Original Poems III

Free Verse
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If I can make you happy
This is where I belong
I belong with you
because you care
everyday feels like
the first day we met
Your humor your looks
your charm your personality
everything is you
I breath you
I live off you
I thrive from you
you are where I belong

Rainbow poem
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Red like my shoes
Orange as my earings
Yellow as my bracelet
Green as my earing
Blue as my eyes
Indigo like my belt
And biolet as my dress

This sunny day
I'll walk down the street
Displaying the colors
That all describe me
I hope all gaze
At the rainbow girl
As she shares her freedom

Tarzanelle
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I like your smile
It's brighter than most
Like it's got it's own style

You're not one to boast
I know that by now
It's brighter than most

You are just wow
Theres no words to describe you
I know that by now

You make people wonder who
Who is that girl
Theres no words to describe you

Pretty as pearl
You brighten everyones day
Who is that girl

And I get what I like
I like your smile
It's got its own psych
Like it's got it's own style

Original Poems II

Sestina
A moment

Will your name exist forever
Will you be known for your love
Were you loyal in your friendship
Did you have lots of laughter
Did you live your full life
Or were you there alone

I hope you didn't live all alone
Your personality is lasting forever
And so is your life
I hope you fell in love
And got out some laughter
With every friendship

I hope you were loyal in your friendship
Never leaving eachother alone
Always cheering up with laughter
And supporting eachother forever
As only friends could love
And traveling together through life

And here we sit asking you how was your life
And your moments of friendship
And your moments of love
And your moments of being alone
And your moments of wishing for forever
And your moments of laughter

How much did you enjoy your laughter
How much did you enjoy your life
Do you think you would enjoy it forever
How much did you enjoy your friendship
Would you enjoy being alone
How much did you enjoy love

I pray you always have love
I pray you always have laughter
I pray you're never alone
I pray you have life
I pray you have friendship
I pray you wont be stuck here forever

You're not alone, we had love
You're not here forever, but remember our laughter
You're gonna live your life, we'll make do with our friendship

Ladder
A cough

Germ
after germ
you are attacked
by all the infestations
of every illness thats known
You pass them on
through a handshake
a hug
sickness

Found Poem
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Original Poems I

WHERE I'M FROM
I am from chips, from lays and doritos.
I am from the rural, hardowrking, fresh air scented. 
I am from the maple trees, roses, and moss, the algea, daisies, and pink petals
I am from weekly vacations and curly hair, from Robert and Katherine and Butler.
I am from the night owls and procrastinators.
From thank you for saying thank you and dont touch that.
I am from care free religions and beliefs.
I'm from Ireland, potatos and chicken.
From the crazy sayings of Nana god love ya. the if I known I was gonna live this old I would have taken better care of myself, and the lessons learned by sister that I've continued to use to this day, like always keep your locker locked.
I am from corner in the living room, the mantle, the bookshelves of binders of pictures, almost as if they deserve no lock like we show them off to whom ever may walk through this house.
        

ACROSTIC POEM

         Life       hOpe
     deVotion
      faIthfulness
happiNess
 carinG




CONCRETE POEM

                                   A
                                drop
                             of rain, o
                           ne day I ride
                       you down to the
                   ground, to the surface
                where the others are lucky
             One day instead of sitting here
           watching you all crash against my
    window, watching you replenish the earth
   where you once walked, I will be crashing d
  own too, filling in the gaps that I once steppe
    d over on my way home from school, One
          day my dream will come true and
             will be peaceful and tranquil
                       on my raindrop

Vocabulary On My Mind

The young girl could aspire to anything, she had superfluous amounts of knoweldege. She wasn't obtuse and was very adulate to studying. She would study till it would become deleterious and was never berated about her grades. To many others it was an enigma as to how she was doing so well. She wasnt indolent, or toady, or pretentious. She wasn't a narcissist but often debunked her teachers. her personality was lackluster and far from effervescent. She was cantankerous and often deprecated others works. She had no other adversary other than herself. Often discordant she would upbraid anything she could. She had eloquence and was grandiloquent in her works and she wrote them very gingerly making sure to not make any mistakes. This young lady was avid about her education, her mind was intractable. Her heedful personality got her many places in life.

What I Need to Know about WRITING AND WRITERS to Become a Better Writer

Overall these speakers made me want to focus on any career choice I may have. They talked about how hard it is to get published and how hard it is to get royalties and what not. Lahtough our questions was about what made you choose the genre that you did, I' be interesting to throw in how pay or how easy it was to get published into htat equation, like if it was easier to publish non-fiction over poetry but you liked poetry more what would you have chosen? I  think this would be a cool topic because its something you dont hear much about.


1/17 Speaker = (***)

Round FOUR=Marni Gillard

In Marni Gillards peice The High Dive I liked that she stretched out words because it really gave her a voice "I got back in line, all shiiiiiiivery. Red, white and blue toy soldiers marched across the elasticized front of my suit." In My Artistic Journey with HIGH DIVE I liked that she put fourth a sense of experience "I learned that the art of storytelling means letting the audience co-create with you. I had felt particular audiences affect the way I told a fairytale, but this first personal tale really awakened me to improvisation." I liked the whole chapter and wouldnt get rid of anything. She does a very good job of explaining each reflection and how its shaped the story today and getting rid of any section could leave unexplained gaps. She clearly has told this story enough to memorize some of the words and feelings and this makes the story seem very real although she may have stretched the truth a bit on some parts. Overall it was an iteresting thing to read and then read the authors thoughts about it all.

1/12 Speaker = (***)

Round Three= Mary Moriarty

My thought about One Art is that the way the lines are and how they almost to cut off mid-way through. "so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster. "
It helps the flow of the piece and makes it intersting to read.

How do you open
a time portal that you find in your backyard
how would it smell and look
if theres not even a date on it.

How do you open
a door to a haunted house
would it creak and skreech
if theres not even hinges on it.

How do you open
an old scar
how much would hurt or bleed
if theres not even a mark

When I read In the Backseat of My Mothers Car  it seemed to pass off a rather dark tone.
"I was calling to you – Daddy! – as we screeched away into
the distance, my own hand tingling like an amputation. "
It sounds like she was being pulled away from him and the way that the lines split the words into and the, it helps set the scene. During I Go Back to May 1937 You learn a lot about her life, like you get the idea that her parents are divorced;
"I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man"
In Fatherland you get the picture that she didn't grow up with her fatehr or at least a father figure;
" the fog of my childhood muddles the fatherless"
In Trackphoto it kind of proves that she's had some problems when it comes to her father;
" Now you are missing,
your urn pushed
into a stone wall
by your youngest son.  "
By reading her work you can learn alot about her life and she portrays that clearly in her peices.

2004 seems to have come and pass

I wish I remembered

this moment with you

I feel like we've grown apart

You're the anchor in my life

And I would be so lost

wihtout you by my side

to lead me through it all

No one can ever replace

I can't wait to gowup and have more memories

with you there with me

to walk me down the aisle

1/10 Speaker = (****)

Round Two = Marilyn Kemp

Just by looking at the titles of Kemp's work you can tell she's into the dark mysteries. I read an excerpt from Death of A Dancing Master. Kemp is clearly very literate and it seems like its written in almost  a Sherlock Holmes stlye, " Perkney said he had an appointment, but the young man assumed Perkney said it in an effort to get rid of him.  No matter – the young man felt it his duty to tender an apology for his intemperate words, and apologize he would.". Kemp uses big words and a very interesting sentence structure with the way the words are placed and how it makes the story sound. and refering back to all the Titles this too seemed likea rather dark story.
Question 1: What made you choose this style of mystery over anything else
Question 2: What view are you aiming to give the reader as you right

1/6 Speaker = (***)

Round One=Susan Cominos

Susan Cominos works as a freelance journalist and is the winner of the 2010 Yehuda Halevi Poetry Competition which is run by Tablet Magazine. Her work has been in  Forward, Judaism, Tikkun, Lilith, Calapooya and The Blueline Anthology which is a paper run by Syracuse University. She also has work in Quarterly West. In her poem Beached, or demensia It kinda of has a rather dark tone to it;
"in its seaboiled soul. for this
i grow and swim? to mist i
lift my eyes on land. adrift
in absence, the brain—swell
upon swell—falls a slip. the pail’s
knocked over, the spade’s gone"
In her poem "pecan, rodef, clam"
Her peoms also have very interesting stanza and line formats. She often cuts into a sentence as if she were counting the words on each line. Like in her poems pecan, rodef, clam  Beached, or demensia. This example is from pecan, rodef, clam;
"of roots, hung up
on earth. like a palmed
pit, disappeared
into its own
stone jacket. loony
seed
in a rooming house, even
halved, only
one twin per womb."
In the piece Covet I noticed that she likes to use an alomost medieval sounding voice or style to the piece;
"Thou shalt not
bear the winds higher
than they would blow. Thou shalt never
prick halls of glass
with a bow and arrow. Thou shalt fail
to sway the sky"
I also noticed in Covet  how the line and stanza formats are also seeming like they are cut off which ads an interesting voice to it;
"shalt bring in bees
from the hive, swear
allegiance to their stings – sing alone"

Question 1: What made you choose placing your lines and stnazas in a way that makes them continue on the next line?
Question 2: What made you concentrate in poetry or if you have other genres what made you choose them?