I know a woman
Whose name is Jeff
Her last names forman
And she is deaf
It's not her real name
Only for pretend
Not close to the same
She left in the end
Categories:
forman, 10th grade,
Form: Blank verse
Jasper Newton Daniel was born in 1850.
He hailed from a small town called Lynchburg in Tennessee.
Jack was born on a farm located in Moore County.
He was one of twelve children born to the family.
At an early age, he started a distillery.
Its product would be a world-famous sour mash whiskey.
In a rectangular bottle with a black label,
“Old Number Seven” proved quite popular and able.
Despite the Civil War, and strong legal repression,
the whiskey even survived the Great Prohibition.
Jack Daniel never married and had heirs to bestow.
Therefore, the business went to his nephew Lem Motlow.
These two men earned the Tennessee whiskey a big name.
The Brown-Forman Company made it achieve more fame.
Jack Daniel’s success is something no one will deny.
This is strange considering the Lynchburg town is dry.
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and Jack Daniel's website for information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
forman, dedication, history, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Las mujeres que cruzan el rio cada dia
forman una linea larga para la migra.
Muestran sus permisos -- tarjetas locales --
y vacian los contenidos de sus bolsas.
Cuando las preguntan sus destinos,
contestan con las frases que han ensayado:
quiero comprar pollo en especial,
o desea mi hijo zapatos tenis de Wal-Mart --
mientras sus patronas del dia acechan,
a prudente distancia, en sus camionetas guayin,
con los motores en marcha,
fumando impacientemente.
Otro Winston?
(For translation, see "About This Poem")
Categories:
forman, history, hope, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Kopastetic
Not even barely breathing chest thumping like a tamburine n
Trying to be decent
But the whole situation has my chest wheezing head pounding heart leaking for what a bloodclot reason.
The explanation was just weak why not admit defeat when got the speaking
It just ain't kosher if shoe was on the other foot I'd be bowled over tenderized n put in the George forman
roll-toaster-ry
Open dialect with open mindedness
Even said of how I'm understanding this
Even tho I was so heated I was shaking n
This isn't the end becuz it was turned around on me of past tense
I couldn't even believe this but it did
Get to that extent
Yet it made no sense I open up this hidden agenda that wouldn't have been exposed if I wouldn't have
looked for why my body had sleep kept from me ......peace
Categories:
forman, adventure, forgivenessme,
Form: Rhyme
Salty tears freefall the slopes of your cheeks colliding into the palms of my hand
I’ll be your lake only collecting water of your brand
when you lack imagination which leads to frustration
I’ll go pick a bouquet flowers and grass for you to use as motivation
when question marks halo the horizon of your hair
I’m no scientist but I’ll snatch imaginary answers from this fiddly air
when days are dim and storms follow your life
my skin is dark but I’ll be your sunlight
when your appetite and hunger needs to be filled
I could use microwave and George Forman grill
When I run out of rhymes to rhyme and my poetry bad
You become that ingredient to add
When I haven’t got a clue
My answer becomes you
Categories:
forman, life
Form: Couplet