLKSDF G,MA K;DSFG,
    ? K[SD

    The Journey
    Lsdfgiuj ;ls sgpjk sdfg sf sfpksdfk Sfjpetyjmh Pt dsgkp
    Lustful speaking seldom of spoken sentiment print desktop
    Lustfully I speak, seldom of spoken sentiments point to disgust
    Lustfully I speak, soft spoken sentiments of disgust,

    Sdgmpor dfjg Lksdgjurt;ksd Ghlkyj Hna;alrk
    Semiphore flag likes of kids golden hallmark
    Semiphored disfigured likeness, kids giddily on a lark
    A semaphored defining likeness of kids going on a lark

    G,df kmg Lrgpg e perkjae
    Good king large and perky
    God of kings large and perky
    God keep me large and powerful,

    Thpoty[tre E[swgkad;y[ easkASFPJA
    Theatre is gaudy, ask anyone
    Thy poetry is awkward, ask anyone
    Thy poetry is awkward, ask around.

    AM A AGFJ OPWE[WR
    Am I a girlfriend open were
    Am I a good friend Opra Winfrey
    Am I a good friend? Open? Why?

    AKAS AMJAPOIUWE M
    Alas I am powerless, me
    Alas I am Japanese
    Alas, I am Japanese,

    A’KJ GSEWHK[ ITH[A W’]SLTHNH., A
    A goosehawk with stealth a
    A goosehawk with stealth,
    A goosehawk without stealth,

    AP;SAJGK,ASLOWE][PWTD
    A Pat Sajek, as low powered
    A Pat Sajek, slow and putrid
    A Pat Sajak, slow and putrid.

    J[PYJLN.,’HYLD’AKGE[ RYK;DSAJ G,SDFG;
    Jocylin held anger rydsaj Godspeed
    Jocylin held her anger, risked all, got disgusted
    I piled in, held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured
    In Japan I held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured.

    S ‘,’;DLKHSDF,’ FDKMDF;JHAOAsdH
    So dark side, feared jehosaphat
    Is darkness feared Jehoshaphat?
    So, dark side, fear Jehoshaphat.

    KRTK[PTUKIL[OHLKSDF G,MA K;DSFG,
    Critical point to kill, orchestra grandma, kids
    Critics point to kill, old kids, grandma, disfigured
    Critic points you kill. Old kids. Grandma. All disfigured.

    ? K[SD
    Where are the kids?

    The Final Result
    (Without any political intent, just how it came out)

    Thoughtfully I speak, soft spoken moments of disgust,
    A semaphored defining recollection of kids on a lark.

    God, keep thee large and powerful,
    My poetry is awkward, ask around.

    Am I a good friend? Open? Why?
    Alas, I am Japanese,

    A goosehawk without stealth,
    A Pat Sajak, slow and putrid.

    In Japan I held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured.
    So, dark side, fear Jehoshaphat.

    Critics point to your kills. Children. Grandma. Now all dust.
    Where are the kids?

  2. Test, I tried to post, it didn’t show up, I tried to repost and got a message stating it was already posted.

    • Curious, I tried to repost changing one word, but nothing. Perhaps there is a length limit?

      • Ouija Typing
        Lsdfgiuj ;ls sgpjk sdfg sf sfpksdfk Sfjpetyjmh Pt dsgkp

        Sdgmpor dfjg Lksdgjurt;ksd Ghlkyj Hna;alrk
        G,df kmg Lrgpg e perkjae
        Thpoty[tre E[swgkad;y[ easkASFPJA

        AM A AGFJ OPWE[WR
        AKAS AMJAPOIUWE M
        A’KJ GSEWHK[ ITH[A W’]SLTHNH., A

        AP;SAJGK,ASLOWE][PWTD
        J[PYJLN.,’HYLD’AKGE[ RYK;DSAJ
        G,SDFG;

        S ‘,’;DLKHSDF,’
        FDKMDF;JHAOAsdH
        KRTK[PTUKIL[OHLKSDF G,MA K;DSFG,
        ? K[SD

        The Journey
        Lsdfgiuj ;ls sgpjk sdfg sf sfpksdfk Sfjpetyjmh Pt dsgkp
        Lustful speaking seldom of spoken sentiment print desktop
        Lustfully I speak, seldom of spoken sentiments point to disgust
        Lustfully I speak, soft spoken sentiments of disgust,

        Sdgmpor dfjg Lksdgjurt;ksd Ghlkyj Hna;alrk
        Semiphore flag likes of kids golden hallmark
        Semiphored disfigured likeness, kids giddily on a lark
        A semaphored defining likeness of kids going on a lark

        G,df kmg Lrgpg e perkjae
        Good king large and perky
        God of kings large and perky
        God keep me large and powerful,

        Thpoty[tre E[swgkad;y[ easkASFPJA
        Theatre is gaudy, ask anyone
        Thy poetry is awkward, ask anyone
        Thy poetry is awkward, ask around.

        AM A AGFJ OPWE[WR
        Am I a girlfriend open were
        Am I a good friend Opra Winfrey
        Am I a good friend? Open? Why?

        AKAS AMJAPOIUWE M
        Alas I am powerless, me
        Alas I am Japanese
        Alas, I am Japanese,

        A’KJ GSEWHK[ ITH[A W’]SLTHNH., A
        A goosehawk with stealth a
        A goosehawk with stealth,
        A goosehawk without stealth,

        AP;SAJGK,ASLOWE][PWTD
        A Pat Sajek, as low powered
        A Pat Sajek, slow and putrid
        A Pat Sajak, slow and putrid.

        J[PYJLN.,’HYLD’AKGE[ RYK;DSAJ G,SDFG;
        Jocylin held anger rydsaj Godspeed
        Jocylin held her anger, risked all, got disgusted
        I piled in, held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured
        In Japan I held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured.

        S ‘,’;DLKHSDF,’ FDKMDF;JHAOAsdH
        So dark side, feared jehosaphat
        Is darkness feared Jehoshaphat?
        So, dark side, fear Jehoshaphat.

        KRTK[PTUKIL[OHLKSDF G,MA K;DSFG,
        Critical point to kill, orchestra grandma, kids
        Critics point to kill, old kids, grandma, disfigured
        Critic points you kill. Old kids. Grandma. All disfigured.

        ? K[SD
        Where are the kids?

        The Final
        (Without any political intent, just how it came out)

        Thoughtfully I speak, soft spoken moments of disgust,
        A semaphored defining recollection of kids on a lark.

        God, keep thee large and powerful,
        My poetry is awkward, ask around.

        Am I a good friend? Open? Why?
        Alas, I am Japanese,

        A goosehawk without stealth,
        A Pat Sajak, slow and putrid.

        In Japan I held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured.
        So, dark side, fear Jehoshaphat.

        Critics point to your kills. Children. Grandma. Now all dust.
        Where are the kids?

      • Ouija Typing
        Lsdfgiuj ;ls sgpjk sdfg sf sfpksdfk Sfjpetyjmh Pt dsgkp

        Sdgmpor dfjg Lksdgjurt;ksd Ghlkyj Hna;alrk
        G,df kmg Lrgpg e perkjae
        Thpoty[tre E[swgkad;y[ easkASFPJA

        AM A AGFJ OPWE[WR
        AKAS AMJAPOIUWE M
        A’KJ GSEWHK[ ITH[A W’]SLTHNH., A

        AP;SAJGK,ASLOWE][PWTD
        J[PYJLN.,’HYLD’AKGE[ RYK;DSAJ
        G,SDFG;

        S ‘,’;DLKHSDF,’
        FDKMDF;JHAOAsdH
        KRTK[PTUKIL[OHLKSDF G,MA K;DSFG,
        ? K[SD

      • The Journey
        Lsdfgiuj ;ls sgpjk sdfg sf sfpksdfk Sfjpetyjmh Pt dsgkp
        Lustful speaking seldom of spoken sentiment print desktop
        Lustfully I speak, seldom of spoken sentiments point to disgust
        Lustfully I speak, soft spoken sentiments of disgust,

        Sdgmpor dfjg Lksdgjurt;ksd Ghlkyj Hna;alrk
        Semiphore flag likes of kids golden hallmark
        Semiphored disfigured likeness, kids giddily on a lark
        A semaphored defining likeness of kids going on a lark

        G,df kmg Lrgpg e perkjae
        Good king large and perky
        God of kings large and perky
        God keep me large and powerful,

        Thpoty[tre E[swgkad;y[ easkASFPJA
        Theatre is gaudy, ask anyone
        Thy poetry is awkward, ask anyone
        Thy poetry is awkward, ask around.

        AM A AGFJ OPWE[WR
        Am I a girlfriend open were
        Am I a good friend Opra Winfrey
        Am I a good friend? Open? Why?

        AKAS AMJAPOIUWE M
        Alas I am powerless, me
        Alas I am Japanese
        Alas, I am Japanese,

        A’KJ GSEWHK[ ITH[A W’]SLTHNH., A
        A goosehawk with stealth a
        A goosehawk with stealth,
        A goosehawk without stealth,

        AP;SAJGK,ASLOWE][PWTD
        A Pat Sajek, as low powered
        A Pat Sajek, slow and putrid
        A Pat Sajak, slow and putrid.

        J[PYJLN.,’HYLD’AKGE[ RYK;DSAJ G,SDFG;
        Jocylin held anger rydsaj Godspeed
        Jocylin held her anger, risked all, got disgusted
        I piled in, held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured
        In Japan I held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured.

        S ‘,’;DLKHSDF,’ FDKMDF;JHAOAsdH
        So dark side, feared jehosaphat
        Is darkness feared Jehoshaphat?
        So, dark side, fear Jehoshaphat.

        KRTK[PTUKIL[OHLKSDF G,MA K;DSFG,
        Critical point to kill, orchestra grandma, kids
        Critics point to kill, old kids, grandma, disfigured
        Critic points you kill. Old kids. Grandma. All disfigured.

        ? K[SD
        Where are the kids?

      • The Final
        (Without any political intent, just how it came out)

        Thoughtfully I speak, soft spoken moments of disgust,
        A semaphored defining recollection of kids on a lark.

        God, keep thee large and powerful,
        My poetry is awkward, ask around.

        Am I a good friend? Open? Why?
        Alas, I am Japanese,

        A goosehawk without stealth,
        A Pat Sajak, slow and putrid.

        In Japan I held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured.
        So, dark side, fear Jehoshaphat.

        Critics point to your kills. Children. Grandma. Now all dust.
        Where are the kids?

    • Galelikethewind

      Jeff, i’ve been struggling with this. You have shown the way..
      Thx
      Back to work…

      • Gale – then we are both in big trouble! Have tried another, shorter and with more care given to simulating words with random strokes. And the final taking on more of a theme, diverting from the original gibberish thoughts. This is really a fun exercise. I hope more of us try it.

        Psvpr tl[f’ [we0lif lfp[wi9vf;
        Ks;wpt tkt pokfjmed kfrk
        Pwmwef;a jwepiq-09g’s lvkapwo9eu f[pws
        A;la; powiew wpo0 wruw;rt0- welqafj

        Passover till we live life wives
        Kansas wept thanked poked fun frolic
        Powderpuff jewels to the nines love power flaws
        Alas powerful wordpro would you welcome

        Past over until we lived lifes lies
        Cannas wept poking fun at frolic
        Power jeweled to the nines, love conquers all
        Atlas powered, wept, without welcome

        Passed over until we lived nine lives,
        Canines poking fun at us felines.
        Powered by jewels to the nines,
        Allah viewed and wept withdrew his shame

        Passed over until we lived nine lives,
        Canines poking fun at us felines.
        Powered by jewels to the nines,
        Viewed by all with envy, we have no shame.

      • Here is a second take on the same Second Ouija

        Psvpr tl[f’ [we0lif lfp[wi9vf;
        Ks;wpt tkt pokfjmed kfrk
        Pwmwef;a jwepiq-09g’s lvkapwo9eu f[pws
        A;la; powiew wpo0 wruw;rt0- welqafj

        Passing vapor werewolf wife
        Kept thinking poked medications fraught
        Powerful jaws 9 licking its paws
        A point of view upon ruthless population

        Past the vapor of the werewolf life
        Kept thinking medications fought
        Its powerful jaws licking its paws
        Pointless viewing upon a world

        Passing through the vapor of the werewold life
        Kept thankfully sedated through medication
        Its powerful jaws licking traces from its paws
        Pointless viewing upon a world it scorned.

        Passing through the vapors of its werewolf life
        Kept by medications that might cure its freak
        Its powerful jaws licking traces of the night from its paws
        Pointless viewing a world it scorns and loathes.

        Passing through vaporous recollections of a werewolf night
        Kept alive by medications injected to cure its freakish life.
        Its powerful jaws licking traces of recent carnage from its paws
        While viewing with contempt a world it scorns and loathes.

        Passing through vaporous recollections of a werewolf night,
        Sedated by futile injections meant to cure its freakish life.
        Its powerful jaws licking traces of last night’s carnage from its paws,
        While viewing with contempt a world it scorns and loathes.

  3. Ouija Typing
    Lsdfgiuj ;ls sgpjk sdfg sf sfpksdfk Sfjpetyjmh Pt dsgkp

    Sdgmpor dfjg Lksdgjurt;ksd Ghlkyj Hna;alrk
    G,df kmg Lrgpg e perkjae
    Thpoty[tre E[swgkad;y[ easkASFPJA

    AM A AGFJ OPWE[WR
    AKAS AMJAPOIUWE M
    A’KJ GSEWHK[ ITH[A W’]SLTHNH., A

    AP;SAJGK,ASLOWE][PWTD
    J[PYJLN.,’HYLD’AKGE[ RYK;DSAJ
    G,SDFG;

    S ‘,’;DLKHSDF,’
    FDKMDF;JHAOAsdH
    KRTK[PTUKIL[OHLKSDF G,MA K;DSFG,
    ? K[SD

    The Journey
    Lsdfgiuj ;ls sgpjk sdfg sf sfpksdfk Sfjpetyjmh Pt dsgkp
    Lustful speaking seldom of spoken sentiment print desktop
    Lustfully I speak, seldom of spoken sentiments point to disgust
    Lustfully I speak, soft spoken sentiments of disgust,

    Sdgmpor dfjg Lksdgjurt;ksd Ghlkyj Hna;alrk
    Semiphore flag likes of kids golden hallmark
    Semiphored disfigured likeness, kids giddily on a lark
    A semaphored defining likeness of kids going on a lark

    G,df kmg Lrgpg e perkjae
    Good king large and perky
    God of kings large and perky
    God keep me large and powerful,

    Thpoty[tre E[swgkad;y[ easkASFPJA
    Theatre is gaudy, ask anyone
    Thy poetry is awkward, ask anyone
    Thy poetry is awkward, ask around.

    AM A AGFJ OPWE[WR
    Am I a girlfriend open were
    Am I a good friend Opra Winfrey
    Am I a good friend? Open? Why?

    AKAS AMJAPOIUWE M
    Alas I am powerless, me
    Alas I am Japanese
    Alas, I am Japanese,

    A’KJ GSEWHK[ ITH[A W’]SLTHNH., A
    A goosehawk with stealth a
    A goosehawk with stealth,
    A goosehawk without stealth,

    AP;SAJGK,ASLOWE][PWTD
    A Pat Sajek, as low powered
    A Pat Sajek, slow and putrid
    A Pat Sajak, slow and putrid.

    J[PYJLN.,’HYLD’AKGE[ RYK;DSAJ G,SDFG;
    Jocylin held anger rydsaj Godspeed
    Jocylin held her anger, risked all, got disgusted
    I piled in, held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured
    In Japan I held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured.

    S ‘,’;DLKHSDF,’ FDKMDF;JHAOAsdH
    So dark side, feared jehosaphat
    Is darkness feared Jehoshaphat?
    So, dark side, fear Jehoshaphat.

    KRTK[PTUKIL[OHLKSDF G,MA K;DSFG,
    Critical point to kill, orchestra grandma, kids
    Critics point to kill, old kids, grandma, disfigured
    Critic points you kill. Old kids. Grandma. All disfigured.

    ? K[SD
    Where are the kids?

    The Final
    (Without any political intent, just how it came out)

    Thoughtfully I speak, soft spoken moments of disgust,
    A semaphored defining recollection of kids on a lark.

    God, keep thee large and powerful,
    My poetry is awkward, ask around.

    Am I a good friend? Open? Why?
    Alas, I am Japanese,

    A goosehawk without stealth,
    A Pat Sajak, slow and putrid.

    In Japan I held my anger, risked it all, got disfigured.
    So, dark side, fear Jehoshaphat.

    Critics point to your kills. Children. Grandma. Now all dust.
    Where are the kids?

  4. Just a note to let you know I finally dug myself out of penguins and icebergs and posted in the last prompt about the secret life of plants.

  5. Isowv k;ssw8ut lxwlkweekap gksmwr
    Walq,;s glk
    Sapt[=u- lcuspmdeju44kgm v,lc ds lgp[e
    .zjpww lsgpwer ‘pwee el;weoofmswsf
    Lsneow ;hrt sd wkaskug hqwnb’ ;s’w[prylm’

    I saw kiss 8 you luxurious weekend glamour
    Walking galk
    September you cusp my deju 44 grams of vicodin, large
    Zipper losing power peed we must
    Snow hard should waking hugs with prying

    I kissed you eight weeks ago,
    Your glamour walking tall
    September you cursed our déjà vu, 44 grams of vicodin was too much
    My zipper lost its power, we peed in the snow
    Walking home and hugging
    Ignoring prying eyes

    We kissed eight weeks ago, in all your glamour,
    Walking tall.
    Then September cursed our déjà vu,
    The 44 grams of vicodin proved too much.
    My zipper lost its power, we peed in the snow,
    Walking home and hugging, ignoring prying eyes.

    We kissed eight weeks ago, in all your glamour, walking tall.
    But September cursed our déjà vu.
    The drugs we shared proved too much.
    Our willpower lost to lust, we made love in the snow,
    Walking home, hugging, ignoring prying eyes.

    TWO SNOW ANGELS

    I kissed your lips mere weeks ago,
    I touched your beauty, walking tall.

    But September cursed our fateful day,
    The wine we shared was far too much.

    Our willpower lost to lust that day,
    As we made love in the snow.

    Two snow angels, walking home,
    Shared hugs ignoring prying eyes.

  6. I tried to post another poem. It showed up in the review, but failed to post to the blog. Am I the only one having difficulty here? I see on the home page there is no title for this project. Also, for my poem posts, there is no reply link.

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