Submissions by mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Oh, Mike the Engineer can build your brand-new hip, or synth your pills. But engineers left unfulfilled poor Mike's creative writing skills.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2010 8:53pm
24th Aug 2010 8:53pm
Literary (de)construction.
Why has the literary world forgotten foot and meter?
It used to be the first device passed to student from teacher.
Although real skill and talent are required just to master,
Rhyme seems to have become arcane--A misinformed disaster.
Five-iamb lines have lost their place atop the poet's cadre
Of bright-gilt tools with which they crafted elegance in heyday.
And sonnets are displayed with all the Seven Worldly Wonders
As masterpieces of their time--but which now would be blunder.
And people say that rhyming works are childish in sound,
But...
It used to be the first device passed to student from teacher.
Although real skill and talent are required just to master,
Rhyme seems to have become arcane--A misinformed disaster.
Five-iamb lines have lost their place atop the poet's cadre
Of bright-gilt tools with which they crafted elegance in heyday.
And sonnets are displayed with all the Seven Worldly Wonders
As masterpieces of their time--but which now would be blunder.
And people say that rhyming works are childish in sound,
But...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2010 7:03pm
22nd Aug 2010 7:03pm
Five Years Later
Five years ago. How long ago it seems,
That judgment day for thousands,
The day the world pledged justice:
Oh, what a day. The memories,
Children huddled in small clusters
In the cafeteria, waiting for parents
To pick them up: military parents.
Would they see them long? They didn’t know,
Possibly spending precious time before duty called.
Then home, to watch eight seconds for three hours.
Oh the promises we made,
The fearsome stamp of words. I,
Not knowing what to do, cried “We Will Not Forget”
With the rest....
That judgment day for thousands,
The day the world pledged justice:
Oh, what a day. The memories,
Children huddled in small clusters
In the cafeteria, waiting for parents
To pick them up: military parents.
Would they see them long? They didn’t know,
Possibly spending precious time before duty called.
Then home, to watch eight seconds for three hours.
Oh the promises we made,
The fearsome stamp of words. I,
Not knowing what to do, cried “We Will Not Forget”
With the rest....
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