

The Nature of a PoemThe Nature of a Poem By George FasanoThe Nature of a Poem
I really dislike the fixed-form verse— Having all these rules as a guide Contradicts the nature of a poem.
A poem comes from the heart, and somewhere from deep inside. This is why I dislike the fixed-form verse.
It constrains the essence to a chart, and rules it must abide That contradict the nature of a poem
People say it’s a work of art But it’s a prison of chains with no upside, So I have ill will towards the fixed-form verse.
But then you make it to the fifth part, and all your


The PermitThe Permit By George FasanoThe Permit
Rousted from bed early and forced through the door, So I would be a pedestrian no more.
No time to shower, no time to eat, Just pick a number, sit in the seat
At the DMV, the nightmare never ends Because you are there alone, not among friends
And forced to wait till your gray in the hair, The license so close but you’ll never get there.
Just hours of absolute boredom and bother, Mother of god, I needed that shower.
My number is called, I bound for joy Only to realize that this is their ploy


A poem about my ex-girlfriendThe Beast that Walks in the Pale Moonlight By George FasanoA poem about my ex-girlfriend
The beast that walks in the pale moonlight walks around in the daytime too. She shall descend and leave a blight while she works to beguile you. Going out for dinner, and also to a movie, you will always have to pay like she’s a freeloader who’s never true, and will always get her own way. The lies will come, and they’ll come fast as to where she’s been instead of with you, and you know it won’t last because her nonsense will pile up, and the love will die. And she will cover this all up, sayin


The AssignmentThe Assignment By George FasanoThe Assignment
Freezing up and staring at the paper, vast and blank like a desert. Nothing comes to mind, My Time is running out.
A flash of inspiration, The paper begins to fill. I hope I get a good grade on this.
I refuse to do this! I should have never taken this class, But I need it to get my diploma.
Staring at the clock, Waiting for the bell to ring So I can wake up from the nightmare.
The cell phone rings happy music. Everyone stares daggers at me, Especially the teacher.
This
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