When I'm Old

Michael Holding

When I'm old and mankey,
I'll never use a hanky.
I'll wee on plants
and soil my pants
and sometimes get quite cranky.

Revise

When were spoiled and grounded,

I'll always use a towel.
we wipe on sand
and burn my laces
and usually cause minnable cranky.

Free writing 3 minutes

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Poem

Turn Her Nation

Under dire hiii

Stuck in a jar color, blind

Stairs upon layers holding, heat 

Switch lava to rain 

A forbidden atmosphere 

Growls jogging, apart 

As eye walk brave towards a free,way

Granite doors open for,me... 

Brake 

A painting ground over,time

Gaining picked water

A tourist on our young, land 

Explanation: As I was writing the poem, it came pretty natural. Was not overthinking, just came organically. Creativity was presented in the the making. The truth is always between the lines, out of the box, and always in front of you. Takes patience to see.
It was chosen randomly and just flowed as I proceeded.
This assignment was expressive.

He was drinking

As the brim of the holder flowed such as a 

sea 

He, believed from his dry tone, down, 

it must be

He was drinking.

As the moonlight brightened

it was obvious 

He, believed right then. 

He was drinking.

No, it cant be, No, it will not be

He was drinking.

How can this be 

reality

He was drinking.

The cross on his chest 

fried

Eyes burning from its 

clove

He was drinking.

Where shall he 

go

What is called 

home...

He was drinking. 

Metaphors 
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
—from Sylvia Plath’s The Collected Poems (Harper Perennial, 2008)

Redo

Metaphors 
I'm a swoosh in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ohhhhh house,
A melon la lala lala on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine ahhhhhh!
This loaf's big with its yeasty zip.
Money's new-minted in this blahhh purse.
I'm a means, a thud, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of crunchy apples,
Boarded the train there's no plop off.
—from Sylvia Plath’s The Collected Poems (Harper Perennial, 2008)