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1. Each work is a different letter of the alphabet (no repeats).
2. Each word consecutively moves through the alphabet.
3. Each line consecutively moves through the alphabet.

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A barbaric canopy divided elephant
flag givers high in jumping karate leg mounts nevermind old pirate quarrels registered self-employed tax-payingunits vacated wordlessly xylophonic yesteryear zealots.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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3 Different Styles
-Horation: contains one stanza pattern that repeats throughout the poem–usually 2 or 4 lines in length.
-Pindaric: three stanzas called triads where the first two stanzas are identical metrically.
-Irregular: does away with formalities and focuses on the praising aspect of the ode.

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"Ode to Rain"

Without rain
there would be no frog
to leap into the pond.
No pond.
No sound.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"Arby's"

Arby's is my least favorite restaurant
Burger Buns are dinner roles
Customers walk out disappointed
Delicious food if you have no taste buds
Everything  is sticky even the food
Fried chicken tastes like rubber
Great place if you have no food

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Your poem needs to be two quatrains long.  1 Quatrain= 4 lines…so, 8 lines in all.  This poem must rhyme with a reasonable meter (beat).  Rhyming patterns for your quatrains include the following: ABAB, ABCB, AABB, AAAA… Keep the same rhyming pattern for each quatrain.  ABCB is easiest!

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For surviving Pickett’s charge we give thanks.
At Gettysburg we turned those Rebs back.
We’ve learned that we need to protect our flanks,
And foraging replaces hardtack.

Now that Grant is in charge of us boys,
Wins for Lee will be likely hard fought.
Cards and rounders are a few of our joys,
Here’s a tip: Avoid canister shot!

By Mr. Cox

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July 4th 1863

It was the 4th of July

Two battles had ended

But as the war goes on

The south needed to be mended

Gettysburg had many names written on stone slates

And in Vicksburg it rained bombs from the sky

And to think that all this happened

In 1863 on the 4th of July

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"Ode to Charles Entertainment Cheese"

A powerful rat awakens
From the depths of the stage
He smells pizza in the air
Then sings a song on the stage

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1. A 4-line stanza
2. At least two stanzas
3. A refrain (repeating line like a chorus) in the 4th line
4. Follow any of these rhyme schemes
-aabb
-abab
-aaab
-abcb

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Line 1: 1 syllable
Line 2: 1 syllable

Line 3: 2 syllables
Line 4: 3 syllables
Line 5: 5 syllables
Line 6: 8 syllables

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"She's not a Pretty Singer"

Evening cell phone conversation--
he rakes his hair with long fingers
that were once filled with devotion,
though she's not a pretty singer.

He never was a man to say,
"baby," or let his eyes linger,
and she only likes boys who stay,
but she's not a pretty singer.

So he offered his warm coat to
another to start a fling her
aging looks could never undo,
and she's not a pretty singer.

Some say she moved to another
state and made her name selling or
buying something, though why bother
when she's not a pretty singer?

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"Confession"

My
first
poem
was not a
Fibonacci or
even an unrhymed sestina.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"O'Hare"

In the town of Thneedville
there was a man with black hair
he wore a little gray suit
and his name was O'hare

He was 4 feet tall
he had a monopoly on air
He made millions a day
and his name was O'hare

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1. Write a narrative poem about something in history (like “Paul Revere’s Ride” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow).
2. Use the pattern Longfellow uses in his first stanza: aabba
3. Write as many stanzas as you want to tell the historical story.

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"Paul Revere's Ride"

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,—
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm.”

Then he said “Good night!” and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war:
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon, like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street
Wanders and watches with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed to the tower of the church,
Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,—
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night-encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, “All is well!”
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,—
A line of black, that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride,
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse’s side,
Now gazed on the landscape far and near,
Then impetuous stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry-tower of the old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height,
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns!

A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed that flies fearless and fleet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer’s dog,
And felt the damp of the river-fog,
That rises when the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,—
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,—
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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"Attack of the Dead Men"

In WW1, at Osoweic Fortress
During a time full of stress
The Germans came and attacked with gas
And the zombified Russians rised from the grass
This war continues like a game of chess

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Use only words that were given in the envelope.

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"A Game with Friends"

I
am
playing
Payday 2
because it's a fun
game to play with all of my friends

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1. One 10-line stanza
2. 10 syllables per line
3. Follow this rhyme scheme:
ababbccdcd

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"Bonfire"

We talked briskly by the light of the fire
with our hands flying about like embers
using Shakespeare to disguise our desire
burning through the soft chill of December.
If there were others, I don't remember--
lost in the flames flickering off your eyes,
my only passion was to memorize
every word and each quirky turn of phrase
leading me through a labyrinth of sighs--
to recall racing through a love-cast maze.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"Cheese"

Provolone cheese is good a sandwich
Pizza is delicious with parmesan
Cheese is really bad when on a Manwich
Tillamook cheese is made in Oregon
A type of cheese called Rushan is Chinese
Cottage cheese looks like it has a disease
Havarti cheese is always a nice treat
A fancy type is aged gouda cheese
Cheese is really good for all to eat

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1. 3-line poem with one word in the first line, two words in the second line, and three in the third one.
2. There are no restrictions beyond this.

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Boys
chase girls
on the playground.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"Burrito Night"

Burritos
Taste good
especially with cheese

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1. 8-line stanza
2. ababbcbc rhyme scheme
3.Usually 8 to 10 syllables per line

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"The Dragon"

Then, once upon a time, I spied
a dragon hover over trees
and thought perhaps that I should hide
before the beast also spied me,
but my fear would not let me see
that for me it had no real care
while it used its wings to be free
of the water, the earth, and air.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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Line 1: 8 syllables with an a rhyme
Line 2: 8 syllables with an a rhyme
Line 3: 5 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 4: 5 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 5: 3 syllables with a b rhyme

Line 6: 3 syllables with an a rhyme

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"Leading a Horse to Water"

When I was a horse, I saw light
reflect off the water at night--
the moon a bright rock
measured as a mock
up of clocks counting sights

I hoped that someday I would see,
though adventure eluded me
in my prison cell
echoing my yell
as I fell heavenly

into dark and dreamy attics
filled with jockeys in their spandex
and little black whips
with feverish grips
that will quip ecstatic!

By, Robert Lee Brewer

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"Chores"

Once a week I will have to mop
And vacuum on some other days
Mow the lawn I must never stop
Or else it will become a maze
Go get groceries on Sundays
And do my laundry weekly
Every day except for holidays
I do my chores very meekly

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1. 9-lines
1. Starts with 9 syllables and decreases one syllable each line:

Line 1: 9 syllables

Line 2: 8 syllables

Line 3: 7 syllables

Line 4: 6 syllables

Line 5: 5 syllables

Line 6: 4 syllables

Line 7: 3 syllables

Line 8: 2 syllables

Line 9: 1 syllable

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"Nature"

There's a life curled in the darkness
sweating out the evening storm
beneath leaves covered with rain
and an urge to bolt like
the lightning before
thunder. Under
here we run
free of
why.

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"Burger King"

When I am hungry and want to eat
I go to my favorite place
to consume many burgers
I will get a pepsi
also a large fry
I am at
Burger
King

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1. Repetitive lines that form a sort of chant
2. Each line can repeat, or every other line

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"Santa Clara"

He can see all the birds lift from the grass;
there's another missing child on the radio.

The trees appear to be covered in glass;
there's another missing child on the radio.

He knows the many shades of wrong and right;
there's another missing child on the radio.

If there's a city waiting in the night,
there's another missing child on the radio.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"Keemstar"

A rude gnome rises from his cave;
let's get right into the news

He goes out to mark a man's grave;
let's get right into the news

He grabs a snack and eats popcorn;
lets get right into the news

To everyone he is just a thorn;
lets get right into the news

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Line 1: 2 syllables
Line 2: 4 syllables
Line 3: 6 syllables
Line 4: 8 syllables

LIne 5: 2 syllabes

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"Calendar"

Boxes
contain the days,
but is my life really
just a graph of numbers held by
staples?

By, Robert Lee Brewer

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"Bad Nermal"

Nermal
He is boring
Nermal is a dumb brat
Nermal is the color of dust
Bad cat

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1. 5 syllables in the first line
2. 3 syllables in the second line
3. 5 syllable in the final line.
4. There are no other rules.
5. Rhymes are optional.
6. Subject matter is open.

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trees never wander
but still spread
across open fields

By Robert Lee Brewer

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Scooby Dooby Doo
Where are you
This is a good song

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1. Use letters at the beginning, middle, or end to spell words, phrases, or even sentences.

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Spells " My Love is Poetry"

MonkeyS
Yell and slaP
Lions tO
Offend micE
Visiting the eleganT
Elephant to heaR
It hide and crY.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"Garfield"

Garfield is
An orange cat
Relaxing in a
Ferrari in
Indiana while
Eating
Lasagna for
Dinner every night

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1. 10 lines
2. 8 syllables in each line
3. Rhyme pattern: ABBAACCDDC

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"The Greatest Madness"

Fall for the trick, seeking gladness
in fine trinkets, milk, and honey,
and what can be had for money
for this makes the greatest madness--
trying to swap things for sadness.
Let us discover on this night
things that are wrong and love that's right--
alone in the woods, we will kiss
and find new paths to priceless bliss
on this soft journey by moonlight.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"Gordon Ramsey"

Gordon is the king of tv
He has cool shows like Hell's Kitchen
It's so good nothing can switch in
The food he makes is not for free
But you will leave the place with glee
He tends to swear on his own shows
But he is still one of the pros
He also runs Kitchen Nightmares
Where Gordon judges their affairs
Because they follow where he goes

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1. Write your title first.
2. Using ONLY the letters in your title, generate a list of words.
3. These are the ONLY words you can use in your poem.

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"Spread"

Red dresses drape spare dressers,
pass dreaded pear parades...

Spears reads radar passes,
spares dapper dad seeds...

Dear are dead are dads
are ads pressed deep sea dares...

Dear papa pared raps,
spread seeds, snapped red era apps...

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"A Dangerous Man Named Bill"

A man named Bill
Gambled at Blue Biome
Eating gumbo and gum
Big danger is made
Duel Begins
Bill blamed
Duel is done
Bill is banned

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1. 9 lines
2. Follow this rhyme scheme: abacadaba

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"The Next"

Perhaps, I should sit for a spell,
though maybe I should stand,
for I want to whisper and yell
that she is mine, "O, she is mine!"
Or am I hers? I cannot tell
if I am one thing or the next
since that brief moment that I fell
for blue eyes like a wand
casting an ancient, binding spell.

By Robert Lee Brewer

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"Subway"

A small sandwich shop
with seven types of bread
their speedy employees never stop
one day the lost a spokesperson
but they still manage to stay on top
go to the counter to get your food
don't forget to get a soda pop
when I go I am always fed
his place is the cream of the crop

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"The Lake"

A massive body of water
Where you can find a cute otter
It makes me think of
Birds that fly above
I just love
Freshwater

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1. Write a poem with the words on the sticky note
2. Use any format
3. Don't look at the picture