(Bridging-title-style poem)
In the social twilight
I do have a secret fright,
That people go underground,
With their communist background,
With their hugely, filthy wealth,
So to migrate here by stealth.
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by Abby.
* Couplet-style poems
Couplet rhyme: rhyming in a pattern of AA,BB,CC,DD,…
From bad to worse poem
(Conceit-style poem)
My old workplace is a frying pan,
By introducing a new work plan,
I am so scared of being deep-fried,
If my work was found as misapplied.
My new workplace is a real hot fire,
Rises from hell and emits strong ire,
Bullying and stress burn staff outright,
The firm’s success is built on staff’s plight.
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by Elizabeth Haslam.
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The sinister side of Papa poem
(Epigram-style poem)
A lecherous old man who pretends to be good Santa,
The sexual abuse of young girls is on his agenda.
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by Andy Batt.
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After the ordination poem
(Quatern-style poem)
When sin visits the man of God,
Layman disguise would get a nod,
Whether it’s during day or night,
Whether it’s in or out of sight,
In places that ain’t thought as odd,
When sin visits the man of God,
He blithely leads a double life,
In it, criminal acts are rife. But wait there’s more!
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A private catechism lesson poem
(Dramatic-monologue-style poem)
I wish my life had been different!
If I had not been ignorant.
If I had not been Catholic,
My conversion had not been drastic. But wait there’s more!
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The chopsticks battle poem
(Burlesque-style poem)
Be happy, don’t worry!
That handsome man who looks sexy,
Can’t harbour deadly bugs in his spit,
That would make you a victim of its hit. But wait there’s more!
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My noble, widowed Grandmother poem
(Elegy-style poem)
In the quiet night,
The shining moon light,
Reminds me of your face,
That was brimful of grace. But wait there’s more!
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Buddha, fear is in the air! poem
(Quatern-style poem)
Dear Buddha, fear is in the air!
As the world is no longer fair!
Injustice grins with dirty teeth,
And lie wears a victory wreath. But wait there’s more!
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Living with the enemy poem
(Kyrielle-style poem)
In country of freedom, they meet,
The villains whose lives are discreet,
With victims who escaped alive,
They are the enemies in life. But wait there’s more!
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A cock, a dog and a fly poem
(Couplet-style poem)
Comments about this post on ABC Open 500 words – First memory.
Words danced in my head,
Words longed to be spread.
Words flowed on the page,
Words streamed on the stage.
Words induced me to choose them,
Words jostled for space in my poem.
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by playerx.
