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Professor Morgan

August 9, 2020

Three Poems

SHEDDING OFF MY OLD MAN

Slithering beyond and by the river Thales

I crawled with majesty and clamor

With my bogus tongue-twisted tales 

My witty words, hissing sound like tremor

Nourished by the earth dirt I eat daily

I shook nations with my skillful words

And yet I was degenerating mainly

And falling into the spider's chords

Bawling cross, my long youthful oldness 

But if any serpentine man turns around

And sheds off his oldness into the newness

He is restored back to original round

And the older turned into junk

I pill off my worldly covering here, 

My very fig leaves, their sound I hear

More limpid than ever before

 

 MURDER WEAPON

Seated in the midst of the garden, tall standing 

The gunman conceals amongst the Citadel woods

The mist wafts by, cycling the surrounding

Like a cyclone he roved across the hoods

But not with good motives at all

His motives barricaded in his sensuality

His inner intents, his very life overruled

Covered amongst roses his masculinity

Masculinity which was a symbol of internal toughness

And his will pressed upon the trigger he just pulled

He lay beneath the oak-tress of Reagan 

Focused, counting seconds elapse, he cooled

And elaborate in his sight he pointed his weapon

His lenses spinning through the space like a comet

Burning beyond ages, he killed Jupon

His dearly friend with beauty, his death he met

Never to see the sun ever again

SUNFLOWER

I wondered by the streams of my way 

And I met this sunflower that I loved 

Evening and morning were the very first day

She spoke with words that in my soul still roved 

And her beauty was beyond compare

How could I let her go, how could this happen?

Nothing could replace my sunflower

My love I write with paper and pen

Come home soon, your image I still await

And my heart longs for your affection

More of you, I dreamed last night, I wept

Do not go so far love, please for me just wait

What love story in memorial books be kept?

Sundays and sacraments, I drink and eat

In clubs I roast and drink out my truest self

I like your image and sometimes retweet

Till the end I will live in your bookshelf 

With nothing to replace you my sunflower

References

Holmes, Vicki L., and Margaret R. Moulton. Writing simple poems: Pattern poetry for language acquisition. Ernst Klett Sprachen, 2004.

Piirto, Jane. "The question of quality and qualifications: Writing inferior poems as qualitative research." Poetic inquiry. Brill Sense, 2009. 83-99.