Mrs. Keeping's non-Rhyming Poems

A good friend of mine, Diane Keeping, has been causing laughter for decades with her non-rhyming ryhming poems. Here is an example.

Hi boys and girls I'm Mr. Skip
During the summer I'm taking a car ride

I'll be traveling with my wife and my daughter
Looking for a place on a beach near the ocean

I love the beach and playing in the sun
Splashing in the waves it's just a lot of joy

Well vacation is over and it was really cool.
Summer's over and I have to go back to learning.

Write a poem with the words orange and silver next time.
Then you'll see how hard it is to rhyme.

Diane Keeping

First Grade Watch

My watch is a distraction
It keeps me from my work
Even when I concentrate
It make my eyeballs jerk

My watch yanks them from my paper
It drags them to my wrist
It makes them go around and 'round
As its big and small hands twist

My watch causes so much trouble
It's creating mental grief
It steals away my thinking time
It's a concentration thief

Platypus

Platypus, oh Platypus
Your nose belongs an ducks

Platypus, oh Platypus
In an egg your baby tucks

Platypus, oh Platypus
You are covered up with hair

Platypus, oh Platypus
Webbed feet? How'd they get there?

Misty Wait

Misty dark driveway
Small droplets obscure vision
Waiting for my child

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Methuselah

Wise Bristle-cone pine
Rings nearly five thousand years
A seed before Rome

Five Colors

Blushing cheeks

A corner stop sign

A new Ferrari Five nine nine

It's a cherry on top of my sundae

Brake lights

Morning juice

the sister of red

and the little brother of yellow

my pebbly rough textured but brand new basketball

bagged fish

Dotted bikini

It's a perfect banana

See the bright new school bus

The middle bright spot in a traffic light

Cartoon sponge

Young Hosta

grass stains on knees

why is it the jealous face

An old John Deere in my farm field

Hosta stalks

Picasso color

Kentucky grass for horses

Sea splashes against a cloudless sky

A field on which fifty bright stars lay

Primary paint

New Ferrari

My brand new basketball

Cartoon sponge on a school bus

A grass stained jealous old John Deere tractor

Picasso primary

A Rainbow

Wire Teeth

Swinging arm
and wire teeth
chomps down
and looses teeth beneath

or a variation

Swinging arm

and wire teeth

chomps down

and bends its teeth beneath

Busy Bee, a shape poem

I have been working on this for a couple of days. It has provided me with an opportunity to demonstrate the creative process with some of the kids at the school where I work, there were at least six versions before this.

UPDATE: I can see from the statistics for Poemasabi, that this has become the most popular poems on the site. Please, leave a comment. I would love to know how you are using it and what your thoughts on it are. Feel free to use it as an example when teaching. Skip (aka: Poemasabi)

Busy Bee. May, 2011

Chartreuse

is the brother of Yellow and sister of Green
and as such it sits there somewhere in between

not as established as Green nor as flighty as Yellow

he's a warmer, inviting and harbinger fellow

he's new grass in a meadow in earliest May
and the color of some golfer's pants when they play

she's warm spring days and not as cool nights

and the underneath leaves that evening sun lights

she's the light color on the light side of a lime
and hats at a wedding at least some of the time

Pirates II

Pirates
Fearless Greedy
profiteering thieving
Having not a moral compass
Bandit

Pirates

Shiver me timbers
call old pirates while boarding
or young ones playing

Young Poet

Young poet
a tough task
but it's done

A bud's life

A bud's life is short
yet gives way to a wonder
as flower unfolds

And now...
The same haiku turned into a Shape poem using Prezi.

Talk

I'd
like
to see a
good talk
be

Cinquain Letters

A student in the school where I work wanted to write a poem. Since we are working on poetry, not a bad thing. We talked about Haiku, Tanka, Acrostic, rhyming and the various forms of Cinquain (the word count form; the noun,adj x 2, ing words x 3, phrase, noun tied somehow to the first one form and the syllable count form) we decided that we could try a new form. That is letter count. What we decided was 2,4,6,8,2.

Here is his poem.

Do
cars
drive a
grandmom
to...

Shape Poem done in Prezi