Miss Lovell Poetry Portfolio

Haiku 1: Herding Cats/Simile Teaching young children Is like herding crazy cats Fun, yet frightening.

Haiku 2: Frigidaire/ Metaphor An arctic tundra Scrumptious food inside Refrigerator

Haiku 3: Clock/Onomatopoeia Tick tock on the clock The hand moves ‘round his round face. Time passes slowly.

Limerick 1:Poppy the Walrus/Alliteration. There once was a walrus named Poppy Who’s flippers were far too floppy She went to the doc He said, “you’re just in shock.” “Your senses are just a bit sloppy.”

Limerick 2: Larry the Gopher /Personification There was once an old gopher named Larry Whose wife had a bowl full of cherries. He stole one on Friday, She said “hit the highway” And now he is much less than merry.

Free Verse: Horseshoe Table As far back as I can remember The table made of horseshoes Has sat in that yellow kitchen. My grandpa made it. It took him awhile, Or so I’ve been told. I never got to meet him. He made it for his wife, Marge. She was my grandma, Mom-moo That was what we called her. She was a fine lady, my Mom-moo. She never met a person she didn’t like, And everyone loved her. In my Mom-moo’s kitchen Everyone was welcome. She invited them in To sit at her horseshoe table In those mismatched chairs. “Come on in!” She would say. People from all walks of life Sat at that table And ate her food, Delicious creations Made with loving hands. So many sat around That horseshoe table And laughed And talked For hours. Every birthday Every holiday Every family gathering Was held at that horseshoe table. The laughter Still rings clearly In my mind

Free Verse Continued Her image Still shines bright In my heart. Sitting there at her horseshoe table. “Come on in darlin’” She’d say to me. When I walked through the door To her yellow kitchen. “Mom-moo loves you” She’d say to me. As I’d wave goodbye Closing the door to that yellow kitchen. There she sat At her horseshoe table Smiling At her horseshoe table Laughing At her horseshoe table I miss her And that horseshoe table.

Ballad It was sunny, bright and beautiful in the mountains high that day I was hiking down a steep ravine covered fully in rocks and clay They said, “Come on! It’s tons of fun!” As I weaseled my way to the river. Then I looked at the ominous water fall, and my body began to shiver. “It’s not that high!” “It’s tons of fun!” “You’ll just fall into water.” I thought, “Oh, yeah, sure, go ahead and tell that to my father.” And then I thought, you only live once… but I really don’t want to die… So I did what anyone would do and climbed up really high. Once at the top, I thought, “Well shucks, there’s really no turning back now…” So I slid along the cliff and thought “My mom would have a cow!” I strode to the edge of the giant boulder parting me from death. And I felt the wind blow through my hair as I took one great deep breath. Over the edge I slid like a log and into the cascade I fell And then came the silence inside of the falls that is far too beautiful to tell. And then came the CRASH as I slammed in the river, the water kept pushing me down Till I broke through the surface, arms flailing (on purpose) and felt like quite the big clown So that is my story, I hope it was fun, I certainly will not forget it. I hope that you too get to take lots of chances and never ever regret it.

Sonnet: Hyperbole/Metaphor I wish the dog with the big black nose And deep brown eyes and soft black ears Would never slip into that deep repose That he’d last and last for years and years. The dog over there with the baleful eyes The one who lifts my hand upon his rather large head The one with a love of key lime pies The one who tries desperately to sneak into my bed. If he lived forever, he’d live to be one hundred years plus twenty three I’d feed him jelly beans and say, “Come on, it’s time to go to bed.” He’d run around all day and night so happy, joyous, wild, and free He’d race through trees and bark at nothing, filling little squirrels with dread. This is my wish for my dear friend, My constant shadow till the end.