Poem 3

Tropic Sea

Found poem from Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea

No land was visible

On the calm water

The wind had backed into the north

White peaks of the Islands rising from the sea

Came in from the dying moon

That cold water in the dark,

Rough now with the increasing breeze

A phosphorescent streak in the water

The Yellow Gulf weed

The reflected glare of the lights of the city

The lights of the Terrace

At the little harbor

Come up from the sunrise

The glow of Havana

Poem 2

Prejudice

An acrostic poem

Perhaps there is so much inequality between people

Regretting is not an option to confront the issues

Erasing the wide gap would be too much of a hassle

Just simply accept and tolerate the differences

Until a harmony arises from a chasm of chaos

Develop itself into a beautiful garden blooming with flowers

Inside, they are essentially the same, be they different on the surface

Coping with each other to create an amiable environment

Essentially one in which the diversity turns into uniformity

Poem 1

The Old Man Down the Street

A limerick

On the other side of the town lived a short old man

He went down the street one day to get a new pan

The man got into a mall through a large spinning door

His long baggy pants got caught and fell to the floor

Naked and hairless in his underwear, out he ran