Exhausted
I lay down in an uncomfortable position
Predestined for the acquisition
Of pains I should avoid
But tiredness is annoyed
At the thought of changing
My body parts in need of rearranging.
Author: Andy Bonjour
Poet
Smells Like Spring
Smells like Spring.
Smells like worms,
Germs of a beguiled creature,
Now a defiled feature
Of the air inside my nose
That knows soon enough they will bring
The spring.
Early morning poetry
Early morning poetry
Sometimes I get up early,
Twirl the idea of
Falling back asleep around in my head,
But end up on the couch writing poetry instead.
Its language of love captures my fingertips.
Pressing a key that slips
Letters in lines of verse.
Often by design,
Syllabic swells align
Like roses I bought on sale,
Beautiful, but slightly more frail
Than full-price strong-stemmed roses,
Smelling great to un-snobbed noses.
All In
I like when the library calls and tells me I’ve got a book in.
All In.
Where have all the books gone
When the ones that remain on
My shelf are not inviting,
unexciting.
So I’m bookless and waiting
for the library to call
and leave a message stating
that my books are all in
so I can stand up
as if I’m about to lose everything,
walk away from life and get lost
in the cost of overdue fines.
unimportant
I don’t think my poetry would do well in academia. so I wrote this.
unimportant
I can’t think of what to write
And so it comes out trite.
Like some little non important thing
That I bring out and doubt
It’s worth a view
By anyone with a clue.
Dirty Clothes
I don’t wear dirty clothes in the evening. But when I change into my pajamas, let those clothes sit in a pile overnight, and find them in the morning. They’ve become dirty clothes. This is a poem about that oddness.
Dirty Clothes
I reach down and bring up my clothes
So that they almost touch my nose,
Take a sniff to get a whiff of yesterday
When these clothes were okay.
But disease and infestation must have swarmed
Around my clothes last night and transformed
Them as they lay on the floor
Not to be worn anymore.
Before I went to bed, they were clean
But some mystically unseen
Power has taken a hold
Of those clothes and made them old.
I need new clothes this morning
Because without warning
The clothes that were perfectly fine
Are now those dirty clothes of mine.
Spring
Spring
When a snowman wets himself because he had to go
And melt away with all the snow
You know it’s time for days to grow
And birds to sing the songs they know.
Me and the Birds
Me and the Birds
The house is quiet.
There’s a sleeping riot
That will erupt without warning
Later on this morning,
But for now, it’s me and the birds
That sit and write these words.
They squeak inside of their cage
And I translate on to the page.
Delayed Writing
Delayed Writing
Nothing is rhyming in my head
Instead my timing’s off
and led-weight feet complete
The mystery of why I waited
‘Till now before I contemplated
What I should write tonight.
Teaching the Memorable Essay
Teaching the Memorable Essay
Open up the essay to get their attention
With a quote or something you mention
That’s attention getting.
Letting your audience get sucked in.
Thinking they lucked in to a setting
That they can really pay attention in.
Now list off what you’re going to tell them
So they know what you’re going to sell them
And don’t worry if they missed it
Because you’ll eventually relist it
When you conclude.
Then come up with a really good thesis,
So that when they see this
They’ll want to engage
And read the whole page.
Write the body of the paragraph next.
This is where you’ll copy text
From sources without citation
And you’ll strive for elongation
By changing the font size
Aiding the marginal eyes
Of your teachers who will be grading
Your plagiarized relating.
After three paragraphs containing a couple quotes
extremely similar to Cliff’s notes
but because you were a little more picky
you found them in an online wiki,
Start the conclusion by concluding what you said
When the reader first read
The thesis statement stated
When you first created the need
To read the page of compiled text.
Then it’s time to expand your thought
And leave the reader with the next
Thesis statement to be caught
In a stack of force fed papers
To become read vapors
Of memoryless essays on the subject
Of… of… well it was about something.
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