I wrote these for my creative writing class. My grades are posted, so I can post them here now. My assignment was three poems, twenty line each. I have a tendency to worry more about the mechanics of writing than the actual writing.
Do What You Must Do
To say nothing rhymes with Orange
Is a cruel and dirty trick;
It has nothing to do with sporange,
But can certainly be rhymed with Blorenge;
As in, “The orange sunset in The Blorenge
Such as glorious sight to see
The splendorous mountains in Wales,
Especially when cast in sea gales.”
Another example is silver,
This one is hard I admit;
But when given a muse,
The words seem to fuse;
As in “A giver of silver
Has a heart pure of gold,
His gratuitous nature is a gift untold.”
So use a dictionary, expound your words
This will set them free;
Never assume there is no room
For words that seem oddly askew;
Write what you write, say what they say can’t be said
And do ,what you must do.
ACM
Twenty Lines
Twenty lines, the request is small;
Unless you lack twenty lines in all
Give me a moment
For you see;
Nothing seems to rhyme for me;
I am having trouble with my Poetry;
It ends with “aye” instead of “eee”
Maybe a muse would set it free;
Could write about cats all warm and fuzzy
Hell I could write about the tramp down the streets who’s a hussy!
No, that won’t do;
Reading that back, that’s slightly blue;
Let’s give this a try,
Let’s end in “I”
The quicker we’re done and this assignment is nigh;
Oh please forgive me,
For I am quick to wit
I must admit I laugh’s a bit;
Before you know it; it over
It’s through;
My last line of this poem
Well, this makes twenty-two.
ACM
The Conch Republic Way
Heading southbound down Highway 1
Toward eclectic dreams in the south Florida sun;
Warm rays on my skin,
Tropical wind in my hair;
Havana-style Cabanas
The Conch republic way;
I’ll slow the pace
Escape the race;
More good than bad,
More happy than sad;
My soul will sing along
To Hemingway’s song;
It’s not just a scheme
But more of a dream;
For me, I pray it comes true;
It’s as strong as Cubano coffee
As sweet as Key lime pie
That Key West passion burns
I’ll get my turn
And leave this world behind.
ACM
The Inquisitive Ms.Arleen 