Original Poems III

Free Verse
Satellite

Tracked
Traced
Everywhere
I can find
I can see
I can feel
Who you are
What you do
I know
I know
No secrets
I am the satellite
I am untouchable
unapproachable
undefeatable
I am the satellite
Road Sign
Moosi? Mooses? Moose?

Moose
Mooses?
The majestic beauty
The large and not readily seen Moose
Moose Xing!
Hitting one
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  >
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DEATH
The pure impact of such a large creature
The impact
Not plastic
nor metal
Hitting moose would kill
Be careful of the Moose
Their beauty comes at a price
a very large and heavy price
read the signs
stay aware

Recipe for Me
à la Taylor

First start with the large head
then add the legs
the boney arms
and a pinch of sarcasm
raise to medium heat
then add the hazel eyes
settle for around 10 years
then add 5'10" of height
and stir in the knowledge
along with the sociability
then wait
wait for it to mature
in about 5 years
you have a healthy
young man
compiled with all the parents teachings
settle for around

Original Poems II

Strong Words

Metal

Hard as ice
shiny like fire
rough
melted to sheet
lava
melted the rock
We couldnt get through
the hard
but soft lava
detrimental
melted
unable to pass
the hard
thick
deep metal
the creator of most.

Magical Powers
Invisibility

Parents searching
Why searching?
Im right here!
I screamed
Fear upon their face
I looked down
nothing
nothing but my blanket
no arms
no legs
I was invisible
Why?
accepting
now worries
pranks
lies
but
forgotten

Ladder poem
Learning
teachers
give knowledge
pencil, paper, chalk
expanding our mental capicity
growing to our adult selves
aquired by extreme attention
aspects of life
to be
ourselves

Original Poems I

The Where Im from Template
Tbone

I am from paper towels, from laundry to blankets
I am from the mounds of dog hair under every couch
I am from maple trees, the large purple veins deep in the tissue
I am from christmas eve at aunt Jens and large heads from Scott and Sue and Kevin
I am from eating european style to telling stores during dinner
From never to swear and always be yourself
I am from a non practicing catholic home
I am from Albany Med, scallop potatoes and large turkey dinners
From Uncle Kevins story through cancer, the explination of my chromosomal translocation and My grandmas cluttered life
I am from Schenectady, and Uncle Joes yard, and the old swingset
my young life, before I changed cities.

Acrostic Poem
Friends
Fooling around and jokes about each other
Reading about our lifes on facebook
Indicating the things that need to change
Ending some realtionships, but never ending permenantly
Not saying the secrets we were told
Dying on the inside when one moves away
Staying close, always

Questioning something in nature
Grass

Who glosses you every morning?
Are the elves there painting your stalks?
Every morning you show the suspicious quality

Is there something that we dont know?
Are you more than just a plant?
What is your "dew" is slowly taking over our world?

Explainable, this crazy phenomenon
How do you change every morning?
What creates this morning dew?

Vocabulary On My Mind

I was walking down the street when an impassioned but sedentary man caught my attention. He expressed his vapid opinions which tended to be a little jocular. It seemed as if all these opnions would be disputatious. He definately was a misanthrope, and hated the society. He was very langour and spoke very obtusly. It seemed like when I spoke to him, he tried to allay me. I was in a quandary over what to do! Should I stay or should I leave and let this insipid man be alone once again. He never made eye contact and it seemed like he was in a tranquility. It seemed like he was aspiring to be above society. He was very avid about his goals and what he wanted to do. It looked like his house was banal, and was on the streets. His apperance was very austere and not very contemporary. His opinions were rhetorical and he tried to persuay me to become above society with him. He was very pretentious and was often claiming he had a lot of money in the bank, which obviously wasnt true. His nonchalant attitude was very boring, and hard to listen to. He recounted man details about when he was with the society, and how he was normal once. Well after about 10 minutes of listening to this egotistical man, I had to leave. I made a terse statement that led me to move along to a remote location.

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

I would really like to explore more about life stories, or non-fiction pieces. I think that after listening to Marni Gillards' presentation, I really liked how real and lively her stories were. I'm not much into writing poetry, and rambling on about flowers and life. I would rather tell my life, and explain my own stories through my own mind and writing capabilities. I feel like writing real life stories comes much more natural than writing fiction. After Gillards' presentation, I now felt like I was very confident about the topic Alaynah and I chose. I chose a book that taught and explained how you should write your life story. This book did explian very helpful techniques that I will now be able to use in my writing. Not to sound rude, but I really didnt connect with the first 3 presenters. Maybe this was because they wrote poetry or fiction. After Gillard, I really loved her story telling, and how she was so lively with her emotions about HER stories that were represented. I felt like I could now write about an occurance in my life, and correctly use writing techniques to persue my idea. So concluding, I would really like to explore more on writing life stories. I like how this would able me to write about MY life and MY stories, with no restrictions.
1/17 speaker=*****

Marni Gillard

I would love knowing what they LIKE in the story, but MOSTLY what works best in the journey chapter. If I have to cut that chapter what do they think can go? What should stay?

I really like her reality in "My Artistic Journey with HIGH DIVE." Her sense of realism is quite intriguing. I feel like when I read her work, it is very "down to earth." She writes in a very interesting, but real way. "Every gasp or laugh, every puzzled or entranced face potentially affects the story, if I let it. Each of these details appeared because of some listener’s response: the drawn-out sound-effect of falling from the board, the smack as I hit the water, the way I wiggle my ruffle-bottomed suit and snap my bathing cap, my frown at the big kids' teasing, and Dad’s blowing bubbles with Meg." This I think shows her reality, but this quote I think is what works the best in the journey chapter. There are so many vivid comparisons that she uses, I feel like I can see a vivid description of each. When she said the smack as I hit the water, I could hear a large belly flop, and the ear piercing sound that results from that. These descriptions are so detailed and real, I can close my eyes and see her wrinkeled bathing suit, with her bathing cap, and the sad face she is showing. ""What's the point of getting mad now?" I whine. But as soon as those words leave my mouth, we’re both laughing. We have met at this crossroads of resistance before and recognize its familiar pull. Doug recognizes an old habit of giving up though I really want to fight for myself." I feel like this whole part isnt really necessary. I just dont think it contributes to feeling or order of the story. The description of her hitting his hands, and saying that they were like her fathers just doesnt contribute to the development of the story. "

Although I resisted facing my dad's less-than-sympathetic side, I was able to do so by making a small but important adjustment in the tale. I began to give my brother Jimmy the role of ally. When he cries at just witnessing my fall and then offers me his favorite towel, he becomes the one person who acknowledges my pain." I feel like this part needs to stay because it shows how her brother feels. It shows how she feels also. It shows that she can trust her brother, as if he was her father. She can now trust him, and can consider him an ally, and a supporter. When he shows emotion, I think that it shows how much her actually does care.

1/12 Speaker = (****)

Block Three= Mary Moriarty

In Moriatys poem she says "I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master." She starts out by explaining one detail that she had lost, and then says how another tragedy had occured. When she said "And look!" it kind of made you wonder what was going to happen. Even though we actually couldnt look, metaphorically, we could see where the poem was going. "Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master." She says that we lose something everyday, and that the art of losing isnt hard to master. She kind of made me think about my last day, and maybe about something I may have misplaced. This poem kind of makes you think about your life, and notice all of the things you have lost.

Seeing?

Seeing isnt believing, believing is seeing
instances that none will accept
to be questioned until sought.

Seeing things new
Now accepting the possibility.
Seeing isnt believing, believing is seeing.

Going farther and farther:
mystical, monsters, aliens.
Believable to the crazy

Seeing these stories.
Fake! We all say
Seeing isnt believing, believing is seeing

Seeing these sights
doesnt need to happen
We can believe, if you want.

-Even seeing the unseeable,
I do believe in the unbelieveable
Seeing isnt believing, believing is seeing.
Seeing creates beliefs?
My beliefs create sight!
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"We left before I had time
to comfort you." The form of this first line is very different, but has meaning. The skip after time, kind of is not just telling you, but is showing you that she didnt have him. "I wanted
to stem the burning waters running over me like tiny
rivers down my face and legs, but at the same time I was reaching out." This form is kind of jumpy. It's very difficult for me to follow, and I dont like it. When I read these lines, I cant comprehend all that is going on because my mind is to focused on finding the next line. I do like when she says that the waters running over her like tiny rivers because it is very descriptive. I can imagine water trickeling down her arms in seperate rivers all going down, but finding different ways to get there. The overall form of this poem is very distracting. I like the metaphors and descriptions she uses, but it's so hard to follow and appreciate these descriptions when your mind is trying to keep with these breaks.

Family Poem- Boston

The endless trip
8 year old Taylor
Aquariums, My obsession
Marine fish fascinated my life
My family beside me
watching my over excited face
overwhelmed

My family
always beside me
to guide
and to hold.
Through the packed
quincy market,
we weeved

We find our exit
out of the crowd,
we found the ocean.
My first time.
My obsession in my eyes
I stood fascinated
obsessed
wondering,
why I loved the ocean blue?
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I cant rate the speaker because I wasnt there

M.E Kemp Mysteries

I really like the style that M.E. Kemp uses when writing. I feel like her style is very unique! “There are evil people in this to town who would be only too happy to stomp the Mather name in the mud.  Great men have enemies, Cousin Hetty, and while I am only a tiny gnat, my father is a giant among men." The way that she explains that giant men have enemies, and that her father is a giant indicated that her father has a lot of enemies. I like the way that she points out all of her information. She explains by not explaining. She points you in the right direction, instead of giving you all the information. "I nodded, taking care to keep my expression serious.  I ignored the face that Creasy made at me, wrinkling up his nose and his eyes in distaste." The way that she describes the wrinkeled face in distaste sort of gives me a vivid detail of a man with a sour look on his face while squinting his eyes. I find her writing very descriptive, and I really do enjoy reading her pieces. I find it interesting that much of what she writes is not very direct, and she tends to lead you. She lets you sort of create your own scene by giving you the correct details to create a detailed surrounding. I really do enjoy M.E Kemp's writing
-Do you think that leading people without giving direct desccriptions creates more of a vivid read?
-Do you intend to make readers think about the metaphors you use?
1/6 Speaker=(**** stars)

Round One = the author’s name your class is having.

I’ve found out that Susan Comninos is a very intelligent poet. Her writings are very detailed and often include many forms of punctuation in her poems. “Who plans to hang mezuzahs by the bed, dangle instruments of tenor, or better: rim the door with artifact. That’s all; no more to confess.”
http://blogs.forward.com/the-arty-semite/138168/#ixzz1iamrnQ1s. This punctuation helps to break up the poems, and explain her idea in more of a meaningful way. These punctuation marks create a deep vibe that is expressed. Also, she often uses personification, “All those amendments that might be made: soaking our structures with spit.” http://m.triquarterly.org/poetry/deconstruction-workers. I think that personification gives a realistic and a more lifelike feel. It describes and explains how and what the objects are doing.  Comninos also forms questions in her poetry, “the squid in its seaboiled soul.  for this i grow and swim?” http://hospitaldrive.med.virginia.edu/hospital-drive/issue-6-summer-2011/beached-or-dementia/. I think that forming a question in poetry is a very effective and quite unique way to express the authors opinion. Comninos uses this question to show and almost predict the future. Her style of writing is very interesting, and sometimes almost difficult to comprehend. With so many breaks in her poetry, it makes it very hard to follow her intent, while also trying to keep your place. I really do enjoy how descriptive and detailed her writing is. “Linguists
of the shrub variety make waxy a mate to verdant. Green’s the grace most of us would like.” http://m.triquarterly.org/poetry/deconstruction-workers. Her descriptions are so powerful, deep, and needed that without her style, her poetry would be just another worded, lined, and incomprehensible poem. Comininos style is purely unique.