Modeling

Steely Silence
If a man calls himself a poet
(and many do)
he is expected to charm you
with his speech
Yet the time for speaking
Is best
A formal time
And speech best
When prepared / for a purpose.
Dinner time is for eating
And afternoon for reading.
Night for sleep and love.
Most talk is simple communication
“Pass the butter”
“How do you get to the post office”
“What is your name”
Yet talk is often created
Where none need be.

Forgive me
I have no light conversation.
Forgive me
I have no literary or witty remarks.
My nature is dark
I am heavy to walk with
And silent in the company of friends.
I am limited to the subjects
Most people discuss.
My tongue is my weapon
I only use it
In moments of danger.
Forgive me then, for my silence

It is a sign of trust.

By: Diane Wakoski

Everyone’s Con

You know the way around
The grinding footsteps you must make
On the earth’s solid surface
Either way you go
The difficulty is still intense
It may convey the impression of simplicity
And what the fact is about the truth
Your soul is truly charming
Yet is shaded by the dark tree of vitality
As you try to make it sunny
A delirious mask hides the true affections
Because it makes the way too difficult
Without it
Without you

And I’m here
I won’t leave and abandoned
the alone
Only if their yearning
is to be just that
I will be there though
standing in knowing
that is not what is craved
that another mind is what
the heart beats for

A Lost Way

I am lost in the dark river of thought
I am lost in a deep dungeon of hell
I am lost throughout the spirals of tears
I am lost in the footsteps that lead to nowhere
I am lost in the echo of your voice
I am lost in the burning raindrops that fall on my skin
I am completley lost in the way of your stunning eyes
That lie to me

We come to each other
exactly at the center,
the spine of ample fire, and suffer
to be revised.Stay with me.

Weren't we promised
the sheer flame, bright change
so clean even our clothes wouldn't smell of smoke,
not one hair of our heads would be singed?
Yet, just now, didn't the tongues slip
loose and hot about my neck?
Stay close now.

The sound is like a rustling coming from chambers.
someone sifting through thousands
of pages, the histories of rapture,
looking for a happy ending.
he sound is like the sea,
which is very far away.
Are you scared?

There are many things
which are far from us now.
Try to recall a few of them:
the iron in the bath water
that made you taste of rust.
The rabbit screaming in the night,
its innards strewn

on the stoop like prophesy.
Can you hear me? Say something.
Tell me what you remember of our life.
The torn dress you threw away,
a piece of which I rescued and used as a scarf.
Are you still with me? Say something.
Does this hurt very much? Are you here?

Li-Young Lee

The voice of the peom seems to be upset yet calm. It also seems like he doesn't understand why certain things are the way the are so he questions these things. The tone is a bit cynnical towards the subject he is questioning, thats why i feel like the poet is upset. Its like he is thinking of a memory that causes him some pain. Like the line "Tell me what you remember of our life" and the lines "The torn dress you threw away", "a piece of which i rescued and used as a scarf, and "are you still with me? Say something. These lines seem to be a part of a memory. The lines that make him seem upset are "There are many things", "which are far from us now", "the iron in the bathwater", "that made you taste of rust. I think that these lines indicate that he is upset with a certain person that have created memories.

Preformance Poetry (Finding Your Voice) Questions

The taste for perfect passion is winding away
Perfect passion fpr everything
Now coiled around your lurid heart
Is the sly manipulating touch
Still, you can catch breath in a bottle
And keep it hidden with prime skill
Counterclockwise time ticks fast
It meanders down a spine as it takes you by surprise
Your words and condescendence have already dug its path
Why waste your valued time?
Pride is taken in daily doses
And the stinging savour is easily aquired
So stop now the spiraling day
Of what is nothing is actually something

1. The voice of this poem is that of knowing the tricky
skills of words and the effect it can have on someone.

2. The mood that I would express is the mood of being
intellegent and not putting up with peoples' stupid ways
and words and their lack of compassion

3. I would use sly slow movements and then quick
stacotto like movements

4. Being in front of people who have their complete focas on you
makes me pretty nervous for whatever it is
if its just for a few minutes even. This is a different kind of assignment
and it seems very unique and fun.

5. It adds more to the poem. It expresses more about the poem and
brings out the inner feeling and emotion of the poem.

No Need To Worry By Mishka

Could you imagine
Everything's just good
And could you start living
That you're not the only fool

No need, no need to worryJust [???]
No need, no need to worry
Couse you're only in the flow

Could you realize
When you're standing in the greenest feild
Nothing left to desire
All your wounds are healed

No need, no need to worry
Just take it slow
No need, no need to worry[???]

No need, no need to worry
Couse you know, what to know
No need, no need for hurry
Couse you're already in the flow
Yeah you're already in the flow

I feel like this song has a very calming and comforting effect. The words have so much meaning and they make me feel like everything wrong happening or the the things I am unsure of that this song makes everything ok and that there is nothing to worry about at all. The way it all goes together, I find very beautiful. It makes me feel completley at peace with my being and others as well. Its just so soothing that i think it could make any atmosphere harmonious. This is the kind of song that I could wake up to and fall asleep to.

slithering

The taste for perfect passion is winding away

Perfect passion for everything

Now coiled around your lurid heart

Is the sly manipulating touch

Still you can catch breath in a bottle

And keep it hidden with prime skill

Counterclockwise time ticks fast

It meanders down a spine as it takes you by surprise

Your words and have already dug its path

Why waste your valued time?

Pride is taken in daily doses

And the stinging savour is easily aquired

So stop now the spiraling day

Of what is nothing is actually something

Trick of Thought

The bruise is bruised and with a dark purple vein
All is well though, out the window, looking away
And luck is ticking quite well with the number five
Soon the streets will dance quietly under the sun
So your divine complement will be sealed with a cap
And your altered vision will definitely clash

Beautiful waves of tears and the color of eyes extremely clash
They fall slowly through the pathways of veins
The hungry waves are now fed the bottle and the cap
Through the blue fog and the dense air it goes away
Now the dark purple clouds starts to show sun
And now a single slogan is said for the next five

Everything is stitched up as words are said one two three four five
In the collage of mind things that make sense clash
And the warmth of the day is relished by the sun
Throughout the thousand ways they fall and awaken veins
Conscious morals of the lucky ones slowly slip away
The lies and the truth are sealed forever with a cap

The tangled ties of territory are closed with a cap
To be the one you must win five
Hazy days are gone through and away
Those with perfect class never clash
A broken arm dangles freely with a blue vein
And the bloomed flower falls over under the decaying sun

Colors bleed from the changing sun
I'm starting to feel light and dizzy before the spinning cap
Look down and see your foot on the twirling vein
Think now, think hard, think about the master of five
Crash into the wall hard and see the tricky clash
Stop now and everything will go far away

Can't see close up, but there's no problem far away
Just get lost in the zone of the fiber octive sun
And watch all the shades mixed together and clash
Sit down and focas, and take off the cap
Forget the rest of everything for the next five
And rest your brain on my one last vein

Falling Waves

When the sky cries
It speacks a million words
And the sound
Is absolute melody
Its amazing way is simply beautiful
The misty light creates extraordinary waves
Of beauty and elegance
You can clearly taste the soul
And blink steadily

Stitches

Such a beautiful representation
Bright as fluresent light with colorful vibes
The way each stitch is perfectly formed
I wonder what the day was like
And the thoughts you had at that moment
It seems to want to speak to you
And take away your crying on the inside
to replace it with good feelings
But it has no words
To make everything ok
Just one look and one smile
With each stitch is a good place
Where everything is ok

I am

I am a passive woman
I am an observant woman
I am a thinking woman
I am a sun woman
I am a soda woman
I am a daring woman
I am a future woman
I am indulgent woman
I am a wild woman
I am a twisted woman
I am an unsure woman
I am a working woman
I am a cautious woman
I am a hopeful woman
I am a colorful woman
I am a loving woman
I am a stressed woman
I am a seeing woman
I am a words woman
I am an alone woman
I am an anarchy woman
I am a different woman
I am a live free woman
I am a green-eyed woman
I am an independent woman
I am a stong woman
I am an uncontrolled woman
I am a simple woman
I am a wallflower woman
I am a peace woman