DeLesha+Jackson

"Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art." -Thomas Hardy

My poet is E. E. Cummings

Tears (Memory Poem) Eyes Puffy Water Forming Tears Falling down my cheeks Creating puddles at the corners of my mouth I stand there waiting for my hug, From him Him, that man I call my father That man who owes me the 6 years of my life that was spent serving his country That man that I’ll miss with all my heart That man That man who stays strong for his daughter in her time of sorrow His face cringes from the hurt on her face He embraces his “princess” She shudders Shudders because she knows the risk of him not coming back is high Shudders because he’s going to be gone another couple years She shudders The grip gets tighter Not because he’s holding her up But tighter, for reassurance Reassuring her that he is going to come back Reassuring that he will make up everyday Of every year that he missed of her life She barely heard the words coming out of his mouth as he got into the car “I love you baby, I’m going to call you when I get to the airport” One last kiss good bye from that man That man, I call father Left the scent of his cologne on her cheek Wiping the tears from her face she watches the car speed away Looking down at her phone she is receiving a call She looks up at the car that just turned the corner Conquers up a smile and answers with a happy “Hey dad!”

Unknown feeling (Sonnet)

Laughter may be the best medicine but, Smiling comforts the soul reassuring - You that it’s going to be all-okay Smiling was her shallow river in her Drought - smiles sniffs out the best in a person For that moment smiling was her night-light Her light to knowledge, happiness, knowing- -That with everything he’d do anything, To come back to her to make her smile – for He needed her more than she needed him

Ode To Orange Juice

Freshly squeezed is good But ever fresh is the best With pulp or without it Its still gonna be in my cup on the rocks The way you bounce off the rocks and then Fall to the bottom Your liquid flows and builds up turning the cup orange You rock!

You’re the cheese to my lasagna The chicken to my sandwich The buffalo to my wings Oh how you make my mouth water With juice! Oh how you quench my thirst!

The way your cool orange flavor Runs down my throat on a hot summer day! Oh how you quench my thirst The way you create happiness from bring an inanimate object is beyond me But that’s something I’m willing to live with Oh how you quench my thirst

You came into my life like a nagging tick And now Now it’s like we go way back like two hoes in a Cadillac I got to talk to my main man more then once a day Oh how you quench my thirst

(Riff poem) “Silly of Me To think…” -Deniece Willams silly of me to text you first silly of me to think you would care care about me about my feelings silly of me to try and find away to crop somebody out just to paste you in silly of me to think it was because of this when CLEARLY it was that silly of me to tell my friends about the conversation we had and then to just sit there and think about what our next conversation might be silly of me to smile at the sound of your name or even smile at the text message you didn’t want to respond to silly of me to unconsciously say things that involve an “us” not only am I silly but now I’m crazy crazy to have ever thought there would be an “us” crazy to conjure up in my head the image of u holding me crazy to have thought you would ever say anything to me on a “more than friend level” crazy of me to already pick the outfit out because I know for a fact I’m getting asked on a date not only asked on a date but also asked to be your girl crazy of me to think you would care that this poem is about you humph! Silly of you not to want me

My poems take place anywhere; they are just how I’m feeling at the moment. Most people use rhyme in all of their poems but I only rhyme when I have to. I don’t like rhyme in my poems because to me it seems old-fashion and I’m kind don’t like it. But I have learned to put more feeling into my poem, it was already feeling there but because of the metaphors and hyperbole’s I use it makes it more intense and hopefully the reader can feel the emotion I put out there. I also changed the breakings in my poems to have a greater intensity and make it flow the way I like. I don’t really like poems that are all run together and read like a story. If it runs together I want it to be because the poet is reading it fast but not because it’s a story. In my poems I use repetition instead of rhyme because I think it gets the point across better.

Poet E. E. Cummings is one creative creature. He can write a poem about anything. From reading his poems I think it’s safe to say he was a thinker and he loved to evaluate things. His smallest words seem so big; his shortest poems create the deepest meeting. Even though he can write about anything it seems as though from the four different poems I picked from him, the topic seemed to be about love and the effects of it. I’m not really sure why I think because of the simple fact that most people like poems about love because so many people want to be in love. I think the thing that makes my poet unique is that fact that his formatting isn’t the same. He uses parenthesis and dashes like no other. He would say a line and then put parenthesis there as though it was to say that’s what that line meant, but it’s not; even though sometimes it is but other times it’s just there to connect with something else in the other stanza or to connect with something that may come up. It seems as though my poet is kind of like me because he doesn’t rhyme, well he might but of the poem’s I saw he didn’t and I thought that was interesting I mean not the fact that he didn’t rhyme and still got his point across, but the fact that I picked somebody with some of my characteristics in writing. One other thing I noticed is that he don’t really use repetition, if he does the line is only in the poem about 2 times. And to me it’s not really repetition because of the way I use repetition and because of the other ways I’ve seen it being used in poems also I’m not really sure about why he does this but he doesn’t capitalize his name or he doesn’t really use capitalization in his poems. I want to say that it’s because he doesn’t feel as though he deserves it but I’m not really sure. I mean that’s a reason I wouldn’t capitalize my name but I’m not sure. In one of his poems he uses words that are spelt differently and his vocabulary is different. I know a lot of poems use big words to get more creative but it seems as though he really uses them, well not really big words but words that come as big because you don’t really know what they mean right off hand. The other thing about his punctuation is he indents I think to prove a point in his poems. In one poem of his when he used an indent it was a pause to see how emotional it was and how emotional he got. Another poem used it to break up words to let people know what he was talking about, like he used it in different ways to create words so that when you put them together you saw the bigger picture. I’m not really sure how to explain but my poem is really nice. He is really deep and everything the thing he says just amazes me every time. You never really know what creative thing he will say and how he will put it together.