Monday, December 15, 2008


Shall I compare thee to the bard?
How do you think you'll fare?
Although his name has come to fame
Known pretty much everywhere
Excel with verse, that he does,
Some say his plays are tops
Perhaps learn his work you must
(Every student wishes that would stop)
Are you sure, though, your own verse
Really is less poetic than Will's?
Exams coming -- my students think Will the worst

- believin

This piece originally appeared in Acrostic.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

An Acrostic by Tomas Estrada

Turning, twisting, twining,
Overnight they were gyrating.
Moments of endless pleasure,
Arises the point of measure,
Satisfied souls allure.

Endless inquiries
Start to annoy.
Time to tell the truth,
Remove those dirty words.
Adhere to the man
Described as the one.
Alone you will be none.

- Tomas Estrada