The Horribly Engaging

Anthology of Intriguing Poetry

By Monique Chauvier

EKPHRASTIC

The Ocean War

The sea is brewing for its attack

The sand is bringing up a defence

As the storm comes to claim the

dunes

The sand only acts as a weak fence

The oceans churning and raging

As the dolphins bring up the rear

The solider crabs enter

first

But are not easily getting

near

The ocean swirls and hurls

its attack

It brings home the dunes

as a reward

‘THE RED WHEEL BARROW’

‘The Small black Book’

So much depends upon

A small black book

Sits in the corner of the room

Next to a sleeping child

‘The multi coloured pen’

So much depends upon

My multi coloured pen

So many different colours

But what good is yellow ink

METAPHOR

“My Bed”

Taking a walk to heaven

Laying on a cloud

I will sleep there all night

Not making a sound

“Oven”

Sitting in the kitchen

Warm as a hug from Mum

Ready to bake the family some dinner

As it serves us food and a hot bread buns

HAIKU

‘Top Gear’

Our mates traveling around

Stig, Hammond, Clarkson and

May

Ambitious but rubbish

‘Stig’

Drives in a fast car

White helmet with black visor

He has many cousins

‘POTC’

Hoist the colours high

Ring of swords, wind at our back

A pirates life for me ‘Sherlock’

Deductive inquisitive nature

My dear Watson and I shall solve

mysteries

My new skill is camouflage

STRUCK BY A MOMENT

A Summers Day at the Beach

The burning hot heat

Cooked my feet

As I walked on the white burning

sand

There were big and small grains

As my feet were in pain

Where the ocean meets the land

Through the wings

The eagle was flying high

A thousand feet into the sky

Blocking the sun light

The sun is spreading though its

wings

As I’m sitting on my rickety

swing

The sinking sunset tells me it’s

almost night

SONG LYRIC

Alarm I was sitting in my bed;

Waiting for the sun to rise I heard a piercing screech

Coming from my alarm clock

I am now sitting upMy heart is beating fast

The clock gave me a frightIt’s still the middle of the

night

Mum came barging in screaming

‘What is the racket?’ I told her my story and she left

me alone

I am now thinking what to do In my bed to try to get to sleepWhen mum enters again and tells my to get up for school

I am wondering how fast the time has gone since the episode

of the night

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

My name is Monique

Chauvier,

I have short wavy brown

hair,

I have a sister and a

brother

A father and a mother

And a small furry dog

named Bruiser

I am currently being educated at Mt St Patrick College. I am in the 8th grade. When I write poetry I don’t stick to a definite theme throughout my work and put a mixture of sights and feelings to excite the senses.