No, I shan't have lied. It's evident
that traditional poems are not in vogue.
Yet I'd swear by him--the ode familiar.
The onomatopoeia, alliteration, rhyme'
Old favorites, now passe, I must save for my ess-ays
But, I shan't have lied. It's evident
that heavy, rhythmic poesy, is ever so much e-a-sy
But obtuse modern angst is clever, dark and chic.
still I'd swear by him the ode familiar
no more rhymes on coupled lines
shall litter all these poems of mine
I shan't have lied. It's evident
I'd swear by him--the ode familiar
My pet, the ode familiar.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
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The winter wind whisked her along Fifth Avenue
to Central Park. She stood above the lake
skimmed with ice. Her brothers hurling rocks
had hoped to make a hole that wouldn't freeze again.
Intent upon their burden, they ignored
a little girl who stood meekly at their side.
"I can break the ice so it won't freeze again."
"Tommy-rot," they said and shut her out.
But she could prove she was as smart as they.
A she leapt from the bridge and her brothers learned
when Vera spoke, they'd better listen.