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"Poetry is a universal language..." - William Hazlitt...

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Introduction:
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I have too many ideas and a short amount of time to get them all created and written down. My memory is too bad for me to trust myself with anything. These poems are poems written down on something as simple as a napkin, envelope, and sticky note, all because my laptop has a weak battery. These poems came straight from my mind and the type of music I was listening too at the time. I tried to keep them close to my heart: family, emotions, and past experiences.

I tried to use repetition, similes, and metaphors as much as I could. I also used enjambment like Emily Dickinson did in her poems. An enjambment is when a poet continues a sentence in two different stanzas. I wrote a memory poem, ode, found poem, “I was raised by…” poem, riff poem, and imagist poem. Also included is a detail analysis of the poet Emily Dickinson’s style of writing, a drawn picture of what my ode poem means to me, and an audio of my ode recording.

In my memory poem, I focused on using repetition to start at the beginning of the stanzas and tried to emphasize my lines with punctuation. I talked about my first memory as a toddler in San Diego, California’s Lego Land and that memory stuck with me. My next poem is my ode to my songs on my iPod, I wrote about how they keep me sane and the songs I play represent my ever-changing emotions. When I was writing my ode, I added lyrics that stuck out to me because when I read poems, there’s always a line that stands out to me. I wrote about how my mind was a circus and tried to emphasize the use of enjambment because I would always cut off sentences: "'There'll be some screws lose'.../but/no one knows./It's easier to get out then in./Have the power of the/ring leader..."

Where as for my found poem, I tried to stick with one topic: “dreams” because the one we heard in class stuck to one topic. The next poem we read and “marked up” as a class was “I Was Raised By…”, we made our own version. To shake up our versions, we thought of different ways to start our lines, instead of using: “I Was Raised By…”, we used: “I was taught by”, “I was disciplined by”, and so on. Our next poem inspiration came from a video and it was our riff poem. We took one line from a poem and made our own poem from that line. I chose the line: "we do what it takes to shake the snake/ that coils around our humble lives" and continued the poems with a time and life theme. Our last poem was the imagist poem, where we described an item in detail. I chose to talk about my fridge. After the poems, we analyzed a famous poet and put together our Wikispace!

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Memory Poem: Lego Land Venture
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sighs of exhaustions
PLOP! as a child falls onto her butt
a whole new world has been seen
a Lego Land
California, to be exact.
“HEY YOU CAN’T BE THERE!”
suddenly toys and Lego men are chasing
from behind the three year old's legs
What to do now?
Surrender? Certainly NOT.
run run run...as fast as your legs can take you
past the river
past the once toddler proof fence
past the hills
past the...
past the exhaustion
past the legs giving up
stop, surrender
have them bring you back over the barrier that kept you...
from mommy and daddy
have them place you into your stroller
have them feed you from a Lego straw
have them fatten you with pizza
have them pull down the shading in your stroller,
so you can rest.

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Odes to My Songs

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"Can You See Me Clearly Now?"
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Waking up to the silence,
speakers are turned up
to wake everyone up
so early in the morning...
"to something so confined."
The windows open,
the dances and the singing
starts.

The artists starts
without even knowing...
solving just my every day problems,
that may not matter
to most, but to me
it is what
holds me
down and keeps
me grounded.

They talk about...
love,
anger,
passion,
past struggles,
dreams,
and then come the reality
to pull me back.

I talk back.
About me, dealing with those whom are trying to get in
but "only as a symphony
can" allow you to come
into me.
It shows what the
tunes
mean to me.
Remembering what they say,
what they tell me.
One by one,
people will be trying
to "go into the circus of my mind."

"That's where the show starts."
Where will it
end?
"There'll be some screws lose"...
but

no one knows.
It's easier to get out then in.
Have the power of the
ring leader...
to control those followers.
"I'm kinda normal"
"and that's okay with me."

Above is my audio to my "Ode To My Songs".
Link to the audio: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/12746606/My%20Ode.m4a

Above is my drawing of my poem: "Odes to My Songs". I chose to draw an open minded head. I wrote in lines from my ode and made it hard.
Link to the picture: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/12746606/photo%20(90).JPG


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Found Poem: You Don't Have To Worry About My Dreams...
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I care...
about my dreams.

"I don't, let's play my little violin...
Dun dunn dunnn
So just stop.
Stop thinking so much,
you always over think
ignorance is a bliss"


I want to explore.
"your dreams?
so biased and unruly...I would say."
Well then, don't believe what you hear around you.

"its not always supposed to work the way you want.
good or bad,
Life moves on...with or without you
and no one cares."
Well, I care.

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"I Was Raised By.."
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I was nurtured by the
"eating comes first"
Asian foods roaming through the house
like the boogie man they chased away
when roaming under my bed…
in my black hole of a closet,
as a toddler.
"Take what you can eat…" ruling
by...
grandparents
parents,
aunts and uncles,
never cousins...
super hero chefs,

I was taught by a
"don't eat when we do homework",
stay still when you do work,
hard working
high school smarts learning
A, B, C, 1, 2, 3 loving
potty training
mama and baba,

I was disciplined by
a lover of
quiet corners
ear pullers
sight seeker
yellers
lectures
hand slappers
"have you learned you lesson yet"
tooshie wackers!
type of family.

I was taken under the wing of
hang out buddies
"let's go out"
safety lesson
grouping together
traveling together
cousins.

I've raised
warm hearted
hissy fitting
temperamental
portrait painting
family time loving
open hearted
sister,

I was raised by my family.

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Riff Poem - "Shake the Snakes" - Line taken from poet, Kurtis Lamkin:
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"we do what it takes to shake the snake
that coils around our humble lives"
or do we?
what do the sakes mean to us?
does it mean life or life after the death that consumes us
at the golden but olden age?
do we scribble down the bucket list that never gets fully completed
because...
because every memory is always altered
always forgotten and added on to a whole new story.

No life is recorded fully...
justs remembered by the pictures,
the pictures that we add
a thousand words too.
Those are the pictures that make us
lie to one another.
Lie to ourselves jt to make the
adventure more fun.

So in the end...
how do we shake the snakes?
raise the stakes?
how?

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An Imagist Poem: The Sacred Fridge
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The fridge,
keeper of all foods
stainless steal outside
one the inside holds glass shelves
and cool crisp plastic interiors that
hold the simplest of things,
the things that keep the body functioning:
apples,
pears,
two day old left overs that no one will ever eat.
Feed me as I bask in your
frigid stainless steel.

Keeping the most smelliest of food,
calm with its cooling sensation.
Keeping the most sweetest fruits
alive,
like a hospital aiding it's patients.

The fridge,
the thing used to help keep lives
alive...
dusted with the most diverse of hands.


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Poems, Poets, Marking it UP with Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson. She is one of the most well known poets in English literature. Although she was not a published poet in her lifetime, after her death, her poems were discovered and published. Since the poems didn’t have a title, the first line of the poem titled them. After analyzing many poems, I chose to do a detailed analysis on Emily Dickinson. I, like many other of my peers, have concluded that Emily Dickinson mainly pondered about Heaven, goals, hard work, death, depression, love, life alone, and being in her own little world in seventeen of her poems.

These poems have caught the attention of so many people because of her unique way of writing and putting her thoughts onto a page. Emily Dickinson often used the style of enjambment. An enjambment is when a poet continues a sentence in two different stanzas. An example of this work is in her poem: “A Bird Came Down”, Dickinson states: “He stirred his velvet head/ Like one in danger; cautious,” As one can see, Dickinson uses this technique to her advantage because this technique is found in most of her poems. Another technique Emily Dickinson uses is the technique of emphasizing the first word in each line of her poem. She never starts a line with a lower case letter. Very rarely, we see that there is a sign of repetition that can be found in her poems. In her poem, “The Heart Asks Pleasure”, she starts most of her lines with the words: “And then,” in both of her stanzas. Another important poetry technique Emily Dickinson uses is the art of comparing her life to nature. In most of her poems she will often say things like: “People like the moth,” and “Heaven is what I cannot reach! / The apple on the tree/ Provided it do hopeless hang, / That ‘heaven’ is to me.” In that line, Emily Dickinson compares the grasps of heaven to an unreachable apple on a tree. In the other line, Emily Dickinson compares people to a moth, flying around together to look for a light in their life.

When reading her poems, one can figure out many things. One of those things is that Emily Dickinson wanted to be loved by a man. In her poem, “The Heart Asks For Pleasure”, she talks about the heart and how the hearts wants to be loved but when it comes to heartbreak, the heart will not be ready for all of the pain and sadness that will come its way. When all of that comes, the heart will go into a state of depression and question the way of life and living. This poem shows two sides of Emily Dickinson, it shows her yearn for love and how her loneliness effects her depression. Another poem I read that showed a stalker side of Emily Dickinson is the poem, “A Bird Came Down”, she talks about following a man and watching everything he does in his life in detail. After that poem I read, “If I Can Stop One Heart”, Dickinson says that if she can stop the pain of love, she will. Even if she hurts herself in the process, it will be okay, as long as if he, her love, is safe. This raises the question of her past relationships.

Emily Dickinson spent a majority of her life as a depressed hermit wanting to keep out of the spotlight. Most of her poems often talked about being alone, taking her life, wanting for ideas, and her life lessons. When talking about being alone, she looks as if it is a prize that one is offered because in her poem: “I’m Nobody”, she states to the reader: “Don’t tell/ they’d advertise – you know! / How dreary – to be – Somebody!” She uses punctuation to her advantage in this poem. She wants to emphasis the life of a common person, not as a celebrity, but as a normal citizen.

Emily Dickinson spent her life alone, so she slipped into a depression state and thought that everything around her. Some of her poems that spoke of depression or the ideas of entering onto heaven were: “A Long Long Sleep”, “A Littler Road Not Made”, “I Lived On Dread”, and “I Felt A Funeral”. In conclusion, Emily Dickinson mainly pondered about entering into Heaven, goals, hard work, death, depression, love, life alone, and being in her own little world in seventeen of her poems. I only wonder what would have happened if she was discovered before her death and how she would feel to be famous.

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