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Writing PoetryTodays assignment was to write a poem usingAs many of the techniques we were taughtIn class.Caught in a conundrum, creatively crushedTrying in vain to type up a verse.Maybe I should write a poem that I could singWould vocal exercises make me thin?Now, thats a half rhyme, sometimes called slantI think this poem is getting fullOf techniques so I can lullYou into thinking Im going to use real rhymesNot just eye rhymes, like that one.Should I make this whole poem rhyme?I really dont know if Ive got the time.Were told the content doesnt have to mean muchAnd I dont have the intent to make it mean muchThat little rhyme, do you see, was internalHeaven is cosy and hell is infernalOK, so I cheated, that meant nothing at allBut do you honestly expect me to play by the rulesAgain, its a half rhyme, now what about metre?Iambs and trochees and dactyls! Hey, Peter,This assignment is tricky; I dont know what to sayAnymo
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HellI remained motionless for a time in the nothingness. I cant even say blackness because it wasnt black, or white, or any colour at all. I could have been there for half a second or a millennium; I had no way of telling. There was nothing. Then I felt myself begin to fall head first. I must have been upside down.Righting myself, I landed on a large, flat, smooth rock. My body ached but nothing felt broken. Looking round, I saw myself surrounded by high red rocks, lava seeping out from holes in them. Above me was blackness if there was a ceiling, it was miles away. A grey stone door in one of the walls caught my attention as I heard it creak open.A tall figure in a military uniform stepped in and began the long walk over to me. When he was close enough, I had a horrific feeling that I knew who it was. I still didnt know where I was, though Id had a pretty good guess, and if this man introduced himself as I thought he would, I wouldnt know whet