Kyler

" A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom" - Robert Frost

I once used to know of old pines trees, and river stones, that tadpoles homed,that snakes snipered, that Does Bambi'd, a Dandelion's a-dandy'd, pieces of me that autumn'd the mother creek. Who once embodied even more creation and complexity beyond my perplexity. But now i know of cobblestone and concretes painin', and muddy oily slick rains gasolinin', plastic bottles and plastic persons wastin' their remains. Colt 45'ers Second hands pot snippin' the sound of my walk down'a trail, the once potent connections-wanting to turn into relationships-callously ended, -the too big for words- swallowin' earthly grave.Of every //whom//, who was tortured into a thing.
 * Once**

I love all of your demonous verses reflective imagery of doom and glooom deathly riffs and venoumous curses but you'd rather smoke pot and stay in your room than integrate into political activism squat tours are your only direct action rant about scenes and metal punk schisms dark masks and shocking fashion Roses are red violets are blue Everyday doom is set yet I hate everything including you on your fate I would not bet I shall just listen to the honey bees than pay another cheap concert fee.
 * Sonnet- By Me**


 * Odes-By Me**

Ode to the creek because it reminds of reality in an environment so bemused it is the suffering, abused A broken mother, strong and stubborn, as her little water children dissapear each year and the poison replaces these once living communities, she carries on wanting to live, wanting to carry life on her back, wanting to nuture, wanting to hydrate. And she reminds me once more that listening to the natural world isn't a metaphor <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">as I'd thought before. <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;">**Raised By** <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">I was raised by pink serious eyes of <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">a black man determined and regretful <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">a woman sassy and christstrucken <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">with loyalty like the placenta to the fetus <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">and the scars of the lashes, that the system laid down <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">upon their conscious <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">I was raised by tv watchin' <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">radio doggin', daily news lovin' <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">church going, hot dog eatin', <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">patrons of education, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">patrons of work, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">patrons of dying your greys, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">Americans who held the government as truth <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">lovely day to walk in the crack park, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">what-a-wonderful-world in the city of brotherly hate, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">business embracing, machine chasin' <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">money torn, convenience worn <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">overworked, underpaid <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">smokin' drinkin' under the table, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">self proclaimed democrats <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">who never understood why i didn't <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">enjoy the scams they called travel and vacation, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">supermarkets, and school, work and money. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">I was raised as a project <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">by a couple who tried their best to raise me <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">in a world unfit to raise children. <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;">**Artists Statement**: My poetry show how I secretly hate everything, it rhymes yet is dark, it's satirical and angsty. The style changes through the required format's obviously, but it's crafted to deliver a message to influence the reader. <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;">**Alice Walker Poetry** <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;"> > Gray > I have a friend

> who is turning gray,

> not just her hair,

> and I do not know

> why this is so. > Is it a lack of vitamin E

> pantothenic acid, or B-12?

> Or is it from being frantic

> and alone? > 'How long does it take you to love someone?'

> I ask her.

> 'A hot second,' she replies.

> 'And how long do you love them?'

> 'Oh, anywhere up to several months.'

> 'And how long does it take you

> to get over loving them?'

> 'Three weeks,' she said, 'tops.' > Did I mention I am also

> turning gray?

> It is because I *adore* this woman

> who thinks of love

> in this way. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I Said to Poetry I said to Poetry:"I'm finished

with you."

Having to almost die

before some wierd light

comes creeping through

is no fun.

"No thank you, Creation,

no muse need apply.

Im out for good times--

at the very least,

some painless convention." Poetry laid back

and played dead

until this morning.

I wasn't sad or anything,

only restless. Poetry said: "You remember

the desert, and how glad you were

that you have an eye

to see it with? You remember

that, if ever so slightly?"

I said: "I didn't hear that.

Besides, it's five o'clock in the a.m.

I'm not getting up

in the dark

to talk to you." Poetry said: "But think about the time

you saw the moon

over that small canyon

that you liked so much better

than the grand one--and how suprised you were

that the moonlight was green

and you still had

one good eye

to see it with Think of that!" "I'll join the church!" I said,

huffily, turning my face to the wall.

"I'll learn how to pray again!" "Let me ask you," said Poetry.

"When you pray, what do you think

you'll see?" Poetry had me. "There's no paper

in this room," I said.

"And that new pen I bought

makes a funny noise." "Bullshit," said Poetry.

"Bullshit," said I. The Old Men Used to Sing The old men used to sing

And lifted a brother

Carefully

Out the door

I used to think they

Were born

Knowing how to

Gently swing

A casket

They shuffled softly

Eyes dry

More awkward

With the flowers

Than with the widow

After they'd put the

Body in

And stood around waiting

In their

Brown suits. <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;">**prompt** <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> The poem adresses poetry, the subject is poetry. And the speaker is Alice Walker.

"I Said to Poetry" by Alice Walker

"I Said to Poetry by Alice Walker is a poem that connects the reader to the mind of a poet and poetry. It turns poetry into a subject, and brings the reader into the relationship of the poet and poetry itself. A dialogue is exchanged between the two. The poet is frustrated with poetry and beings the poem with "I said to Poetry: 'I'm finished with you.'". The rest of the poem divides into part dialogue, and Alice Walker's musing. What Alice Walker is trying to say in this poem, is that poetry being a subject is not only a living being, an external expression of herself. Being it's something she constantly illustrates and creates.She refers to it as her "good eye" . This can be seen in the part where, "Poetry said:' But think about the time you saw the moon over that small canyon that you liked so much better than the grand one-and how suprissed you were that the moonlight was green and you still had one good eye to see it with Think of that!'". I think that "good eye" that poetic eye, is metaphorically speaking her creative soul. And thus-forth, her relationship to poetry is that of need and belonging. The poem achieves being able to engage the reader into the conscience of the poet By using dialogue." This poem uses___(techniques)___in order to__(goal)__." "This poem gives the reader a sense of... "Grey" by Alice Walker

In Alice Walker's "Gray", she explores the symbolism and assumptions behind what is means to be going gray ( as in hair graying), and ties it into a friendly praise poem about herself in old age. The poem is informal, and comprehensive to all ages. The poem is basically a dialogue between herself and a graying woman.It also is her talking about grey hair causes. She asks her questions about how long it takes to love someone, the grey woman answers twice and the last answer is wiser than the first.What's very interesting about Alice Walker's poems is that she perceives many nonhuman things beings, as friends. The trick of her poem, is in the beginning when she starts off talking about a friend that is turning gray, and ends in referring to that person as herself, "Did I mention I am also turning gray? It is because I *adore* this woman who thinks of love this way." I interpret it as Alice Walker starting to enjoy growing older and wiser. And having grey hair does not literally mean you are wiser, or smarter, but people often associate it with wisdom because it is most common in those with old age. And old age in this case is symbolic of wisdom. This poem is airy, and personal. It sews you into the mind of the writer, who you start to believe it was written for.

The poem "The Old Men Used to Sing" by Alice walker, is a poem that describes her onlook of men at who bury the dead. The poem is short, yet written in brief lines that extend it's length, and keep the reader scrolling down. This structure makes the reader internalize and read slowly every small word, it really makes you fall into the setting. From "The Old Men Used to Sing" to "Brown Suits". She also capitalizes every word at the beginning of each line to stress their importance in understanding the poem.It has no rhyme, as are the majority of the poems I have read by her. My deep understanding of the poem, is that people can be more acostumed to death than they are to life, when surrounded by it. I draw this understanding from that fact that in the beginning it says " <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">I used to think they Were born Knowing how to Gently swing A casket They shuffled softly Eyes dry More awkward With the flowers Than with the widow ", I think this is where she is trying to explain how those who has grown used to death being the old men, were more comfortable with it, because they were more awkward with the flowers, which represents living beings.