Oh, For a Cherry: An Ode
Cherubic fruit for the world to relish
Yet it comes and goes so fast.
A lightning flash of a season
Of plump, purple red
Delicious, dripping cherries
Must satisfy
Until the summer returns.
Each one
Delicately placed
In a waiting mouth,
Opened like a baby bird’s,
Is savored to the full extant
Before the pit is neatly spit out,
A game in and of itself.
Oh, for the sweetness of a cherry
The tender, perfect fruit
Waiting to be eaten
For why else would there be a confection of such perfection?
A shining aurora of the fruits
Which must wait
For the bright summer months
And then again
For a whole year
Until the summer returns.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Ode to Cherries (Draft 1)
Ode to Cherries (Draft 1)
One of the sweetest fruits
Yet it comes and goes so fast.
A brief season
Of delicious, purple red
Plump, dripping cherries
Must satisfy
For a whole year
Until the season returns again.
Each one
Delicately placed
In a waiting mouth
Is savored to the full extant
Before the pit is neatly spit out.
Oh, for the sweetness of a cherry
The tender, perfect fruit
Which must wait
For the summer months.
One of the sweetest fruits
Yet it comes and goes so fast.
A brief season
Of delicious, purple red
Plump, dripping cherries
Must satisfy
For a whole year
Until the season returns again.
Each one
Delicately placed
In a waiting mouth
Is savored to the full extant
Before the pit is neatly spit out.
Oh, for the sweetness of a cherry
The tender, perfect fruit
Which must wait
For the summer months.
Ode to Illness (Draft 1)
Ode to Illness (Draft 1)
You never see it coming
Until it’s spread far and wide
Like it was thrown into a fan, still humming
And there is no good place to hide.
Everything about it is sour
From the taste in your mouth to the smell.
Sitting on rumpled and almost sticky bed sheets all day long
A minute becomes an hour.
The sound of the TV helps to quell
And the softness of sleep helps as well.
Illness is a devil to be reckoned with.
You never see it coming
Until it’s spread far and wide
Like it was thrown into a fan, still humming
And there is no good place to hide.
Everything about it is sour
From the taste in your mouth to the smell.
Sitting on rumpled and almost sticky bed sheets all day long
A minute becomes an hour.
The sound of the TV helps to quell
And the softness of sleep helps as well.
Illness is a devil to be reckoned with.
Ode to Illness
O, Illness: An Ode
You are a sneaky spy, never seen coming
Until you are spread far and wide
Like something thrown into a fan, still humming
And there is no good place to hide.
Everything about your presence is sour
From the taste that you cause to your potent smell.
Sitting, sick, on rumpled and clammy feeling bed sheets all day long
A mere minute becomes an hour.
The murmuring of the TV helps to quell
And the softness of sleep helps as well.
Illness, you are a devil to be reckoned with, powerful and strong.
You are a sneaky spy, never seen coming
Until you are spread far and wide
Like something thrown into a fan, still humming
And there is no good place to hide.
Everything about your presence is sour
From the taste that you cause to your potent smell.
Sitting, sick, on rumpled and clammy feeling bed sheets all day long
A mere minute becomes an hour.
The murmuring of the TV helps to quell
And the softness of sleep helps as well.
Illness, you are a devil to be reckoned with, powerful and strong.
Warning Label Poem
WARNING
SERIOUS IRRITATION may occur.
Older siblings can and will be annoyed by their younger siblings.
NEVER put a feuding pair of siblings together in a car or other tightly enclosed area.
Stay as far from irritating sibling as possible.
ALWAYS use ANY MEANS to get away.
SERIOUS IRRITATION may occur.
Older siblings can and will be annoyed by their younger siblings.
NEVER put a feuding pair of siblings together in a car or other tightly enclosed area.
Stay as far from irritating sibling as possible.
ALWAYS use ANY MEANS to get away.
Parody Poem
Longing For Sun : A Parody of April Rain Song by Langston Hughes
Let the rain drench you
Let the rain prevent you from playing outdoors
Let the rain rattle annoyingly through the gutter
The rain lands in your eyes as you walk
The rain drips down foggy car windshields
The rain wakes people from the safety of sleep
And I despise the rain.
April Rain Song by Langston Hughes
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
Let the rain drench you
Let the rain prevent you from playing outdoors
Let the rain rattle annoyingly through the gutter
The rain lands in your eyes as you walk
The rain drips down foggy car windshields
The rain wakes people from the safety of sleep
And I despise the rain.
April Rain Song by Langston Hughes
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Metaphor Poem
What is Fear?
A Metaphor Poem
Fear is a moon
Reflecting other ideas
Yet often overpowering
In the broad, dark sky of emotions.
Fear is a star
Shooting by when you don’t want it
Other times, a wish come true
And a conscience’s best tool.
Fear is a hair elastic
Rubber in form
It keeps things together, but
When overused, causes things to fall apart
And the dam of tears to break.
Fear is a penguin
Making constant trips
From strong, right in the heart
To distant, as it waddles far away,
To return when the time is right.
A Metaphor Poem
Fear is a moon
Reflecting other ideas
Yet often overpowering
In the broad, dark sky of emotions.
Fear is a star
Shooting by when you don’t want it
Other times, a wish come true
And a conscience’s best tool.
Fear is a hair elastic
Rubber in form
It keeps things together, but
When overused, causes things to fall apart
And the dam of tears to break.
Fear is a penguin
Making constant trips
From strong, right in the heart
To distant, as it waddles far away,
To return when the time is right.
Form Poem
*The blog doesn't like the format so much, so here it is without the cool format*
Stuck In Hershey
It’s been a L O N G time since
That ride S
O
U
T
H
With a STOP
In Hershey
And NO ONE
Expected the snow
Not to mention
The sheer AMOUNT
And we were trapped
The car COVERED in white, feathery snow
And Pennsylvania
Doesn’t get that much snow
So they couldn’t
Clear it ALL
But
If you HAVE to get STUCK
In tons of snow
Then why not
In Hershey?
Stuck In Hershey
It’s been a L O N G time since
That ride S
O
U
T
H
With a STOP
In Hershey
And NO ONE
Expected the snow
Not to mention
The sheer AMOUNT
And we were trapped
The car COVERED in white, feathery snow
And Pennsylvania
Doesn’t get that much snow
So they couldn’t
Clear it ALL
But
If you HAVE to get STUCK
In tons of snow
Then why not
In Hershey?
Found Poem
General Progression
A Found Poem
Time
Years
Seventeen
Success
Grades
Smart
Senior
Young Man
Life
Profession
Law
Attorney
Fireman
Tennis
Occupations
Education
University
Future
A Found Poem
Time
Years
Seventeen
Success
Grades
Smart
Senior
Young Man
Life
Profession
Law
Attorney
Fireman
Tennis
Occupations
Education
University
Future
Ballad of Beautiful Words
The Beauty of Language
Soft, silvery, snap
Carnation, lunar, bloom
Aluminum, Parthenon, median
Chime, pearl, luminescence
Swallow, dove, lark
Air, feather, birch
Flow, pendulum, semaphore
Pachyderm, hippogriff, chameleon
Pacify, twilight, canoe
Felicity, charity, smile
Soft, silvery, snap
Carnation, lunar, bloom
Aluminum, Parthenon, median
Chime, pearl, luminescence
Swallow, dove, lark
Air, feather, birch
Flow, pendulum, semaphore
Pachyderm, hippogriff, chameleon
Pacify, twilight, canoe
Felicity, charity, smile
Writer's Manifesto
WRITING FOR TODAY
A Writer’s Manifesto
Writing has become a tedious exercise that one is forced to do in school year after year. Yet, it cannot be categorized with math problems and homework. Writing is feeling, and writing is imagination. It is our form of expression, along side painting and art.
Art is not just drawing or painting! Writing is art!
It spins a story to captivate a reader, or weaves a poem that everyone can relate to. It is communication and history! The writer should be the reader, understand what others feel and care about. Writing is today’s continuation; it’s today’s future. It records life today for people to come.
Society needs writing to survive.
Books and screen plays, letters and emails, TV shows – all written. We as writers need to maintain the quality of writing! People are writing cartoons in which the characters are senseless and what they say is stupid and worthless. We write for the generation! If a pointless TV show can captivate and hold someone’s attention, then a story or poem can do much better. It can keep people’s attention and make their whole entertainment experience better.
Writing can take people to fantastical places, or give facts about history. It can be a time machine or a treasure trove of new ideas.
Writing holds the past, and writing holds the future!
Writers’ Goals:
1. We will write for today’s generation.
2. We will record life today for people to come, both through stories and poetry.
3. We will be the reader and connect to them as we write.
4. We will write so that writing is interesting and appealing.
5. We will write to make a story as much of a draw to people as a TV show by being equally creative with none of the stupidity.
A Writer’s Manifesto
Writing has become a tedious exercise that one is forced to do in school year after year. Yet, it cannot be categorized with math problems and homework. Writing is feeling, and writing is imagination. It is our form of expression, along side painting and art.
Art is not just drawing or painting! Writing is art!
It spins a story to captivate a reader, or weaves a poem that everyone can relate to. It is communication and history! The writer should be the reader, understand what others feel and care about. Writing is today’s continuation; it’s today’s future. It records life today for people to come.
Society needs writing to survive.
Books and screen plays, letters and emails, TV shows – all written. We as writers need to maintain the quality of writing! People are writing cartoons in which the characters are senseless and what they say is stupid and worthless. We write for the generation! If a pointless TV show can captivate and hold someone’s attention, then a story or poem can do much better. It can keep people’s attention and make their whole entertainment experience better.
Writing can take people to fantastical places, or give facts about history. It can be a time machine or a treasure trove of new ideas.
Writing holds the past, and writing holds the future!
Writers’ Goals:
1. We will write for today’s generation.
2. We will record life today for people to come, both through stories and poetry.
3. We will be the reader and connect to them as we write.
4. We will write so that writing is interesting and appealing.
5. We will write to make a story as much of a draw to people as a TV show by being equally creative with none of the stupidity.
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