Student Poems from A190

POEM 1 Personification The car engine (Haley)    The car engine purrs in my lap The car engine erupts at the slightest evocation The car engine drinks too much The car engine doesn't ask too many questions He knows his job, and does it well The car engine is exhausted and worn down from years of running, but from what? The car engine just wants to leave The car engine reminisces of his ex-wife and children The car engine has a sweet tooth The car engine knows he needs to be healthier but he just doesn’t care The car engine sits in silence, waiting to be useful again The car engine dreams of a life without wheels The car engine lies awake at night wondering what he did to deserve this The car engine is a tortured soul waiting for his end The Drunk Man (Luis O.) The drunk man sits alone at night The drunk man hunches over holding an empty bottle  The drunk man drowns in his thoughts The drunk man feels deeper than he has before The drunk man acts on emotion The drunk man...

Exercise 1   Notice the cause and effect suggested in these poems, the way statements lead to a further statement about results despite the appearance of conflict. "I was a body though I was on the other side of the world and yet I touched you." "I am walking thru the forest, where a big storm is coming. I can smell the dark clouds that tell me difficulty will soon be here." "The chopping up of bodies leads to Euphoria." Here are some examples of haiku. Haikus often add something extra, beyond linear narrative, beyond action and result. Write two (2) haikus. In the first one use two words from the word grid. In second one, use one. Indeed, focus on our impermanence on Earth in order to find the spiritual that exists beyond our mere "existence." Don't express emotion by saying how you feel. Use images and little scenes to suggest that what lies beneath our conventional understanding of, say, happiness, is something deeper. Once again, do not ...

POEM 3 *Timothy T. Timbleton and Dr. Jim (Maggie D.)   “So, how’d you become a doctor anyways?” Timothy T. Timbleton pondered  as the two friends stepped off the court. He swiped a slimy newt arm  against a slimy newt head and licked the slimy newt sweat off it.  His arm still came back slimy. “You weren’t one last week.”  “I married into it,” replied the chameleon, Dr. Jim. “I got an Email.” They stopped in the middle of the cattail fields. When the sun tapped the edge of the horizon it cracked like an egg and the blinding yellow yolk rolled around the hills  like a tablespoon of oil in a frying pan. Timothy T. Timbleton  pulled two hamburger buns out of his tennis bag and reached them up to the horizon to capture it. He ate it  and the yolk burst in his mouth like a cyst.  “Here, take a bite.” Timothy T. Timbleton held the burger up to Dr. Jim.  Dr. Jim reached out and plucked Timothy T. Timbleton’s fingers out of his palm with his ton...