Aazimah+Muhammad

__Ode: Cars __
Ode to Cars I love cars,  I mean not just love them, but i love them  Honestly they make me happy. Feel the nice interior of a Range Rover or feel the smooth ride of a Nisaan. They will take you for a memorable ride. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Cars, are like the air that i inhale that keeps me alive <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Without them, i would be a pimple, on your face. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">waiting to be plucked away and demolished <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Cars are the rain to my bow, and i love rainbows as much as the next queer out there. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Candy canes on Christmas <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">and Turky on Thanksgiving  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">cars are the honey to my dew  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">and the love we share is out of this world. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">__<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Raised by __ <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">"No elbows on the table" <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">"be nice to the people around you"  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">thats what the woman that raised me said  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">one of those  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">"come downstairs, its time to eat"  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">"have you finished your homework?" <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">"when will you be home" <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">type of strong woman  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">my strong mother, a woman that raised  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">me to believe that you need to respect yourself  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">infront of anyone  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">She is also a  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">"whats wrong with you, why arent you paying attention in school"  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">and a  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">"get another bad grade type of woma  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">but my mother is strong  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">and thats who raised me  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Strong and motivated. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Call Me Colored If You Want <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"> Analyze the tears pouring out of my pupils Read what they say ! Look at the colors that they portrayed Orange I felt it right across my face in my heart first comes that harsh "I" then that bullet "LOVE" Now that your already wounded that band-aid cant help "YOU" Red so pearly white and charming you flash every one of them in my face your smile melts me bends my knees until they meet with the floor physically falling, bending, dieing because the second bullet "LOVE" splits me into chunks and it goes deeper this time Black my favorite color of all your fingers run through my hair caressing the sensitive spots that I can not withstand you dig deep into my soul you make me feel good the final bullet "LOVE" and now its completely through Now there are no more bullets no more tears to color no more love now color my heart if you want die my tears with your charm but let me tell you this hunny my soul will only be one color White come to me with your bullshit ask me if i love you you want to taste what's in my pants well baby your three bullets too late because i am happy without the colors paint me white no splatters this time i want to be pure and rid of the selfish rainbow if lies Color me white because my tears has dried and i can not cry or feel these colors you have scarred me to never love so pray for the next GOOD one the one that actually wants to love me pray that i show him my true colors

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<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">__**<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;">Pablo Neruda **__ Still Another Day

The truth is in the prologue. Death to the romantic fool, to the expert in solitary confinement, I’m the same as the teacher from Colombia, the rotarian from Philadelphia, the merchant from Paysandu who save his silver to come here. We all arrive by different streets, by unequal languages, at Silence.

Analysis: <range type="comment" id="877329">This poem "Still Another Day" gives the reader a feeling of being apart of a life either the same or different from theirs. To no one in particular, the words draw the reader in, making the reader feel like its towards them only. Without using a structured pattern in the poem Neurda writes a basic poem comparing the basic lives of a school teacher to the struggling life of a merchant selling silver to make it home. Using commas and emjambments at the end of each line gives the reader a very dramatic pause while reading. Its almost like you cant wait until the next line comes. Because of the informal language, Neurda makes the feeling of this poem calm and settling. However this poem does cause suspense. At the end of the poem when he states "We all arrive by different streets, by unequal languages, at silence", its saying that peoples are in a puddle of their own mess. If you know about it or not, you too may be apart of your own mess,and because we are all alike and equally in mess, we never discuss it making it some what silent.

Curse

Furrowed motherland, I swear that in your ashes you will be born like a flower of eternal water I swear that from your mouth of thirst will come to the air the petals of bread, the spilt inaugurated flower. Cursed, cursed, cursed be those who with an ax and serpent came to your earthly arena, cursed those who waited for this day to open the door of the dwelling to the moor and the bandit: What have you achieved? Bring, bring the lamp, see the soaked earth, see the blackened little bone eaten by the flames, the garment of murdered Spain.

<range type="comment" id="395818">This poem achieves sadness and hurt by letting the readers know his feelings toward his motherland. The subject is the motherland, maybe Spain because he says so at the end of the poem. Also its defiantly not addressing the reader, but something else. Maybe Spain its self. While this poem dose not have any rhyme schemes, it dose repeat words. I think he repeated words, because saying them again actually creates a picture in the readers mind showing drama, and even some type of brilliance. In the middle of this poem I noticed a lot of posed questions, which makes the reader question it also and then leaves the reader to anticipate the answer. Reading the poem makes you think of a field of flowers and someone with huge feet crushing it all, and destroying it completely. Since there is no enjambments in the poem, I think it means that the poem should automatically flow as one, and not be broken up into any parts. The language is sort of questioning something. You would read this in a voice as to ask a question and then find that the answer is not quite what you expected.
 * Don't Go Far Off**

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

This poem achieves love, and sadness by showing his love for a woman. The poem is talking to a woman that he loves. In the first stanza, "because" is repeated to create hesitation. It seem like it was posing some sort of question. Also there is also some flow that makes the poem feel very sexy, and sensual. However it does not have a rhyme scheme. When he say "Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep." it makes you think about a person peaking over the edge of the train stop looking far off for the train thats not even coming. The emjambments in this poem are like a new sentence, its like a new part to the poem, like a new idea. The language of this poem is not very formal, but its shows that he has respect for the person that he is talking to because he is being very nice and sweet almost as if he is her husband or lover.