Compositions: Two Sonnets

1. Spring (Shakespearean Rhyme Scheme)

Harsh winter winds become gentle breezes

The sound of emptiness gradually fills

A drastic change is evident in the seasons

As white melts into green on the hills

 

Time passes slower, and new plants bloom   

housing sweet melodies of the open air

A cloudless blue sky replaces the dreary gray gloom

a kingdom that the birds must share

 

Stuffy, heated rooms exchange for a clean, fresh scent

The dry prison walls limiting human’s free spirit

and the dreary atmosphere, gone, as if an angel was sent

While cheery, bright-eyed animals make an appearance

 

It is this time where nature begins anew

signalling new opportunities mankind should pursue.

 

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2. Autumn (Petrarchan Rhyme Scheme)

Bright hues begin to dull down again

As days of freedom and relaxation dwindle

And hard work and determination rekindle

Our focus and learning mindset retrained

 

Summer heat dies down, a cool breeze remains

As life, plants and animals collectively shrivel

Fallen shrubbery, browning vegetation as a symbol

that Change is near, and nothing is retained.

 

The crisp air brings the scent of trees

a reminder of our shortened hours

As the temperature drops in degrees,

so do the petals of bright flowers

Dreary gloom returns as does unease

Hinting that bitter winter will soon be in power.

 

Compositions: Imitating an Author’s Style (George Gordon + William Carlos Williams)

|| Lord Byron (George Gordon) Style

A Childish Love

Her beauty like the glorious day,

so sweet, subtle yet stunningly bright,

soft like March’s drizzling spring sprays.

Her beauty like the elusive night,

like stars’ twinkling in their special way,

like the moon casting a soft overlight

 

The air of elegance she controls,

an icon of power she renders.

She who stands confidently alone,

blossoms in her brilliant splendor.

Her features, from the flesh to the bone

perfect; and her nature so tender.

 

Her humility ever present,

with a heart so passionate and kind.

Joy radiates in her presence,

a blessing amongst mankind.

Admiration for her, apparent

And my love for her so blind.

 

–

 

|| William Carlos Williams Style

An Entry

A new day should be

a blank page

waiting for new words

to be written.

 

But not today–

my time

was wasted

accomplishing nothing

waiting for

nothing.

 

Compositions: Imitating an Author’s Style (Shel Silverstein)

1. Childhood Lies

Although Santa Claus may be friendly,

the tooth fairy, little and nice.

You know, these are just fairy tales

Made up so you can sleep at night.

 

We think there are magical creatures

Who will go far to battle the bad.

It’s not true, just so you know,

fabricated by creative lads.

 

We all look up to these heroes

Superman, Spiderman and more.

But they don’t even exist out here

Who are we supposed to adore?

 

Rather than wishing to be a princess,

We would rather be taught about life.

More useful, more relevant and more helpful

To protect us from future strife.

 

Fairytales, children’s stories, the works

do not hold a single grain of truth.

I urge you to believe in yourself

not the adult’s lies that are used only to soothe.

 

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2. Why Adults Are Sad

Our brains are slowly closing

as we grow older, I’m supposing.

Adults call it ‘maturity’,

but it’s really just obscurity.

 

Our imaginations, so wild as children

with princesses, heroes and villains

are sewn shut as we age and ‘mature.’

It must be a boring world for sure.

 

That’s why adults look so dim

and sad, and stressed and grim.

If they only let their minds wander

perhaps they would not be so somber.

 

Compositions: 5 Witty Limericks

1. There was a class called Academy

For gifted students, naturally

But changes were made

and Studio conveyed,

We don’t understand this tragedy.

 

2. Yesterday, I stayed up all night

Because I wanted to see sunlight

I waited with coffee

Before it dawned on me

I knew something didn’t feel quite right.

 

3. There once were two brothers named Wrong

in airplane construction they belonged

They looked up to the Wrights

but knew something wasn’t right

when their plane wouldn’t even turn on.

 

4. If I told you this was a lie,

That means that statement would not apply.

That means I told the truth

That I, in fact, am a sleuth.

And all statements above would be defied.

 

5. To be an international fan–

All the idols and actors you stan

don’t know you exist,

and yet we still persist

permanent members of their ‘clan’.