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Don’t Stress
“Don’t Stress” Villanelle, Metrical Poetry Workshop, 2002 Do not let things get to you dear, don’t stress About events you cannot work out right. Take time out for yourself when life’s a mess. You will make yourself sick. The doctors press More drugs than needed, which is not too bright. Do not let things get to you dear, don’t stress. Mom says “Go treat yourself to a new dress, But make sure you don’t pick one that’s too tight.” Take time out for yourself when life’s a mess. Professors monitor the slow progress Of papers and reports you’ve yet to write. Do not let things get to you dear, don’t…
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Distant Seas
“Distant Seas” Sonnet-Metrical Poetry Workshop 2002 It is a song that stirs her memories Of times she misses, hates doing without. She gave up all her dreams of distant seas When she knew that his life was full of doubt. She was a fool to love a man who flees From love. Too scared to commit, he got out. She’s now without him, but better some say. The mom’s babies will grow up with no dad. She tells them of her dreams—a better day. The kids know that things are not all that bad. Big sister watches brothers while they play. Their meal is beans again, they all feel sad.…
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Coward
“Coward” Iambic Pentameter-Metrical Poetry Workshop 2002 Her bright safe haven should be haunted but Warm sun breaks through the cold attic window And over her bruised face onto the stairs. Her best friend, though not real, once lived there with The ghosts and dreams she had not yet foreseen. No one knows she hides there—those steps of loss. The hurt is fresh with agony, anger. His cowardly grace keeps her awake nights. She cries and thinks he could not have hurt her. Not again, she thought she’d be happy then. Disclaimer: I loathe writing metrical poetry. I did the best I could, but wasn’t really happy with anything I wrote…