Sanders,Michael

Poetry is the doorway to the soul __//**- Flouria**//__

__//**Her -Ode **//__

She gets me through the mornings When I'm in Desperate despair All I need is her swagger that gets the dark magic Stabed by a dagger.

Mike's a fool. and Does mistakes But her insperation. Gives Mike life and energy. and For next time. Shows the whole world you'll see.

Mike's red pump sees someone. Like Juliet. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The pump works harder and harder. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But is always afraid and scared. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and thinks that the goal gets farther..

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Her hand of guideness <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">gives me strength to walk through <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The endless woods. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">She gives the pump the power. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To say Hey I know I could.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There's no secrect <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That she gets annoy at me. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Like Angela being annoyed. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">of Mike Vinny and Pauly D.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But no matter rain or snow or sleet or hail. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">or a simple slap on a butt. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I know that she is always there for Mike <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And Mike is there for her. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And thats what I like

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am a freak in fool who makes mis takes. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't know why the lord gave me this curse. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The peo ple in my life think I am fake. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Oh ba by this could not get an y worse. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I walk to school know ing that things get bad. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The peo ple stare at my ho rren dous face. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The face is ug ly like a li ly pad. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> And the kids think my head is not know ledged base. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> They make fun of me like I am low rank. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> But theres on ly one thats not on my list. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I kind of like her but she is a prank. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I asked her out and she gave me a fist. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> She sat and laughed at my un ples ant pain. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> But I don't care I' mov ing to the plains.
 * //__<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">My life Sucks <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-Sonnet __//**

__//**<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">I was raised by. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-Raised By **//__

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I was raised by <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> my cake baking <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Butt spanking <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and down right <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Love hating <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "Michael don't eat my cheesesteak kind of girl" <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Kind of person.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Some gray hair <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> old and wrinkle <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> But as strong <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> as bull <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> With a Tyro Banks <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Fashon sense. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "Michael pull up those pants <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> you look like a hoodlem" <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Kind of person.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Some Best darn <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Soft powder <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> cake of cheese. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Some best darn <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Taste of the heavens. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "Boy stop eating all my cake"

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Some best Bark loving <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Mutt naming <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> protecter hugging and <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Dog snuggling <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> (Michael walk the dog) <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Kind of person.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I was raised by the <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sweet talking <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and Voice yelling <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But most Loving <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(Michael Shawn I love you) <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kind of person

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I was Raised by my grandparents


 * //__<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">This Poem __//** __//**<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-Free Poem **//__

Hey Poetry is hard. Harder then learning to drive. Harder then a tree wanting to fly. Harder then just life itself.

I don't understand why She can do imagery why he can do anything. and why I can do not a darn thing.

It is really hard It's hard to understand how That she can write her mind out While mines gets a Blanked

All of a sudden I see the magical light The lady that shined it all. The lady that told me all.

That ideas are from not the place thats for learning not the place thats for thinking But the place thats for pumping

As the seed bloomed into a sunflower. I've gained the art That it took.

To write This Poem.

__**//My Statement//**__

I think that the way I do poetry is I just write the first thing that comes from my heart. I am not really inspired to do poetry. But I still somewhat enjoy it. I really don't use much grammar. I barely use grammar in real life so poetry is easier for me to express myself the way I want to say it. I try to make sure mine lines really flow and have a beat. Mine line breaks happy almost everytime. I guess it's because I have so much stuff to say and I want to say it in 1 sentence. So my poems is from my heart and I write what my heart wants me to write. What was really challenging for me though is that when I had to rhyme like the sonnet. I would have to use a website called rhymezone.com to find a rhyme for a certain word. It is harder for me to do poetry without rhymes then with rhymes.

__//**<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Donald Hall **//__

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He was a poet. He has written many poems and 1 of them was for his wife who died of Leikemia. Mr. Hall was born New Heaven Connecticut 1928. He attend Phillps Exeter Academy and received many awards on his poetry.


 * <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">An old Life **

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Snow fell in the night. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> mounded softness where <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I broomed snow off the car <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and drove to the Kearsarge Mini-Mart <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> before Amy opened <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> to yank my Globe out of the bundle. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Back, I set my cup of coffee <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> beside Jane, still half-asleep, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> murmuring stuporous <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> thanks in the aquamarine morning. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Then I sat in my blue chair <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> with blueberry bagels and strong <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> black coffee reading news, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> the obits, the comics, and the sports. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Carrying my cup twenty feet, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I sat myself at the desk <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> for this day's lifelong <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> engagement with the one task and desire.

The poet Donald Hall is showing what he does in a snowing winter day. The quote imagery of to a bluish mounded softness. It gives the emotion of calm and it kind of gives the reader the chills. The imagery explains really the setting of a snowy day without saying there is snow on the ground. There is also another imagery when said the aquamarine morning, which just tell the reader that it is wet. The last line, which says I sat myself at the desk for this day's lifelong engagement with the one task and desire, shows that the environment is just chilled and laded back. The tone is kind of laded back to. There’s no stress, no work, no deaths. The word cup of coffee gives a chill image to. The poet is just sipping on and no complaining or frustration about the coffee. The enjambments give the poem a pause. The pauses are for breaks, which would give the reader time to image the imagery or direct verbalization that goes on during a snowing day. There is kind of a rhythm of 5,10,6,9 or 7,8. Every 2 lines equals 15 syllables. The poet wanted to secretly include this because that would keep the reader calm and read along to the poem.


 * <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Name of the Horses **

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> sledges of cordwood for drying through spring and summer, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> for the Glenwood stove next winter, and for the simmering range.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> In April you pulled cartloads of manure to spread on the fields, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> dark manure of Holsteins, and knobs of your own clustered with oats. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> All summer you mowed the grass in meadow and hayfield, the mowing machine <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> clacketing beside you, while the sun walked high in the morning;

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and after noon's heat, you pulled a clawed rake through the same acres, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> gathering stacks, and dragged the wagon from stack to stack, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and the built hayrack back, uphill to the chaffy barn, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> three loads of hay a day from standing grass in the morning.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Sundays you trotted the two miles to church with the light load <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> a leather quartertop buggy, and grazed in the sound of hymns. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Generation on generation, your neck rubbed the windowsill <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> of the stall, smoothing the wood as the sea smooths glass.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> When you were old and lame, when your shoulders hurt bending to graze, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> one October the man, who fed you and kept you, and harnessed you every morning, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> led you through corn stubble to sandy ground above Eagle Pond, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and dug a hole beside you where you stood shuddering in your skin,

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and lay the shotgun's muzzle in the boneless hollow behind your ear, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and fired the slug into your brain, and felled you into your grave, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> shoveling sand to cover you, setting goldenrod upright above you, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> where by next summer a dent in the ground made your monument.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> For a hundred and fifty years, in the Pasture of dead horses, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of your ribs, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> yellow blossoms flourished above you in autumn, and in winter <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> frost heaved your bones in the ground - old toilers, soil makers:

This poem shows how much Donald Hall appreciates me, me being a horse. In the first stanza it says " All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steer hide over the ash hames, to haul." This shows that his horse has a lot of jobs through all of the seasons. He also appreciates how hard the hoarse works everyday. The poem shows many imagery that gives the tone happiness and then tragedy. By the imagery of sun walked high in the morning expresses that everyday would also be happy because he loved the beloved horse. That when the sunrises up there is another happy day. All of a sudden the tone just hits rock bottom. It becomes sad by the quote of where by next summer a dent in the ground made your monument. It would instantly tell that the poet is really upset and misses the horse. There is no rhyme scheme, which gives the poem more freedom to write what ever. But the poem still includes line enjambments. It gives the poem more rhythm and flow. The rhythm shows the love and appreciation until the end. The poet also made the enjambments too show the reader a slight image in there heads to see how much loves his horses.


 * <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">White Apples. **

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">when my father had been dead a week <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I woke <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> with his voice in my ear <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I sat up in bed

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and held my breath <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and stared at the pale closed door

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> white apples and the taste of stone

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> if he called again <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I would put on my coat and galoshes

The poem shows the reader images of him wishing to be with his father. "and stared at the closed door" The quote shows the reader that he wishes his father could be back. The imagery shows the reader a picture of the plan white door and nothing is happen. The nothingness shows the reader that he might be use to the father coming through that door. Donald Hall was trying to show the memories of his childhood. Also that something sweet can just disappear just like that. Later down the poem the quote "I would put on my coat and galoshes" shows that if he hears the father again he would put on his coat and go through the door. Which shows that he would wish he could be with his father again. It makes the reader feels sad and sorry for the poet. The poem has no set of rhythm but has many line enjambments. The line enjambments, gives the poem like a break. Each break would become a new images of us a bed thinking about the father or anyone who passed that is missed.