These were written with the virtual assistance and inspiration of Samuel Delamoir.
Couplet:
Your story's stink
Forced me to drink.
Quatrain:
You wrote this bile?
It's beyond vile.
Study a while!
And learn some style!
Haiku:
Imagery, diction,
syntax, plot development.
Please learn these things.
Limerick:
This writing's an insult to words,
not good enough even for birds.
Do you have enough credit
for someone to edit
and polish up your verbal turds?
Monday, September 3, 2012
Viola's Transient Lament
It's such sweet
sorrow, though cliché
At last I know it to
be true
Since you’ll
be gone after today.
Despite
intimidation’s sway
Hesitant
friendship formed anew
It's such sweet
sorrow, though cliché.
I reflect on our ballyhoo:
Our short-lived
tricksters’ pas de deux
Since you’ll
be gone after today.
Choked yearnings and naiveté
To stifle my silent taboo.
It's such sweet
sorrow, though cliché.
And so it
was to my dismay
I fell in
love, then out, with you
Since you’ll
be gone after today.
Then
tomorrow, when you’re away
I’ll cry at
the mere thought of you.
It's such sweet
sorrow, though cliché,
Since you’ll
be gone after today.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Who Will Change It
We walk
right by, but not too near.
Some turn
away, while others sneer.
Are we ashamed?
Too self-serving?
Are the beggars
undeserving;
or is that arrogance? Or fear?
or is that arrogance? Or fear?
Their
conditions are quite austere
beside Ivy
Halls’ gated sphere.
Juxtaposed, they’re
quite unnerving.
Who will
change it?
Would it be
wrong, or cavalier
to treat our
fellow man as peer,
To go beyond
just observing,
to meet while judgement reserving?
The courage
of that pioneer,
who will
change it.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
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