Writer. Educator. Artist.
write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.
Pandemic Ends! –arlene s bice
it is over
time to return
to your normal
but, hopefully,
improved life
keep the good changes
stay in touch with people
from foreign lands you’ve met
and friendships formed anew
because of the coronavirus
that affected the entire world
alike.
write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction.
Past and Future- arlene s bice
Recently another lost city was found
outside the Valley of the Kings in Egypt,
a city where lived mothers seeking marriage
for their daughters 3,000 years ago
just like in Jane Austen’s time 200 years ago
was there a story of marriage in Star Trek
or Star Wars or only spaceships beamed up
seeking places to inhabit, avoiding destruction
nowadays daughters make their decisions,
ignoring marriage if they prefer to live
life on their own without dismay.
Songs and Junk Drawers-arlene s bice
Singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
Makes me happy again
Splashin’ in puddles
No more muddles
Just scootin’ along
An old phone book
No longer needed
A plastic hook
Once it was used
Come here and look
My lost notes are fused.
write a poem in the form of a “to-do list of an unusual person or character.
Jane Austen’s To Do List
by arlene s bice
time to write a letter
to sister Cassandra
place it in my reticule
along with my wee book (2”)
tiny mirror, change pocket,
handkerchief, and snuffbox;
send it through the Royal Mail
go to the apothecary for Mamma
take Queen cake to our ill neighbor
pick some violets from the meadow
visit the circulating library for a book
to read to the family after evening meal.
write a poem in monologue by someone who is dead, remembered from my childhood.
Mr. Servillo by arlene s bice
I was the vegetable & fruit man
pomodoro, peperone, melanzana, l’asparago
carota, spinaci, fungo, zucchina, carciofo
I grew most, carried to your door every week
fresh in season displayed in my open wagon
painted green, red wheels, colors of Italia
clop, clop, clop, down tarred streets of Trenton
drawn by my faithful horse, last one standing
cars and trucks slowed down, drove around me
lots of room in those days, sharing the roads
I was the last one rambling “verdure! frutta! qui!”
I always loved to travel.
Be it far and wide.
From the early age of five.
Until the present year.
I loved going away.
And it made coming home more dear.
The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – the syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3a/7/5.
Sunrise
Good Morning
He mumbled to me
Good morning
Good morning
Smiling I mumbled again
So begins a day.
Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.
Angry people are not always wise.
–– Pride and Prejudice.
For Darcy & Elizabeth
arlene s bice
Are they ever
an angry person has never
the cool, collective
words that are selective
that calms the abused
from words mis-used
better to leave the thoughts unsaid
let it rest, make peace or you’ll never wed.
Write a new poem that has the shape of the original; in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem.
Annabel Lee = After Love- arlene s bice
In time gone by, over the years
It happened with you by my side
Truly as i remember, i wept those bitter, salty, tears
Be it now or forever for me to hide
Always will i remember the love we closely shared
The love never faded though you have died.