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write a poem that delves into the meaning of your last name

Bice- arlene s bice

Blue

I knew it meant blue

in the hands of Monet

on the palette of Renoir

color of the sea

the eyes of a loved one

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!”

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.