Long Creative writing Poems
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Besma, rhyme old poetess
The word for her a charming princess
Poetry is her valiant knight
A guiding Muse who pops at night
So obsessive she is about spelling
With a genuine flair for creative writing
Her forte is the soulful human touch
So elated when praised as such
Watching romance and action films her leisure
Reading and listening to music for her a pleasure
Horror movies make her heart sink
For sci-fi stories she has no flowing ink
To serve and enlighten, her wish and dream
With Love, peace and joy Humanity will beam
To help the world beautify, that’s her aim
Not just a goal, for her a right to claim..
Bio Poetry Contest sponsored by : Julianne Williams
A poem Dedicated to Fady Joudah and Naomi Nye
He was standing there, in that library meeting hall. I could see only his back side. A nice blue colored shirt, with a nice-looking skin with a lot of attitudes, in obvious subtility.
And I am still thinking of him, with a stupid mind, in utter stupidity!
And then he saw me. Or one must say, that he was able to locate me.
A moment ago, I was hugging Naomi, a student of creative writing class. She is now sitting with me, right beside me. I did not bring my water bottle. Naomi had her water bottle, right in front of her.
She was asking me, “Are you ready for your poem?”
I was ready. I had a printed page ready to be recited. I was deciphering my accountability within the last two years. Some new poems, and a whole lot of prescribed medicines. Really a whole lot of medicines. Color coated sugary treats in taming the pains of ongoing beating hearts.
I was ready. I had my poem. The title of the poem was “Beautiful Sadness.”
I was waiting in a library meeting hall. I had Fady, standing in front of me. With a nice looking blue colored shirt, with a nice-looking skin, and with a whole lot of attitudes, in subtility.
And Naomi was asking me softly, “I had two poems. One is an angry poem and the other one is a bit sad. I do not know which one I should recite.”
I wanted to paint something. I wanted to clean something.
And I was gazing at Naomi’s water bottle, Naomi’s own bottle.
I confront my bones
when they refuse to move
I empower my pen
when it refuses to write.
each poem proof that
We write our way
through tangled thoughts.
Refusing to be shackled
As I teach my soul to fly.
You wanted me to play small,
but I was made to come alive.
I write in the language of the unheard
I have spoken in tongues of the overlooked.
I have learned to plant seeds of Poetree
And harvest the fruits of liberty.
Still my poetry roots run deep
Even with my mouth piece close my
Poetic souls still speaks.
Revealing depths of what I longed for.
One authentic step forward,
One unapologetic choice to be
Exactly who I was meant to be.
I became revolutionary as freedom
Continues fighting for me.
March into her reformative room of wisdom
Where knowledge catapults to the threshold of your mind
Where Shakespeare and short stories in spoken English
Gives vibrant vocabulary over volumes of time
Her colorful classroom accommodates all levels
While your mental capacity is moved with motivation
It is a Catalyst for claiming certificates and medals
Like a sponge absorbing insightful information
Your books and brain will form beneficial bonds
From poetry to past participles, painted with your pen
Your termly evaluations and exam marks correspond
As your teacher tunes your talent over and over again
She does more than teach, she instills values and morals...
Empathy, compassion, tolerance and respect
From conflict resolution to resolving quarrels
She is ready to role model emotional intellect
On the sports field she is a callous coach
In the classroom she makes education exciting
She ensures you're filled with ambition as you approach
Your English class which is innovative and inviting
From dramatic irony to discursive essays
She'll teach diary entries and dramas in detention
Leave a memorable mark while teaching poetry and plays
As well as creative writing and comprehensions
While loving to learn, you will learn to love both
The language and the lessons where seeds are sewn
Her English exercises is an engine for growth
In her house of wisdom where knowledge is owned
The essence of our existence is eternal
So dead or alive, we always survive
We continually come into a form
Or out of a form either physical or spiritual
We live continually existing for eternity
Either in a physical form or spiritual form
Our eternal form is spiritual
Our host in the physical world can die or be destroyed
Spirit from a state of omnipresence becomes
Thought from a place of all possibilities
Transforming through intention
And is manifested as physical life
Eternal energy is present in each state
Spirit, thought, intention and manifestation
When the eternal energy leaves the physical state
It returns to its natural state of Spirit and omnipresence
This is the cycle of eternal energy
Which is the essence of life, or spirit
And the source of all that is manifest
And recycled throughout eternity
Music just for me to sing, just for me, just for me to sing;
Yellow roses all positioned in a ring, in a ring round a ring;
Birds sing alone with harmony, pitch perfect harmony;
Together we sing a gay melody;
Words put on paper to rhythm;
Musical notes to match it with time;
All together we sing the songs, the songs that I’ve written…
All together we sing a song my songs singing together merrily along;
Music, music just for me to sing
Won’t you, will you come along and sing
Joyish melodies come join in with me
Sing along, sing aloud need not be proud
Just rejoice with me with music, music just for us to sing;
Sing along now be strong and be free sing loud now
For me, for you, music for us together let us sing in perfect harmony
All this music music just for me to bring..
Music just for me to sing
Music just for me to sing, ooh, ooh;
Background vocals sung not spoken;
In pitch perfect harmonies;
Together we will make the key;
A chord a high note we will call it the major key of C;
Come won’t you sing along with me
All together we sing the songs, the songs that I’ve written…
All together we sing a song my songs singing together merrily along;
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©1970, 2019
4/9/70
Creative writing Class project written for Adkins/Ross
by Khalil "The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind."
The teacher I remember as the best
stood out easily from all the rest.
She taught creative writing. At that time,
I had no clue when older how I’d love to rhyme.
She’d have us sit in a circle, for that
encouraged students more to want to chat.
Instead of seeing others from the rear,
we got to see the faces of each peer.
In our giant circle, we would discuss
our own opinions, and it is a plus
when students can feel comfortable and free
to say what’s on their mind; that’s great to me!
After learning different ways to write,
we’d write at home, and it was a delight
to share our poems and short stories too
with one another and get points of view.
On work I handed in, feedback I would get.
Critiques this teacher gave to us, and yet
I felt this teacher cared for us because
she helped us know our strengths, not just our flaws.
Our teacher made class fun with games we played.
With these activities, our teacher made
us be creative, for she did not preach.
I hope like her I’ve been wise when I teach.
No twilight concerto to sway not yet
as zigzag street lights pound upon
heavy fog clutching iced flakes on rooftops
like hushed matte from night's gale
pouring bitter ovules to a past in need of relief.
While in her vein is a constant downpour
of Bach's untenable requiem
as hands pound on ivory keys,
immersing in the fever of the moment
until fingers carve a solemn journey
into wiry trails of insolent rain.
How she summons the goddess of morn
to cure thistles of wait and pang,
sifting each beat, each note without interludes
until this child- woman shifts her face against breezes,
tasting madness rawness on lapping winds…
In disheveled lingering she cuddles
unspoken words, her own song
on panels of cut-glass-------with acceptance
the world could still breathe despite a torment:
just then...in a twirl of air's cadence
the night shuts off.
.............
1/18/2016
Jamie Pan's How Long Can A Poetry Go
This poetic attempt is a cross between existential expression
and stream of consciousness technique. The former highlights
contemporary man's response to anguish, isolation,uncertainty
of life in the midst of change.Thus, this poet explores
the outpouring born from inner annihilation-- being
absent from the self- YET allowing space to exhale for a new
awareness to surface.
Dovetailing this language of despair to the stream-of consciousness
technique allows the spontaneous, raw float of thoughts without
the pleasure of edit, like journaling and ' writing down the bones.'
I feel that literary devices ( from metaphors, enjambment to alliteration)
come into play , well, quite instinctively.
In my creative writing class as a college professor, I ask my students
to write with their less dominant hand to discover the 'heart of the matter.'
Then again, that's beside the point. This author will leave this piece to assault your senses, and then, softly break all defenses. Thanks!
Oh! prophetic teacher
World War II nun
Where are you now
Miss Godowski
Godspeed creative writing English teacher
Thank you for your courage teachings writings
Oh! poetic teacher
Godspeed God bless you
Where are you now
My sophomore creative writing teacher
Don't know where you are
If you're alive or dead
Prayers in heaven
Are you now with God Jesus and the Angels
Write on writer
On the clouds tablets
Of God, thank you Miss Godowski for all you did and done
Oh prophetic teacher write on
World War II nun
Where are you now
Godspeed Miss Godowski
A DEDICATED VERSE TO MY 10th Grade CREATIVE WRITING TEACHER MISS BERNICE GODOWSKI
12/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Our Paradise Advise—My Sweetest Love!
My sweetest love hearest thou reverently my advice
My advice is to leave now for our home—in paradise.
Paradise blooming with rainbows and tasty red cherries
Cherries, delicious mangoes, and bright sweet berries.
Berries with our cottage in the midst with a skylight
Skylight, gingerbread, and sunset—await us at twilight.
Twilight and misting rain for showers on our lawn
Lawn where we sing sweet songs with birds at dawn.
Dawn where firefly’s lights soothing sweet moods
Moods with ravens bringing us nice nourishing food.
Food while sparrows build our soft resting nest
Resting nest, my dear love—my darling, my sweetest.
Sweetest we will wish upon the mellow shining stars,
Stars shining above us—where we shall not be far!
Author’s Notes: The “Linking Pin Sonnet” ending lines join with the same beginning word of the next line consecutively to the end of the sonnet. It has fourteen lines as each sonnet does. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” has a rhyming scheme of AABB CCDD EEFF GG. Each quatrain stanza has four line of two rhyming couplets, and the poem ends with a rhyming couplet. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” was created by Dr. Joseph S. Spence, Sr. (Me), January 15, 2017, while studying English literature, creative writing, the African Diaspora, and poetry, at the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee, after studying twenty different sonnet forms and styles from different poets. There are multiple examples in my most recent 9th poetry book, “Sincerely Speaking Spiritually,” published February 18, 2020, on the link to Amazon.com below! https://www.amazon.com/Joseph-S-Spence-Sr/e/B0855CYRPS?ref_=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000.