Oh, she flows, spreads,
the River! And she floats our dreams
Who cuddles us within
her cool tideless appeal
She catches leaves and
hides the fish in her bed so deep
A liquid theme where our
history and culture swim.
Down, down, you will not
hear her like the sea but drifts still
Don’t panic on her
current for it heals – mind, body, grief
Today we rise like her,
pouring with hope and concern
Where He, the open sea awaits for our sweet return.
(Parody of The Little Rain
by Tu Fu)
Song,
to a Stalker
Don’t
look at me with your bulgy eyes,
Horrible!
It’s not meant with mine;
Wipe
that kiss within the cup,
Or
take a bath using your wine.
The
thirst that from your soul rise
Should
never ask a drink so divine;
Honestly!
I of Aphrodite’s nectar sup,
Would
not even care for thine.
You
sent thee late a rosy wreath
Well,
gave me blisters and allergies
Rejection
is all you can get there
It
could not withered be!
The
wreath you gave didst only breathe
Of
dead rats, why senst to me?
Since
when I’m a lady, marry I swear
Not
of yourself, but thee.
(Parody of Song to Celia by Ben Jonson )
(Sonnet about Racial Discrimination)
Obloquy
Rights! Furnish them all their —
Vinegar-soaked epidermis
Bilabial thread- squeezed, hair
Where their
perfections uncease!:
Jack , they grant -
affable be
Jill is as delightful
as he!
I am: yet, barely one knows
Forsake me like cerebrum lost – say
Aye, labeled cannibal of my woes…
Still to be floured, eau de toilette
Lend me a look, tape me a face
To change my color – a grace?
But, He comes down, decides
the Race War
Rights! Furnish us with all our —
Rights! Furnish us with all our —
(Sonnet about Racial Discrimination)
These poems were written by a 3rd year college student. That is me. These are from her book A DESTINATION MICROCHIP, a travelogue which was the major requirement in the subject World Literature.

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