Where Art Thou Anonymous Benefactor To Offer Me Succor
...Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?
Ah... methinks legal tender
could be a boon to help me bolster
mein kampf with necessary material equipage,
which prospect to acquire...
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Categories:
spitball, 8th grade, absence, anger,
Form: Free verse
Escape From Chestnut's Edge
...The split level blinks
at Chestnut End under
twilight's tremble, ripping me,
the oily menhaden bait,
from the under boot
The Chestnut dwellers bold
interrogative flushes him down
then...
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Categories:
spitball, confusion, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
Acrostic Memory
...Acrostic Memory
Acrostics introduced in fifth grade on a rainy winter afternoon
Careful crafted choice of words written in lyric cadence hues
Rhythmic flow like music class - songs of skaters wa...
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Categories:
spitball, childhood, memory, poems, teacher,
Form: Acrostic
Zed Ed Ned Ted and Mrs Ked
...My dad is bigger than yours she said.
It made me mad; I wished she was dead.
Took my anger to my Uncle Ned.
He started laughing, happy instead.
Most serious now, sick in my head,
Ran to my cou...
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Categories:
spitball, repetition,
Form: Monorhyme
Where Art Thou Anonymous Benefactor To Offer Me Succor
...Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?
Castaway stranded on figurative
deserted island pitted with absolute
zero salvation, sole recourse
finds scant consolation with pray...
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Categories:
spitball, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
A Beleauged of Their Own
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A tale of two twins ...
Kit: That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I love the way you ‘round the bases doing your cute duck...
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Categories:
spitball, baseball, political, satire, word
Form: Prose Poetry
An Unrepentant Spitball Marksman
...the upshot constituted a figurative straw
that broke the virtual camels back
where yours truly fingered as scape goat,
who meekly, passively, and subserviently
felt the stinging cr...
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Categories:
spitball, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Poem For Spitball
...Watching "Law and Order"
and feeling a little bummed out
I pick up the Times
and see that my team - the NY Metropollitans have
have lost
Perhaps I should
re - read the
baseball ...
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Categories:
spitball, baseball, dream,
Form: Blank verse
Talking Trash
...The alarm clock brushed my teeth and then forced me to drink orange juice.
As I looked out the window, a cement sky was pulling down the corners of my mouth.
The newspaper on my front steps was wette...
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Categories:
spitball, retirement, me, me,
Form: Prose Poetry