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Poetry Project
Haiku
Forest winds sweep
Over the hills and valleys
I can hear them come
Limerick
Away I went, away I fled
I was kind of over my head
I just ran away
Because I couldn’t stay
I must take refuge in this shed
Rondelet
Just laughable
When you climb up on that there stage
Just laughable
You run around just like a clown
You humour us about your age
A silly story about rage
Just laughable
Villanelle
I enter into the street
Before the sunlight of day
There is the man who sells meat
From a bird I hear a single tweet
In the corner of my eye, I see the jay
I enter into the street
Now I must retreat
For in my dismay
There is the man who sells meat
All I really want is wheat
Not meat from this man’s sleigh
I enter into the street
The cops come and greet
And they tell me to say
There is the man who sells meat
They put the man in the backseat
The cops drive him away
I enter into the street
There is the man who sells meat
Ballad
My worries come to you
She calls that man but not myself
Abuse but not approve of I
Who kept her in good pleasant health
On second notice I
Want you just to know
That I don’t love her any
More and nothing we do owe
Pantoum
I’m over
Just to let you know
And I’m not gonna go
I’ve found myself in my heart
Just to let you know
I’m staying
I’ve found myself in my heart
And I know where I stand
I’m staying
Trust me, I’m not playing
And I know where I stand
Please just talk to the hand
Italian Sonnet
I don’t know if I can recover
After what happened last night
I don’t feel quite right
At least word didn’t get to my bother
Should be happier it didn’t come to my mother
I got in a fight
And I don’t know if I might
Have gotten into another
Well I guess what I’ll do
Is wrap up these wounds
And see to it they don’t see the blood
I hope I didn’t catch the flu
I’ll regret this fight for seven moons
Next time I'll come back like a flood
English Sonnet
If I could only be able to see
Then back to the wind I would go and run
Because that is the place meant for just me
Now it’s not like I didn’t have much fun
For I can see into my very own heart
And know that I could have avoided dread
Maybe I should have saved the meat man’s cart
Ate some meat and spend sometime out of bed
Going to comedy clubs almost every night
Writing letters to a friend with no answer
Now here on my death bed with my last fight
It’d be nice to go back and be a dancer
Just dance away in the calm rural world
I guess now that, that idea should be hurled
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