Valerie Corson
"We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses." - Abraham Lincoln
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Associate of Arts Degree, working towards a Bachelor's degree in English with an emphasis in Secondary TeachingInterests
Reading, singing, cooking, baking, dancing (swing, waltz, salsa, tango), painting, drawing, hiking, camping, writing, science, learning, the bible, God, music, piano, art, gardening, ceramics, crochet, and much more!Affiliations
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Miniature ArcticA Haiku for winter.
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PlansProse poem on the related-but-contrasting images of clouds and wind.
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Villanelle for a Desert PrincessA villanelle in honor of my Arabian horse who hates that I am busy with college and that she lives in a cold climate.
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Love like LeavesAutumnal sonnet.
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Jean like Blue JeansA light-hearted persona poem about the trevails of names that match common items and chafe like badly fitting jeans. -
Ode to the Red StoplightA romantic life is one filled with zesty appreciation for day-to-day activities. Many people hate being caught at red stoplights, but here is an ode - a poem of praise - that may offer a fresh perspective.
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Baked OatmealIf you are anything like me, the hour or two after you wake up is a terrible time to eat. You may also consider breakfast to be the most important meal of the day. Thus, a miserable contradiction.This dish will tempt you to give breakfast another shot!
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Coffee in the AfternoonA poem entailing an old, comfortable meeting in the library. Inspired by a glance through the table of contents of the anthology Poetry 180 - the title "Coffee in the Afternoon" by Alberto Rios caught my eye, and I wrote a poem of the same title. -
Forest Green (No Other Green Will Do)Thinking back to my childhood, I remember with a smile that forest green was the only colour acceptable. At that, I wrote a poem of what my favorite colour might be if I were speaking to a blind man. -
Silent ExchangeThere are "found poems" and then there are poems which find the author. This is the latter - a scene I saw through the window at school, which took my breath and replaced it with free verse poetry.
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To Erase a GirlA Haiku discussing our transitory connections to other people, and the strange coincidences that our actions can form.
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Bible Verses for the Stormtossed SoulThroughout my life, reading my Bible has been my refuge. God truly is my strong tower and ever present help in time of trouble. These are passages that I turn to for encouragement. I pray that they can do the same for you!
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Darkwing RaimRaim has been thrown into a dangerous dichotomy, and "Happily Ever After" is not an option. Even in the midst of trial, she finds her true power and a place in the world: but with such darkness, could that place be good?
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A Dreamer's ABC's"What would you like to do with yourself?" they ask. I respond "Oh - I'm all over the place." Tolerant smiles follow. Nevertheless, I have had a career hope beginning with each letter of the alphabet.
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Heart of BreadA whimsical approach to my goal of providing hope and happiness to all I encounter. -
Marriage Practices Around the WorldCome world travel, and experience the marriage practices of these three unique cultures. See the variety of traditions which have stemmed from the three great monotheistic religions: Islam (Cham), Judaism (Sephardic), and Christian (American). -
A Compelling PoemIn honor of National Poetry Month, I attempted to isolate my favorite poem and give reason for choosing it.
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Dear Poets - Please Write About SpringSpring is a rejuvenating time, bursting with inspiration, but sometimes inspiration may come from more sources than squirrels and daffodils. -
The Passion of the ChristA mere painting swept me into a role - a girl who followed Jesus, and loved him whole-heartedly. She was fiercely loyal, and she took in both his death and the reactions of those around her. I couldn't resist her story. -
The Story TreeChoosing a major in college can be a tangled and precarious process. Luckily, most of us have passions which overshadow our vast array of interests. This is a short, essay style tale of a girl, a tree, and a degree-hunt.