Example
This
is an example
Of
a free verse poem
One
that I have just assigned
To
all of you
I
hope you can be creative
Collaborate
on a glorious piece
Worry
not the content
Or
the style
Just
write
And
be merry
Writer’s
Block
I
came up with a great idea for a narrative today
Dawned
upon me while in the act of teaching
Writing
To
a group of business majors
I
wanted to say
Put
away your notebooks
I
have something great to announce
I
stored the thought away for when I went home
By
that time
Forgotten
Hoping
not lost
I
sat there on the floor recycling apparitions
My
mind dealt a heavy load
Searching
for the abandoned chronicle
Knowing
its rummaging in there somewhere
An
idea stretches out a heling hand
A
beer
A
good cold beverage
Would
ease the nerves
Make
the path radiant again
I
come back from the fridge and
Stare
At
the blank television set
Some
thriller to excite me would make this a bit easier
The
lights flash
I
flick through for an hour
And
a couple beers
Now,
I am ready
The
stomach tells me otherwise
I
get a couple microwaveable dinners from Walmart
Because
one never suffices
Also
grabbed a few cold ones
In
the process
I
believe my thought earlier was about Mars
Some
woman living there named Veronica
No,
it was about Samuel Adams being an
Arrogant
Bastard
Nonsense:
The
pizza is ready
Crust
not golden
Crumbles
between my fingers
The
taste is fine
Drowned
in dark stout
The
phone rings:
Rather,
it vibrates
Silently
I
feel it nonetheless
Dangling
in my trousers
Answer
the phone
The
only answer
I
know
Well,
time to see my mates
I
put away the notebook
Toss
the pen in the bin
Slick
back my hair
And
trim the moustache
Observe
myself in the mirror
Carefully
eyeing
Head
to toe
Thrice
Up
and down
Back
and forth
Every
corner noted
Proceed
out the door
Only
to return later
And
immediately
Sleep
beckons me
I
heed her call
Not
a thought in my mind
Smoke
Break
The
air is poison
A
haze of phlegm
Rising
as I puff
The
fag
Students
march by
Another
8 hours left for them
Another
2 for me
I’ll
go out tonight
Relaxing
with friends
Anxious
to return again
They’ll
study at home
Making
their amends
Anxious
to return again
Time
to teach
Rising
as I put
Out
the fag
Anxious
to return again
Passport
I
got my passport back today
My
new visa between the leaves
I
delved through the document
Remembering
my great travels
From
these pasts few years:
China,
2014-2015
China,
2015-Present
Bangcui
Dao
I’m
standing on a cliff
Overlooking
the vast, clear ocean
Yet
to be polluted
The
sun has passed its zenith
And
the tide’s fading away
Across
the way I can see
Bangcui
island
A
mass of rocks, moss and a hint of
Greenary
Encompossing
its peak
There
are men about the inland
Ants
of the horizon
I
can’t see clearly
Still
I know
They
are hunting for mussels
Filling
white buckets to the brim
A
god day’s job accomplished
And
I ponder on this hollow cliff of mine
Across
the way
What
it would be like
To
be one of those folks
Just
for a day
To
leave my worries and
Cares
behind me
My
only objective:
Bringing
home an entire bucket
Perhaps
two
If
I can truly hone my craft
What
a day that would be
Coming
home
Sharing
with all
The
smiles illuminating from their faces
And
the praise thrown my way
And
the stories I would tell
The
odysseys I would fabricate
Going
into great detail
Of
my adventure
Fiction
and falsehoods
Feeling
true joy
For
a day’s work
TV
Sometime
its nice being isolated in a culture
Divided
by that language barrier which interferes
With
my daily life
From
time to time
I
know how to ask for cold beers and smokes
Though
not a clue how to ask for directions
Or
wanting no carrots in my stew
But
there are moments like these
When
she’s watching TV
I'm sitting here writing
Glad I don't understand
Any
of it
I
like to pretend
Sometimes
That
the actors on the screen
Or
the howling merchants
Are
chatting about something of great value
Like
world peace
Or
a cure to ennui
I
know its the same rubbish we watch back home
Similair
mindlessness rehashing a stagnant thought
Over
and over again
A
way to pass the time
I
suppose
I’m
an optimist though
Daydreaming
there’s something deeper about it
They’re
revving fast cars like in those
Amiercan
flicks
Something
is quite different
Maybe
there is a deeper meaning
Under
those layers of estranged words
A
mess of characters and tones
Still
foreign to me
After
a year of living here
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