Emily Dickinson: Drove He Knew Haste
It was like a day like no other,
a day like so many before this,
college bell rang like a high school bell,
a bell like so many that bother.
Cornelius a friend, Bethany,
his friend, Tyra her friend, then there's Schell,
everybody's friend, and of course Mike,
he is the driver with a bad knee.
He revs the engine, repaid with stares,
he backs up into a bush and bike,
scars his frame, the bike is his brother
gives the once over, shows that he cares.
Driving hastily, Tyra then scream,
Michael look on, car roll in a stream,
Corn, Beth, and Ty, all in a wet dream,
Whilst Mike, Schell and I, all swim downstream.
2020 February 19
Rhyme Scheme;
abca, dced, feaf, hhhh,
Howmanysyllables;
16 lines x 9 syllables per = 144 syllables total
Categories:
tyra, anxiety, character, meaningful, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The
Girl
Turn to
Modeling
At fifteenth years of
age first on the covers of GQ
Black-American model first
Also was Victoria Secret Angel, had her own talk show Swimsuit model for
The
Vogue
and Sports
Illustrate
Actress and Author
Businesswoman and singer too
Producer and hosted American Top Model
In the summer time also co hosted America's next Top Model this and more she did,
Tyra Lynne Banks
2/13/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
tyra, beautiful, black african american,
Form: Fibonacci
Just
In time corpse shine twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
Twisted
Shooting blanks at the rooster just supose another number feeling somber
Doesn't any wonder?
Torpedo
Torn,
The inclusion within vile pathetic outrage
Shooting blanks as busy as Tyra Banks in bikini eating linguini
Torpedo, remember Frank Serpico?
Frantic in Autumn looking brightly colored orange
In pivotal choices sense of remoseful inclusion
In dirty laundry vile smell who could tell
A window opens air will blow to breath in the steam,
Shouts of glory to untold story morning glory;
Shooting blanks getting lost in the shark tank
Dellusional
Insanity
Romantic interlude toward vanity
In tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie
Shooting Blanks in the phone at the door
At the beach while Mrs. Polly eating a peach.
Categories:
tyra, art, childhood, death, faith,
Form: Free verse
Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed
Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold
Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!
Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled
Categories:
tyra, death, wife, child, me,
Form: Acrostic
From every side of a culture filled with "pop"
I could flip through five thousand channels non-stop
Surfing through waves of Pepsi and Spears
wading through starlets priming in mirrors
Oh, Oh!! Its Paris! Never more substantial things to see
I hope her new BFF is Britney, or Whitney...or Whatever
I saw Miss Hilton's soul walk out of her lithe body
It looked like a celaphane bag filled with pink cotton candy
Walking chin up with Tyra, picking our next Top Model
to marry the next American Idol on a special
edition of "Making the Bachelor of Love"
Oh the Humanity! Oh the Reality!
They found true love on TV....Isn't life botoxiful??
...
Categories:
tyra, funny
Form: Free verse