Lexus+FOrman

I stepped into this whole poetry unit blinded by the “complexity” I thought poetry had. I am not the most creative person in the world, so I thought I was going to dread this unit. However, I was pleasantly surprised. I enjoyed seeing the work that I could create. Who knew that I could play with my words like I did, or use imagery. I can actually give someone my work, or read it out loud and not be embarrassed of it. I am very confident about my work and I am proud.

In my poems my most commonly used poetic technique that I used in my poems was imagery. My favorite line that I used imagery in was “Why did God feel the/ need to have that/ little swimmer/ vigorously/ burst into a seed/ to create me.” That was such a powerful line for me and imagery was the only way I knew how to express it. I used repetition in my poems with punctuation. I was very precise about where I put them because my poem did not seem complete if a punctuation mark is out of touch.

1. "Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry." - Gustave Flaubert

2. Memory Poem

February 13, 2007
 * __ My Baby Love __**

19-year-old sister was as big as a house. While vaguely listening snow flakes start to fall. Mid-night strikes, There was a cloud bubble right above my huge head. Mommy dearest came at me with a huge shove and popped it. "Get up Lex!" There was something so precious that was about to be sent down wrapped up in a beautiful cloth that we will rapture in because she was love.

Driving in this mess of a city on this nasty day, for a beautiful beginner that ALMIGHTY created. Sitting in a white room. Calming? Is it supposed to be? Why should there be a standstill when we here that special number... 10? Trusting her womanly parts to sculpt something so cherished. Exhilaration is something that the child-bearer feels when she hears push. Exudation seeps out of openings on her appearance. In her companions eyes he feels she is still angelic and fascinating.

That precious soul is such a princess. She begins to earn her crown when the first part of her hits the God sent air. She thrusts and quenches her rear end that the lovely one will probably inherit.

Felt like I was in a 90's sitcom. Excitement coming from my left and my right. She gives is one more 1-10 and here it is.

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You have buttons and this clear thingy on the top of you. You are one of the toughest things I know of. You take a lot of crap from people. You get dropped, thrown at different objects, and slapped around when you don’t do exactly what characters want you to do.
 * __ Ode to my Remote Control __**

People push your buttons and your pulse rushes through your body and signal a type of attention. You don’t always react, and when you don’t the characters still try to push your buttons until you do.

Don't let them take your energy away. Just grow some legs and adrift.

I know exactly how you feel. I once had someone throw me down on the ground. Pick at me until I reacted. But I wasn't as STRONG as you. By the end of it all... I was BROKE down and BUSTED. Emotional out of fuel. So I tried to mend it. But you just keep on keepin on.

I’m sorry remote.

Link to Audio- http://dl.dropbox.com/u/12821405/Poem%201.m4a

4. Found Poem

__ People in Philly __ I can't deal I can't do it, people on twitter cuss too much. That ain't my job. Go to class. Yessssss... It was Abou. I got these black girls jealous. Ask ya man. The last time I talked to him was last week. He was playing with his new boo. But I found it on somebody's tumblr. Attention septa riders! What's in the new chicken wraps?

5. I was Raised by…

I was Raised by a go get the beret box and don’t take out the comb type of woman.
 * __ Motherly Love __**

She knew the pain I withheld when she put the comb to my unpermed roots. But she knew the price I would pay if I didn’t know that beauty was pain.

I was Raised by a Sunday dinner type of  woman.

Not a woman that cooked it. But a woman who enjoyed her mother’s cooking after a long day of singing a joyful noise on the Morris Chapel Baptist Church choir.

I was Raised by a Avon sells manager type of  woman.

A woman that kept a French manicure, fresh suit, and a new purse holding Avon brochures.

I was Raised by a go-getter type of

woman.

I mean a woman that holds a bragging right to say that she is the first one to earn a bachelors degree.

I was Raised by LOVE XOXOX

6. Riff Poem

What’s my purpose in this thing called life? Why did God feel the need to have that little swimmer vigorously burst into a seed to create me.
 * __ Blessings __**

What do I have to offer? I have yet to have a response to answer this question.

Does my Father have a plan for me? I think he has a plan for all of his children. But the key to that door is patience.

My Father loves me. “I am blessed because God told me so.”

Quote from Londeka Zondi's

7. Imagist Poem

You have your curved crevices. People will grasp you and hold you. That 40-year-old virgin will be jealous because she wants to have that same exact intimacy. That girl will put her full lips around your rim. She will have her tongue soak up the juices that is withheld inside of you. You take your place in the blue whicker basket, and patiently wait for the cycle to repeat.
 * __ 10oz. Welch’s Bottle __**

For my detailed study I studied a poet named Charles Bukowski. He is a crazy, mediocre poet, but in a good way. He is a poet that will make you ponder on the smallest things, but they have such a bigger meaning to them. I am definitely not used to his type of poetry and a blind man can see that reading my poetry. However, it was quite interesting to be taken out of my comfort zone and analyze something so different. This analyzation just strengthens and broadens my mind on dissecting poems.

Charles Bukowski was always very angry and didn’t have a positive outlook on life. I looked at his poems as if something in his childhood was so traumatizing that he carried it with throughout adulthood. There was a stanza that what was in Mr. Bukowski’s poem //Alone Wit Everybody//. It says, “the city dumps fill/ the junkyards fill/ the madhouses fill/ the hospitals fill/ the graveyards fill”. This shows that he focuses on the negatives in life rather than the positives.

This poet also makes it clear in almost every poem that he is a drinker. Alcoholic drinks are a big part of his life. In his poems he makes it very clear that he drinks his sorrows away and there is nobody there to even try to stop him. Charles dedicates a whole poem to drinking. This poem is called //Are You Drinking//. There is a stanza in this poem that says, “are you drinking?” he will ask./ “are you getting your/ exercise, your/ vitamins?” In my eyes it seems like whoever is asking these questions doesn’t really care about the alcohol problem, they were just asking these questions because they had to but didn’t really care.

In many of this wonderful poet’s poems, he uses a lot of symbolism. In his poem //A Radio With Guts,// the radio has much more meaning than being just a radio. I think the radio is a symbolism for love. Also, in his poem, //A Smile To Remember,// he symbolizes his mother as a helpless goldfish because her husband was abusing her. Like almost every man, he has an obsession with the female body. In the poem //A Radio With Guts//, he mentions a woman’s body a lot. He say’s, “she really dug with that trowel/ and she put her behind up in the air”. Charles Bukowski uses a lot of repetition in his poems. In every poem that I have read he has used repetition in them, whether it be repetition in words or capitalization.