Keanu+Farrow



In this unit, my English teacher Ms. Pahomov, allowed us to create individual poems influencing different styles. These styles included figuartive language, writing poetry using a distinct rhyme scheme, freestyle poetry, and Iambic Pentameters. Over the course of this unit you will see poems recently entered by me and some poetry from recognizable poets. These poets will not be your average writers such as Langston Hughes, Robert Frost, or Emily Dickinson. Every entry will have something different based on how I feel. Nevertheless, the skills shown on this page will document my progress in poetry (almost like a poetic diary) so please with all respect sit back and join me on the journey of poetry -Keanu Farrow aka. EVO
 * __OVERVIEW: __**

"Poetry is the doorway to the soul." -Floria "Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us." - Unknown
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Emotional trauma Overflowing my mind and body Backed up from years of holding it in Not talking to anyone And now look at me Sad on the happiest days It’s like feeling pain when no physical damage has been done And all of this is because of mixed feelings Feelings that have no explanation They just appear Challenging the way I live life **D** is the starting point of this terrible damnation To where I suffer living this life as if my burning temptations are engulfed in the fiery pits of hell **E** that circles the evil of the pain I have felt day by day, night by night, month by month and so on and so forth, seeking an exit before me, but impossible to leave **P** for pain the aching feeling in your heart when it feels as if someone manipulating your heart suddenly rips it in half. Toying with your soul like a puppet master plays with his toys. **R** Recovery, rehabilitation, sounds right at the moment, but even if I go who’s to say it won’t make matters worse. **E** essence of the matter where I must decide to give up or keep moving. That same time where an immovable object meets an unstoppable force. Essence of the matter where disaster happens and makes problems worse //THE ANGEL OF DARKNESS HAS SUBDUED AND CONTAINED ME THROUGH EMOTIONS!// Double **S** slithery serpent representing temptation seeping into the depths of the mind urging me to give up, stop the madness stop living this uneventful existence And **I**, I for just me, me being stuck in the middle of this process of sadness, this unimaginable violation of pain. When will I find happiness? Is it coming soon? **O** for over as if I have gotten over this feeling to where I have people to give me hope, but as I enter the depths of forgiveness and begin to trust the final letter appears in the mist of blood shed upon those who have left me and that is **N** for nevermore the same nevermore to stop my proceedings the way as if running towards the finish line and someone trips you falling far into the abyss not being able to come out this oppression. And guess what the words jumbled up and briefly explained describes who I am, what I suffer from. D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-O-N seeking no hope to overcome this feeling for eternity. But suddenly the angel of darkness dispels from the shroud it hides in. Dissipating the chains that held me from its grasp. Once thought to be unbreakable has been broken. Admiring the spirits that have been lifted from his reign. The emotion turns into sorrow as if my soul has been purged, cleansing the black flames poisoning the organ. One by one the words disappear and transform into happiness as now I have that purpose to never give up. The will of fire has been passed on it will burn strong forever. I must thank the ones who stood by me through the toughest days. Walking through the tar of sadness trying to find happiness. Their perseverance and help has turned the hate into love, sadness into happiness, and finally death into life.
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March, 14 2011 Coming out of Retirement Sonnet #1

Lights flicker on as I head to my desk Dust off the mic for it has been too long Step back in all to get it off my chest It's now time to create another song Sit at the table and stare at the sheet Writing some lyrics and having them flow Quit and saw the bitter terse of defeat Now I return to see how it will go Explode lyrical sentences on it Anticipating flow as I write words Inch closer to finishing the first bit Ideas flutter on the page like some birds First verse is done, but there is more to come The life of an artist is where I'm from

Mar.15th, 2011


 * __I WAS RAISED BY-__**

I was raised by Soul food aroma Filling the kitchen Seeping upstairs Whirling past the nostrils Awaiting the chrome and iron skillets Clash upon each other BANG BANG BANG "Cum n git it" Type of person

A mocha cream coffee complexion Redbone with ash brown lock of hair Flowing from her head to her back The attitude of the "Don't cross me" towards enemies And "The More the Merrier" towards friends. The one to expect calls from the son they will be late The one to say "Call or Else" But in the end she's the one to nag you only to protect the ones she loves. Type of person

The lighter complexion from the noble Norwegian family "Christiansen" Where "Listen to Your Elders" was the constant wisdom filled saying that burned a hole into my brain. Suffering from surgery after surgery Pain from arthritis But, coming home with a smile on her face and the " I Ain't Dead Yet so Imma Keep Kicking." look The type of kind-hearted individual to where every morning on my trek to school I'm stopped to "Where's you keys, wallet, and phone?" Followed by, "Here's 5 bucks to go to the store." Type of person

The thin silver strands of follicles Running from her head Pale white skin covering head to toe The one who took us in when all turned bad When questions arose where to sleep where to eat and what to wear Only knowing my caregivers through work for 3 years and opened her heart and home to us The selfless person who cared for others and took us in Making sure we were okay The sole person who brought us together That type of person

I WAS RAISED BY MANY

Serenity tested day in a day out Where peace and love- Clash with hate and misery Trust turns black Blacker than coal in a mine Hoping to making jewelry because- Happiness is as precious as diamonds
 * Military Life:**

The little kid happy everyday Wonderful life and friends Nothing could’ve gone wrong- Till the Diete of Misery rains his black mist- Upon his soul Darkening his life Scarring Twisting Spiraling into an everlasting conundrum

Coming in from school to- “Honey there’s someone on Skype” Sit at the table and get handed a laptop Screen shines to reveal Coffee Mocha colored brown skin Buzz cut down and dog tags around Stained white shirt with sand and all Camouflage pants Black and scuffed boots His eyes light up and say “Is that really you…. Dad?” “Yea man-man how’s it going”

The two talk for many minutes Catching up on different things When he says “I’ll be home for the holidays. 3 months will be my last days So keep your mom safe until then” “Ok daddy I’ll see you then.” Follows by with a salute and motto “He who dares wins” Sign off

Little does the kid know that visit won’t arrive? Because at that very moment in the desert You hear gunshots in the distance Mist of blood Gunpowder filling the air like a black rain Sounds picking up the tempo Rat-A-Tat-A-Tatta Clip after clip fired Dropped Reloaded Ready for more In the midst of an ambush Bloodbath No one survives

The child hears nothing from his dad the next day Nor the next The day after Nothing The tv flickers on The news reporters’ solemn attitude “Reports claim as an ambush took place in the middle east No survivors” They read the names off The little boy’s hands clinch up Squeezing vigorously 26 dead, his father amongst them Humanity has brought him to insanity As he drops to the ground Clinching his fists Tears swelling up But he cannot cry Devastation His emotions shut off Lock his brain up Hoping to never be opened again

His mom walks in Sees the news report on She weeps He doesn’t His emotions don’t allow him to He sits in front of the TV Blank face Almost dead too Hoping THIS ISN’T TRUE.

RECOGNIZABLE POETS: This section will be for poets that will be added to the page. Their poems and my analyzation will be given on this page. See you soon Keanu Farrow- AKA. EVO

code Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,— Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging— Swinging the nest where her little one lies.
 * **Japanese Lullaby** ||||  ||
 * by Eugene Field ||

Away out yonder I see a star,— Silvery star with a tinkling song; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling— Calling and tinkling the night along.

In through the window a moonbeam comes,— Little gold moonbeam with misty wings; All silently creeping, it asks, "Is he sleeping— Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings?"

Up from the sea there floats the sob Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore, As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning— Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more.

But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,— Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes; Am I not singing?—see, I am swinging— Swinging the nest where my darling lies. code || code Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish  That live in this beautiful sea;   Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
 * **Wynken, Blynken, and Nod** ||||  ||
 * by Eugene Field ||

The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew; The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—  Never afraid are we!" So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam,— Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home: 'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:— Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

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 Side by side on the table sat;  'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)  Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!  The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate  Appeared to know as sure as fate  There was going to be a terrible spat.  (//I was n't there; I simply state//  //What was told to me by the Chinese plate!//) The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!"  And the calico cat replied "Mee-ow!"  The air was littered, an hour or so, <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> With bits of gingham and calico, <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Up with its hands before its face, <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> For it always dreaded a family row! <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> (//Now mind: I'm only telling you// <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> //What the old Dutch clock declares is true!//) <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The Chinese plate looked very blue, <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> And wailed, "Oh, dear! what shall we do!" <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> But the gingham dog and the calico cat <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Wallowed this way and tumbled that, <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Employing every tooth and claw <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> In the awfullest way you ever saw— <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> And, oh! how the gingham and calico flew! <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> (//Don't fancy I exaggerate—// <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> //I got my news from the Chinese plate!//) <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Next morning, where the two had sat <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> They found no trace of dog or cat; <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> And some folks think unto this day <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> That burglars stole that pair away! <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> But the truth about the cat and pup <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Is this: they ate each other up! <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Now what do you really think of that! <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> (//The old Dutch clock it told me so,// <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> //And that is how I came to know.//) ||  ||   ||
 * **The Duel** ||||  ||||   ||
 * by Eugene Field ||
 * <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The gingham dog and the calico cat
 * <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The gingham dog and the calico cat


 * Close Analysis_Eugene Fields_3.17.2011-3.24.2011:**

Keanu Farrow March 22nd, 2011 English 10th:

Eugene Field, the creator of the vast amounts of the following poems, combines various styles that have been taught in my English class. The styles included are refrain figurative language, repetition, imagery, rhyme scheme, and symbolism. His poem, “Japanese Lullaby”, is a poem where a mother pigeon is trying to have her little child fall fast asleep. This poem seeks to soothe and connect the reader/listener through the different types of figurative language, symbolism, and repetition. In “Japanese Lullaby”, he sets up his whole poem with a rhyme scheme of“A, B, A, B, C, D etc.” “Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings, — Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging—Swinging the nest where her little one lies.” (Stanza 1, Lines 1-4) The first lines display a great example of his rhyme scheme. As the poem goes on the first end word will rhyme with the last end word of the following line. “Wings” and “Eyes” do not rhyme, but their counterparts from the following lines are “Swinging” and “Lies” which do rhyme to keep the flow on point. This repeats throughout the whole poem. Field uses figurative language as well in his poem. “Little gold moonbeam with misty wings; All silently creeping, it asks, "Is he sleeping—Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings?" (Stanza 2, lines 1-5) This is the use of personification, the process of giving inanimate objects humanlike qualities. The moon does not have misty wings and doesn’t creep, but the reader/listener could possibly guess this moon was hiding behind some misty clouds, beaming a stream of light on the little pigeon. This also falls in the category of the author’s use of imagery. Throughout the poem and especially in the line stated before, he describes different objects vividly. The moon, which was “Golden”. “Misty”, etc. As the poem starts there is a sentence that repeats in the beginning and ends with the same meaning. This is called the refrain. “Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings, — Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging—Swinging the nest where her little one lies.” (Stanza 1, Lines 1-4). This starts out the poem and ends with the same meaning, but a slightly altered sentence structure. Nevertheless, this the refrain because after the author describes the whole poem to the reader/listener, the poem then brings back the same ideas, as started and connects them to the last few lines of the poem. The reader can think of how the moon would look like based on the author’s description.As the poem comes to a close the reader/listener could grasp the meaning of the poem. That is the author’s use of symbolism. As poetry could have one or more meanings, this poem shows how a mother is trying to have her child get to sleep. A person could connect this to when they were younger as well, as they too have had their parent(s), stay by them and help them fall asleep.

Eugene Field showed a combination of the different styles used in poetry in one poem. His symbolism, repetition, imagery, figurative language, etc. are all brilliantly focused upon when allowing someone to read or listen to his work. His poem “Japanese Lullaby”, displayed a wonderful meaning and offered to soothe the reader while entertaining them. His work is greatly appreciated and is a wonderful addition to the Academy of American Poets.

Close Analyzation #2: Keanu Farrow March 22nd, 2011 English 10th:

In the previous work of art, Eugene Field, the creator of the poem “Japanese Lullaby”, vibrantly described the poem as he combined multiple elements of figurative language, repetition, etc. in one serene poem. In another one of his poems, Field adds new elements into his poems to keep the reader/listener focused with the poem and keeps the remaining elements used in the previous poem in the new story. The two new elements combined in his poem “The Duel” are enjambments, line breaks in the poem to slow the reader/listener, and flow, the rhythm of a poem to allow the reader/listener to hear and feel. His poem, “The Duel”, seeks to connect the reader/listener and have him/her understand the various meanings of the poem throughout its symbolism, enjambments, and flow. Throughout the poem, you see a dog and a cat, “supposedly enemies” staring at each other with unease, almost as if they didn’t trust one another. Their position was if the slightest thing happened, they would attack each other. In the beginning of the poem it does happen to show them as humble guardians of the house corrupted by false information. This information soon turned them into enemies. “I was n't there; I simply state- What was told to me by the Chinese plate! (Line 8) This was the author’s use of symbolism as said before, the beginning of the poem could’ve meant that the dog and cat were guardians of the house, until something turned them into enemies. The lines have breaks in between them and then start on the next line. These are called enjambments. They help the reader slow down in a poem and then start at the next line. In the poem, the author uses many of these line breaks and thus produces a way to calm the reader down to actually understand the symbolism used in the poem. “Don't fancy I exaggerate—I got my news from the Chinese plate!” (Line 25) Field used many of the styles learned in my English class. His styles used such as enjambments, symbolism etc have all greatly been expressed throughout his poem. His work of art, “The Duel is a fine example of poetry in the Academy of American Poets.

Close Analyzation #3: Keanu Farrow March 24th, 2011 English 10th:

In the previous poems, written by Eugene Field, he used elements of figurative language, enjambments, symbolism, rhyme scheme etc. and combined them all into one poem. In “Japanese Lullaby,” the purpose was to have its styles’ calm the reader and enter a state of serenity while also allowing the reader/listener to have an idea of what the poem could mean. In “The Duel”, the use of the styles such as rhyme scheme, flow, enjambments, etc. vibrantly described the poems characters to the reader/listener and allowed them to grasp the meaning of the piece easily. In “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod”, Field uses a new type of element that rarely anyone uses in poetry. This poems purpose is to use the elements from the previous poems and combined a new element to entertain the readers/listeners and allow them to understand the meaning easily with the use of his symbolism. Field uses a new type of element in poetry that rarely anybody uses. This element along side with the rhyme scheme, personification, and repetition all blend in with this element very nicely and create an even more enjoying poem. Character transformation is the term. This is where the character indeed transforms from its original self, to a new form. In the poem, the characters Wynken, Blynken, and Nod were fishermen who set out on a journey. By the end of the poem they undergo a transformation that turns them into body parts. “Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head.” (Stanza 4 Lines 1-2). Their transformation embarks a new element of the poetry because as you saw in the previous poems, there hasn’t been an element so unique to enhance ones poetry. Field also uses not only character transformation, but personification, repetition, and a rhyme scheme. In his poem the three fishermen set out on a journey. During their travels by boat, they come across the moon that sets up the personification trait. “The old moon laughed and sang a song,” (Stanza 2 Line 1) As the moon can’t laugh nor sing a song the author gave it the possibility of these human like natures. The repetition in this poem is pretty simple, as in every stanza you will find the names of the three characters after an action such as “Said”, “Cried”, etc. The repetitive sounds from the poem allow the reader to understand what might happen to these characters rather than wondering who is saying what in the poem. Field uses many elements in his poems and one by one he increases the amount of elements used in each poem and combines them to vividly express his way of writing to the reader/listener. His works with the rhyme scheme are the gateway to the reader/listener’s understanding of the poem. His work is truly admired and is great poet to look up in the American Poets Academy.

ABOUT ME:

Welcome to my page. I placed this at the bottom for a reason, because i wanted you to know who I was after you've seen my work. My name is Keanu Farrow. I am currently a Sophomore in Science Leadership Academy. I don't know how to put it, but I secretly like poetry. I was never really good at it unless burst of inspiration came to me. But a few years ago i became a musician. I studied Rap, Hip-Hop and R&B. I wasn't that god since I didn't technically have a teacher and thus all of my "songs"/"poetry" was all about me which wasn't settling right with my peers or family. In the event I ended up retiring poetry. Thinking I wasn't going to come out of retirement, I changed my mind when I met my mentor Winston Wright, a fellow sophomore at my school. He's been rapping for a long time and he passed some of his experience to me by showing me the different ways poetry could be expressed through song without the use of mainstream gimmicks to gain a positive feedback. On top of that my closest friend, Christian Fichera, taught me how to flow with the beat so that way when I do poetry I don't have bits missing and having it sound like I forced the rhymes in. Coming back into Poetry and music making was tough because I had to study how to do poetry before I could even write songs. That's when my current english teach came in. Ms. Pahomov showed me how to actually make poetic sounds whilst using different styles that will be shown throughout the page. Rhymes, refrain, and repetition are a few constant styles that I use and I hope with the help that i have gotten over these past few months i can be a great song writer and poet. Better than I was before and better than I am now.

So with all do respect, please have fun viewing this page. as more will come soon. -Keanu aka. EVO