Poems for English
The Maturity Of Dogs
Michael Brophy
In my life, I've had a few.
A joy to watch fight and frolic
they grow so fast, its exponential.
Varying colors from black and white to brown and yellow
appearances can shift from mean to mellow.
and when I have a meal at hand,
those ears perk and large eye’s sparkle.
When it comes to the nitty gritty,
these pets like children should obey
for when I bark orders there is no pity;
no excuses, no back talk, and growling- no way!
often when I get annoyed
punishment they learn to avoid
the raised hand followed by the “BAD BOY”.
Would they do the same if tables turned?
cause after all is said and done
the dogs seem quick to be forgiving
could this be a person reliving?
or memory so faint it cannot recall.
Sonnet
Atom Bomb
by Michael Brophy
It is peaceful here the wars are over
the country can finally relax.
Women and children cheer homecoming fathers
the atom bomb can now hold all their backs.
But in that device lies death to masses
for beneath its shell, a deadly mixture
to annihilate people of all the classes
and it destroys structures though some endure.
It removes the emotion from killing
leaving only pure atomic clout
the effect, left in wrong hands, quite chilling
the fear reigns the heart day in and day out.
no doubt in mine mind such omnipotence
could bring the world to perfect silence
(this one follows a 5 iambic pentameter shakespearean rhyming pattern with a template I had to follow which is why some lines seem cut short and others like "...can now hold all their backs..." seem like they were rushed through and dont make sense because its 12:30 and im tired...)
Sensory Image Poem
Michael BRophy
The Gym
My place of development for my body
has distant sounds of medieval battle
and shrewed smells of rotten cattle
to my left, two mammoths locking horns
my right, oblong bodies engaging pretzel positions
making sure the elastic goe's untorn.
Contracting muscles and digesting flesh and grain enveloped
This place is where I do develop
****finally going to sleep..Night...****

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