Ode to the Beef Patty (free verse)

Golden brown envelope

Flaky crust light with just with slightest crunch

Spiced underneath with steamy lust

Not violated with alien injection of cheese and tomatoes

Nor to be mentioned the cold crisp of bitter lettuce

For this desecration many taste buds have perished

Instead it virtues must be attributed to that of a seasoned hand

With right amounts of onion and thyme

And vengeance like only a scotch bonnet pepper can

This dark magic of food blessed

With steamy spirits emitting from it breasts

When all the alluring evil of the spiced demons wrought

Can only be quenched with a cold Red Stripe

And be brought to naught

And when it is consumed unlike a tart, danish, pizza or quiche

Temperature must be paramount for the body to be appeased

Whether solo or consummated with coco bread

Dear friends do so with caution

Since your mouth can tell a tale of pain due to scalding.

Holden Hudson

(Class of 2012)

Ballad of a Mystery

He must have disappeared when I turned my back,
For when I turned around he was not where he last sat.
Maybe he flew away or maybe even ran!
Could it be that he found another man?

I looked over, I looked under, 
I looked in between,
But the darned thing was nowhere to be seen.

He must have disappeared when I stopped to fix my tie,
Or when I stopped to give a little brat a lollipop so that he would not cry.
Maybe my stories and complaints caused him to grow tired,
Or maybe even by some wealthy, skinny old lady he got himself hired.

I looked over, I looked under, 
I looked in between,
But the darned thing was nowhere to be seen.

I wonder if he ran off when I stopped to be prayed for?
If that is the case, then he is ungodly to his core!
Maybe he just took a walk, maybe he couldn’t wait,
Until the prayer was over. That must be the case!

I looked over, I looked under, 
I looked in between,
But the darned thing was nowhere to be seen.

I searched the corridors, I looked through bags and garbage pans,
I lifted rocks, shook trees and even dug in sand.
I waited on the curb where we met
I waited there in the sunshine, the windy even when it was wet!

I looked over, I looked under, 
I looked in between,
But the darned thing was nowhere to be seen.

So in despair I walked alone with my head low, feeling like this was the end,
Only to look up and see my missing friend with a friend.
I ran to him and hugged them both with glee!
I cried to my no longer lost friend and asked: “Why did you leave me?”
He said: “My dearest dearest dear, your side I would never leave.
So wipe your tears my friend, no more do you have to grieve.”
I looked at him with a befuddled expression and asked: “What then did you do?”

He smiled at me and said: “I went to get my other half so now you have a sense of humour times two.”

Rajae Williams

(Class of 2009)

Creativity Quotes 2

 

Quote 2

"For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)—they are experiences."


 —Rainer Maria Rilke

Quote

"Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world."

 — Percy Bysshe Shelley

Creative Movements

The aim of this blog is to highlight the works of the students present in the class of Creative Writing.

It will showcase their pieces, of poetry, fiction and drama, highlighting both traditional and free verse lyrics, short stories and aspects of play writing. 

Pictures will accompany each piece so as to credit the poet/poetess, author or playwright as is necessary.