Introduction
Alliteration Poetry Betty's Room
There is no clutter cluttered up
more closely, I presume,
than the clutter clustered clingingly
in my friend, Betty's room.
Her mother mutters mawkishly
and fills her with such dread.
She mutters on about the muss
that messes Betty's bed.
At bedtime, Betty bounces all
her objects to the floor.
Each morning, when she wakes up, they
go on her bed once more.
There's papers, pencils, potpourri.
It piques her mother's stress.
She pouts. She plies and yet her cries
do not clean Betty's mess. Free verse Poetry
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on. Acrostic Poetry Hockey
Hockey is my favorite sport
On the ice or street
Cool and fun
Keep on playing
Exercise and stronger
You should try