fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Roy Rogers - Yippie Kia Yay
Im standing here on the stage And my notes are all blank I’ve tried to picture you naked But you all look better than me My heart is racing with excitement and I can hardly speak My god, it’s finally happened, you really DO just love me * Was it the spotlight or moonlight That tried to outshine my glow? Was it the river or rapper Thattried to out do my flow? Is this a dream that I’m dreaming or have I finally arrived- It’s hard to gauge what is real, with this excitement inside * I want to thank my mom for believing - I was worth more that I thought And my second grade teacher, for teaching me what she taught Thank you - to the judges at Vocal, for spotting my needle - in their haystack And the other writers who helped me improve, fixing what I lacked * I never thought it would happen, a challenge suited for me To finally stand here before you -due to my insomnity Look at that, it’s such a winner, that I am now making up words- I’m sure tomorrow Merriam will be asking - if they can define what they heard * Wait, is that the music? But, I have more people to thank This full moon, insomnia bit Really juiced up my tank A shepherds hook, really… Do they still use those things? Was that mace, Are you kidding? Man, that really makes my eyes sting * Hey! Thank you, Bruce Willis, that damp rag made it all better And thanks for Die Hard, it sure brings Christmas together And one more thing, if I may, before they take me away One of favorite lines was -yippy ki-yay So here’s to you, dear sweet -Roy Rogers Are you tucking me in? I love how you pulled that blanket up under my chin * Nighty night - wait a minute Am I back in my room? Oh, I see what you did there, you clever man in the moon Your playing your favorite-seasonal games With that full moon intensity Making me feel insane That’s ok, I think I’ll hold on to these particular dreams And write them all down - here for vocal to read
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
An Acrostic Poem, Or Sleepless Hallucinations
Along came a spider bigger than a groundhog Certainly, I imagined that it must be my dog Rover usually slept in, but today it was different Over sleeping was new, sleeplessness makes me belligerent Several nights in a row, we didn’t sleep much at all Thanks to some melatonin, we ran into it wall I cannot believe we finally were able to sleep Congratulations to us, we made friends with those sheep ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I read an acrostic poem by Keila Aartila, encouraged by Thaiven Yliaster
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
