250 WORD OWN ANALYSIS

When I started this poetry unit I used mainly rhymes to enhance my poems. I've found that isn't what poetry is about, and there are many ways to express the words in your head. Particularly I wanted to try description. I really liked how I could feel a good poem when I read it, and I wanted my poetry to be just like that.
I saw that when I revised my poetry I could easily replace boring words with more exciting ones that would enhance the whole thing. In my ode to a candle my original line was, "Red and white a true delight," but now it is "scarlet and cream, and lustful scene." I really started to like making these sentences sound better to the reader.
I did an experiment were I played off another famous poem and used sort of the same figurative language, and set-up. "How can it depend upon. a white baseball / conditioned with oil and sweat fills the needy glove." When I read poetry I love to think, about hidden meaning, and greater value. Some people don't but it's still good to make your sentences sound sophisticated.
Comedy is a bigger part in my writing. It's just something that makes everyone happier, and that's what I like. In my found poem, the lines I took didn't have a special deep meaning. It mostly included witty lines people didn't know were being recorded. "Jeffrey Schwartz you're so fierce," and " No lie it was the biggest hotdog I've ever seen," were just a few of the treasures I found.
I'm starting to really enjoy poetry, I've always been able to express myself, but it helps to make it easier for others to understand you.


"A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom." Robert Frost

INTRO TO MEMORY POEM
“Hey Jeff, happy birthday! How old are you now, eight,” my karate teacher asked.
“Hey, Sensei Mike. Actually I’ll be eight tomorrow, but everything looks great.” I looked around at the stacked pizza boxes and balloons held done by those heavy rock things. This was my second year doing karate and I was getting pretty hype about it. I invited all my school friends, even the ones I didn’t like. My friend Joey arrived first and we started pre-drinking the Capri suns we liked the most. We stepped onto the karate mat. It was blue, it’s red now, and we just ran all over it.
A few more people started to arrive, mostly from my very old school. We then started some games like dodgeball, and races. My favorite thing to do was break boards. My teacher sensei mike brought out a thin lightly colored oak board. All my friends gathered around me as I took a step back from the board. I clenched my fist as it came smashing through the air and into the board. I broke it in two, and half hit my teacher’s fingers. It was a fun birthday. The cake and pizza was really good.

The cherry drinks we drank first
In a way to match no other
As we ate and drank and ran around
Along came another
This friend joined the fun
And everyone sat down to eat
Stuffed with cake that was freshly baked
We were ready to start some games
We jumped and hopped around the mat
And learned a karate move called startled cat
It was fun
Now everyone goes home for the night


New Ode to a candle

Scarlet and cream a lustful scene
Supporting lovers in fire
Making a dream of love it seems
Till it burns to a deep ember wire.

FOUND POEM

Be careful what you say

Wait don't right that down
Why IS April smiling like that?
Hmmmm I think it needs more Dalena
Jeffrey Schwartz you're so fierce
No lie it was the biggest hot dog i've ever seen.
Hey Jeffrey do you think im pretty?
Who are you get out of my house!
Obviously this is my foot
I wish you wouldn't pierce my soul with those eyes
How ya going to borrow a french fry.

I WAS RAISED BY POEM

I was raised by that
“Wear your napkin we’re in a fancy restaurant,”
kind of love.
That smothering smell of home cooked meals
That seems to surround you and support you in a wafting hammock
Stronger siblings
Smarter peers
Faster teammates

Good game good game
A sympathetic hug from home plate
the reassuring whizz of the ball
sent screaming by the bat
nothing can stop us

“You’re to old,”
not for you
all work
no play but a hunger for it

RIFF POEM with a line from Naomi Shihab Nye

"When did you stop being a poet?"
Are you now to embarrassed to show what really makes you happy?
Are you to cool to express yourself
Maybe you
Have forgotten that poetry doesn't leave you.
It's inside you and both the host and the parasite need eachther to survive.
But which is which.
Do you need it
Or does it need you.

IMAGIST POEM "Chocolate milk"
The morning is here,
And the chocolate milk is ripe
creamy and smooth
Tomorrow morning will come soon

AUDIO RECORDING
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Extra poem

A baseball

How can it depend upon
a white baseball

filled with
wrapped twine

conditioned with oil
and sweat

fills the needy
glove.




WALT WHITMAN


Detailed STUDY


Walt Whitman was more of a nature servant then a obedient, write between the lines kind of poet. He was a mid-late American poet, born into a working-class family. His mother and father didn’t have a direct effect on his poetry, but his simplistic lifestyle seeped into his books.
He had a innovative strategy of writing, which is why he became widely regarded and famous. Walt Whitman liked to transform something simple into a complicated soup of love and tranquility, and sometimes personification. For example his poem, “I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,” made a simple mossy tree into a personified being whom never sought love. “But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone there, without its friend, its lover near--for I knew I could not.” He observes this simple tree living that isn’t growing near other trees and almost questions it. How is this tree able to thrive without love, without friendship, when a person can’t. In this poem he uses the repetition tool and repeatedly touches back on the personification and comparison.
Walt Whitman might have been trying to reach an educated crowd. Seldom were his poems were directed towards children. His poems are entertaining but when someone reads them they make you think. The poems tend to go beyond a first glance, which makes you re-read and come back. “Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.” This poem is in a classroom scene. The professor is giving awesome speeches and everyone is clapping and cheering, while Whitman wanders off. He goes outside to get away from the commotion and adores the simplicity of the night sky rather than hearing it from a professor. After reading the poem a few times you pick up on more and more. You see how he isn’t just expressing his hatred for Astronomy classes, but his love for nature and hidden meaning are usually shown.
Walt Whitman’s attention to the little details of love are a large part of his writing style. He can express his own love, the way he feels connected with the things around him, or elaborately show the delicate feelings a father shares with his daughter. In his poem, “On the beach at night,” a father lovingly calms. “Weep not, child, Weep not, my darling,

With these kisses let me remove your tears.” He is able to capture a sensitive part of being a father which is protecting a child. Walt Whitman shows he is able to possess a high amount of love for everything in his poems.

I’ve enjoyed my work with Walt Whitman. It’s easy to realize now how he became so famous. Any reader can will find that his complex style and recurring themes makes him especially easy to read and think about.