Yearning for Fun House Mirrors

I'm ahead of schedule on poems I have to write for my poetry class.  This one is the next one that is due in a couple of weeks. The assignment is to write a list poem. I've written some of these before, including one I have posted here on my blog called, Death's Checklist that I posted in May of 2011 but that I originally wrote in high school (2002,2003ish). Anyways, I had an easy time writing this current list poem and I really like it too. Enjoy!
~T


          Smooth
     Soft
         Sweet
Kissable
       Kooky
Kindred
          Intelligent
     Inconceivable
                    Indigo
                            Naughty
Normal
             Nude
     Young
                  Yummy
Yours.
   

Tick Tock

Here is a poem that is due coming up that I just finished writing.  This one was difficult to do.  The assignment was to mimic our choice of a Shakespearean Sonnet.  I'll first show you the sonnet I chose to mimic then my poem.  Enjoy!
~T

Sonnet XII (12)  William Shakespeare

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
      And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
   Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

  

Tick Tock

When each second I hear ticks slowly, loud

And I see the glorious sun devoured,

When nightly news echoes into the crowd

And stale cookies sit crumbled, their sweet milk soured;

When the parched weeds I see wither to naught

From which roses shrank and left in dismay

And last glancing eyes, Heavenly Moonshot—

Spy Dark clouds, pale and plump, full of decay…

Then, do I mull the brilliance of wake

That raise of happiness slip by un-scathed,

As tiaras and stars, above Earth, quake

And topple, falling as fast as rain bathes…

And no trace of goodness does the hand wind,

            Except, perhaps the courage to flat-line.

How to Read a Book: Short story

Always have multiple options;  Start with a romance but not in public in case there are erotic scenes that make you blush;  Try the epic fantasy next;  When the fights and characters start to vaguely remind you of other books you’ve read, switch to a historical fiction;  Don’t giggle out loud at the silly  moments because other people will look at you like you’re crazy;  Don’t forget to blink;  When you pause to use the bathroom don’t dog ear the page;  Don’t listen to music with ear buds on because you’ll forget other people are around you and make embarrassing noises;  If someone interrupts you smile and nod until they leave, never remembering what they even said because your mind was still on the book;  Don’t keep track of where you started, that only encourages you to brag later about how fast you read;  Turn the pages slowly so you don’t accidentally rip them; Keep track of the time not because you are worried about waking up on time tomorrow but because you know if you’re too tired tomorrow you’ll be too tired to read more; When your eyes start to burn remember to blink and consider closing the book for the night as soon as you reach a good stopping point;  Use some eye drops, 2 drops per eye;  Read one more chapter;  Look up at the clock to check the time;  Read one more chapter;  Check the time again;  Read just one more chapter;  Grab your alarm and reset your alarm to wake you up one hour later;  Read another chapter;  Stifle a yawn;  Read one more chapter;  Check your alarm;  When you realize you can’t push it back any more if you want to be on time tomorrow, sigh;  Eye your book like it’s a piece of meat and you a starving animal;  Read one more chapter;  Don’t look at your alarm before you close the book;  Turn out the light;  Lay there;  Tell yourself that thinking about the book will help you fall to sleep faster;  Don’t get up and turn back on the light so you can read more;  Go to sleep;  Dream the next chapter.


We were assigned for our first short story in my Fiction writing class to write a How to story.  This is just one of four that I ended up writing.  This isn't the one I will be turning in but it's fun and I like it so I'm sharing it here. :) Enjoy.
~T 

Pollyanna

Floating clouds

carry aloft

Dreams, stories…

rounded and soft.

Take a gamble,

pull one down.

Create the movie

Build the sound.

Carefree boys and girls

Demanding sugar.

snap that shot

Beautiful buggers

tossing stones

and birds take flight

Soaring free

and awakens in fright

the cornered owl

comfy in a hollow

Dreams in dark And light

To transform the fallow.

We were assigned to write a poem that describes ourselves without using any pronouns.  I really like this poem. :)

~T 

A-Zenith

Almighty is the word of thee

Because without is hard to see

Casting shadows upon the page

Dangling forms rotting in a cage

Elevated there from dismay

Failings; leaving all on display

Generic lies of men

Holding thin

Ignoring cries of anguish

Justice left to famish

Keening those who are

Lost to the depths, far

Marred by slimy tongues

Never to fill their lungs

Open to disease and death

People forgetting with stale breath

Quick to dismiss the unpleasant

Remembering is left dormant

Sickly minds flail to survive

Tending to dull knives

Under mattresses and waistbands

Vagrants hone wastelands

Weeping at their own hollow

Xanthic wanderers burrow

Yearning for a

Zenith.

This is an absidarian poem I was assigned to write for my class.  I like it but it's a little off.  At the end of the semester we are supposed to turn in a chapp book of our revised poems.  I might revise this one for the chapp book.

~T