Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #21: A Poem Based on Research Rabbits Recycle! They sniff hay They chew it They poop it and then They sniff at their poop and start over again I made you queasy? Excellent! Here’s a rabbit poem for you! They really eat
Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #20: Poem Inspired by a Photograph This Really Happened! A Burmese python told the waiter, “I will try the alligator!” He opened wide to eat headfirst but got so full he felt he’d burst He ached and cramped, began to shout,
Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #19: The Persona Poem One Fine Spine–For Now I’m the spine of the book, the backbone, the side. I stand like a soldier and act like a guide. But as soon as you buy me, I’ll split, crack, and ache when you
Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #18: The Limerick Lamar Didn’t Listen There once was a pig named Lamar Whose mom said, “Don’t mosey too far.” But he wandered away on that sad, tragic day. Now his feet are for sale
Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #17: Concrete Poem Bloody Memory After math a velvet valentine as red as the blood from the famous 2nd-grade pencil sharpener accident waits on my desk like a bomb. My name is written on the front in flowery letters. There
Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #16: Quatrains Cafeteria Duo Trio 1. Eddie’s Trick See cool Eddie? He’s my hero He’s the only kid who knows How to make the cherry Kool-Aid Flow like rivers from his nose 2. So-Called Stew The menu says stew but that doesn’t
Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #15: Make-Up-a-Word Poem My Mom, the Piandroid When my mother plays piano the tendons in her hand jump up and down practically burst through her skin like the wires of the piano snuck out of their wooden coffin the night before to
Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #14: The Cinquain Grandma’s Snakes Old legs. Grandma’s dry skin has shiny blue veins that slither wriggle pulse bulge: Grandma’s pet snakes. I never knew my family was so disgusting until I started writing poetry. Cool! That IS what I adore about
Howdy! How is your National Poetry Month going? I’m happy you’re here and ready to celebrate with you! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here)! Here’s my next pic taken in March on the way home from South Bend,
Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #13: The Diamante Lemons Coming Out of My Pores lemonade tangy, yellow clinking, drinking, chilling, summer, liquid, noon, basketball slipping, dripping, shaking clear, salty sweat You said 2 opposite or related things work. Lemonade turns into sweat! It turns into something else,
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