Simone+Greene

= = = = = **What Is A Poem? ** = = = = **Words used in a certain way, that expresses something or __someone in a unique form __** =

=//•Poem Memory //= //Flashback  //Tired I wasn’t going to make it. How am I supposed to get better by doing this? Nostrils fully exposed. toxic cut grass Along with its park soil and mother natures scent herself

Odor

Absorbing in both my nose holes.

Bothersome

Heavy breathing with my legs incapacitating by every hundredth of a second. Arms at a weak defense. Trying to keep the gap between both forearms and fists.

Don’t let them dummies hang. Arms need to stay in a circular motion, and this I continued to endure. Thinking- Why is sprinter training in the same course as a long distance runner? As the answer was clear, a fumble almost corrupt the cause.. a mindless tree branch

wrenched back in time

Dorney Park

Dorney Park?

Smell of play and plastic joined. Perceived other children my age playing, so I played along. Ears singled out laughing mature voices complementing encouraging other youths to climb a monkey bar-or swing their legs higher as they could

Promptly the bitter taste of sand stuck itself to my teeny lips and somehow got on my tongue

ouch Allowed my face reflexes’ to crunch up gave all perspectives from the outside world look at me as an alien didn’t really care because mommy was there. The brittle stuck between my toddler fingers, stood still ,stroked the sand as I lay in place with my belly on top of the sand Body down.

The thought of having to ru n about another hour brought me out of a daze.

//Flashback#2

Eyes Focused //  //Tension between my arms// //Legs a circulation// //With that Heart beat racing// //Escalating pulse// //I don’t think that ima make it//

//Oehw//

//One of my strives almost didn’t make it//

//Eyes narrow// //Zoned out//

//There I was// //Laying I was// //On my tummy not embarrassed// //To busy looking at my mommy ... listened to all of the other kids// ...... //Gripping the sand that settled between my small skin and bone webs// .. //I was rather camouflaged, like this happened very often//

//Dorney parks sand tastes like my mommy’s cooking salt// ....

//She smiled at me//

//Why?// //I fell.// //She walked towards me// //I smiled to because mommy was to the rescue.//

//Whoa..// //I grasped myself from the unwanted trip//

//Gosh//

//These legs..// //My breathing// //Almost done//

//About an hour left //

=// •Ode //= = =  //Tight but not too tight//...

//Defines my blackalicious shape// //Covering just skin// //They come in black, gray, brown and many more// //Shiny or dull// //I feel sexy// //I feel my pride overflow// //I feel respect has finally spread in all eyes// //I’m kept warm, when in the summer// //A little breeze –it can prevent a tremble//

//My legs look beautiful in these long socks from my waist to ankle 

// =//<span style="color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 140%; text-align: left;"> •Analysis Of Poet;Audre Lorde // =

In Aurde Lorde poems, she has a different movie that is always being played behind the words that make up her diverting poems. ‘…and my body is weary beyond time to rest…The TV lounge next door is wide open it is midnight in Idaho and the throb easy subtle spin of the electric slide boogie…How hard it is to sleep in the middle of life’. In this short section of her poem called ‘The Electric Slide Boogie’, Audre started off the poem witch readers in wonder, and later ended the poem with what we needed to know, but wrote the ending in a unique way so that it wasn’t just a slick and easy visual ending, but rather creative, and asset.

‘The black unicorn is greedy. The black unicorn is impatient. The black unicorn was mistaken for a shadow or a symbol and taken…. The black unicorn is restless the black unicorn is unrelenting the black unicorn is not free. That small quote was taken out of one of her other poems called ‘Black Unicorn’. At first, in the first sentence, before the three periods, the noun that is being compared to a black unicorn is expressing like a negative person/thing, but later, after the periods, it makes the person/thing seem like its acting greedy and impatient for a reason, or something made it act that way. I had to re-read this poem many times to try to understand the concept, yet I continue to find little things that will stick out to me so that I can get a better understanding about the poem itself.

‘I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me and the boy I cannot live without still sucks his thumb in secret how come my knees are always so ashy what if I die before morning comes and momma’s in the bedroom with the door closed…’. That poem by Audre Lorde is called ‘Hanging Fire’. After I read this poem, I did enjoy it, maybe because I could relate to some things that she said in the poem. Yet, I noticed repetition which I think was the core of the poem, and without the repetition, then the poem just wouldn’t have that ‘umph’ that is has now.

Overall as a conclusion, I do relish Audre Lorde poems, hopefully I can read more and expect to do the same process of re-reading her poem multiple times to get a good understanding because of how strong the poem is behind the words themselves.

=//•Riff//=

<span style="color: #981b4f; display: block; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 83%; text-align: center;">‘and too much’ –(Audre Lorde) Is never enough You want it…I have it

You need it I provide it I’ll hand it over before the day that they take me away Care less if the way I get it is illegal

It brings jubilation It manifest to those who greed for it

They say money don’t bring happiness…. But when I'm happy

From me

To you

Money <span style="color: #a71642; display: block; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 70%; text-align: center;">

//** •Sonnet **//

<span style="color: #ff4d00; display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; text-align: center;">A Pale faces, bright eyes stare out the window B Wind hit the glass making the cold seek through A Cheeks tone to scarlet, tears fall on pillow B They wonder- when will they be unleashed too. C Small palms, small feet, all they know is- eat, sleep D Oatmeal, she makes everyday, change the meal C Where’s mom, where’s dad, lots of siblings, white-black D Call the police, let them see how we ‘feast’ E Lock them up, but take my siblings and me F Hate living here, treated with evilness E Take me elsewhere where love is no limit F This lifestyle -Annie, I will not live it G Orphans are special and with soaring prides G To be treated with care- one of a kind =//•My Analysis//=

Here is my formula (Imagery with one dos of descriptiveness). +Couple flavored chunks of paradox+ deepness)=My Poems. Every letter counts, and every words must be perfect. I like my poems to be deep and move people physically, emotionally, and mentally, so I try to make it as real as possible, even if one of my poems are fantasy. I like my poems to be admired and re-read over and over to get the fully understanding because of the deepness that hides behind the words, that make the reader have to re-read to actually comprehend what I say.