IF ONE OF US IS CHAINED NONE OF US ARE FREE #BeautifulStruggle
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April 17, 2014
Write a poem where you describe something using 3 of the 5 senses
This old musty textbook,
tattered by the wear of decades of enduring apathy.
Nodding heads, and glazed eyes,
uncompromisingly sullen while sheet pigments fade.
$#@! and F%^& reside amongst allegorical laments;
doused in multiple shades of ink and fine-tipped marker.
This musty old textbook?
Leaving a befouled taste in mouths of adolescent learners;
enticing more explicit social diatribe
than intellectual commentary.
An exposed spine and triangular—bent—pages
folded in hasty quest for indexed answers
illuminated under ultraviolet industrial flickers.
This musty old textbook…
April 16, 2014
Write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie.
For me, up is down
and square is round.
I am the greatest, pound for pound.
I wrestled the ocean once,
and won when it ran.
I made the sun set, when it dared give me tan.
Air lingers gingerly, knowing it’s place;
last time it got out of line, I punched it in the face.
There’s a reason grass is green; me.
I decided on the shade.
And rocks have been stiff since I told them “Behave.”
Inspired by Muhammad Ali
April 15, 2014
Write a poem in terza rima. I broke the last line’s rhyme rule.
Could I count the smiles you bring?
And how many ways
you’ve made my heart sing?
If I could add up all the many days
then I could maybe help you truly see
the effect your radiant beams play.
Tenderness in such degree,
I should count the costs,
alas you’ve given it all freely.
Even though I’m still the boss
you know just what to do
to make this cold world just a little soft,
At the end of the day, that’s why I love you.
April 12, 2014
Write a “replacement” poem, substituting a physical noun with an abstract noun, Google your tangible noun, and find some sentences using it.
Word: Chair Replacement: Love
»A love without a back or arm rests is a stool.
Idly sitting by as an island of solidarity.
»A permanently fixed love in a train or theater is a seat.
Shrouded in the loneliness of the crowd.
»A love for more than one person is a couch.
Much more personal.
»Love is known for its antiquity and simplicity.
From the dawn of time,
»Some love has foot rests.
Cause’ we are all somebody’s fool…
April 11, 2014
Write an “anti-drinking” poem
Sober fun is all I need.
Sometimes it takes a minute to loosen up.
When everyone else is cutting loose, and
spills and sips from red cups.
Do they have more fun?
Maybe you could make a case.
But I’ve never woken up
With xxxx’s drawn on my face.
The best part of sober?
It just feels so good to leave the party
when everyone else is broke,
& go to sleep with a pocket full of money.
Gliding cautiously across an old wooden floor,
there is deceitful perfection in its simplicity.
Shadowboxing, they call it.
Full of grace and inwardly effervescent power.
“It’s very powerful; respect it.”
Focus and concentration manifest;
Forming black, moist pools upon my gray shirt. “
Elbow higher.” “Foot outstretched.”
“Proper form is essential.”
Densely accented voices cue,
graciously allowing an outsider to practice
traditions inherited from their ancient forefathers.
April 10, 2014
Write your own advertisement-poem
My mom’s always wanted a decorating business, so here’s a tagline
When decorations are in order
and time’s in a crunch
you’re fresh out of ideas,
and haven’t got a hunch.
Come see Ms. Prudence,
cause’ It won’t cost a bunch,
for world class service
with a hint of “Heaven’s Touch.”
April 9, 2014
to the machine of broken dreams
stalled nightmares, and distended esteem.
Deprivation of consternation
elevated beyond reprieve. The hope you left
you lost, yourself, but it doesn’t grow on trees.
The pre-booked flights of motivation
to higher heights, in jets of aspiration
that just couldn’t ascend.
So welcome home
your bed has gone cold
from wedged hearts that never mend.