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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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