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"Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..." Ode to Ice cream( i made art but i can't figure out how to add it to the wiki)

All kinds and types So many choices Flavors galore

But where would ice cream be without custard What about sherbet Or maybe even flan.

The world is filled with flavors and types of creamy goodness Soft served, in a cone, with sprinkles Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla

What flavor is better? I personally think vanilla But why pick Ice cream can get along Napoleon a mixture of vanilla chocolate and strawberry Perfect unison Now if only the world was like ice cream

Praise poem The smart teacher

I once had a teacher that saw things A teacher that indeed knew things. Pi =3.14 and you may say that’s not poetry You’d be wrong, very wrong.

My teacher knew things indeed All subjects are related. The math of a poem The science of history.

Now go ahead Try to tell me its not. Pi is a poem. As is life My teacher, she knew this

Oh how I miss her wisdom She never made us follow a rubric Nor did we have guide lines Follow your own path she would say

Now I pass this wisdom. Everything is everything Always and never nothing. The truth is never true

Loving leads to hate Peace goes to war And ice cream can be breakfast If only for a day.

So remember nothing is sure Except maybe that. Life Is beautiful But maybe its not.

Now the question is what is not?

God Bless Americas people riff poem UNITED IN OUR SORROW,   AS WE BOW OUR HEADS TO PRAY,   GOD BLESS THE GRIEVING MASSES, GOD BLESS THE U.S.A.

We all face troubles and we are all different but we fight as one Our hearts ace for the brave men who die Their sacrifice weighs a ton

But fear not be brave hold your head high We are Americans, we are free today Race, religion and differences its all a lie

When faced with a common goal, we got each others back We will stand guard and fight for what’s right Now line up and prepare for the next attack

Terrorist beware your game is through Cause now you have to answer to AMERICA

UNITED IN OUR SORROW,   AS WE BOW OUR HEADS TO PRAY,   GOD BLESS THE GRIEVING MASSES, GOD BLESS THE U.S.A.

Original text taken from [] By CHRIS WOOLNOUGH My sonnet

What Dreams my dreams so sweet and wired But some forgotten and lost in times curse If only there where such a thing, dream nurse. But no, fate is cruel death and loss. Its like Being stuck in a falling elevator Going down and you can’t help stop it. Maybe there is good to it, but it lies In secret. Non existent to most people But for few its seen. A hope for the fallen Remember your dreams and write them down For dreams have only one purpose in life No on knows but im sure we will find out. If none of this makes you see then move on Forget it all and it will pass at last

My poem statement: My poetry may seem a bit odd and may not even seem like poetry to some or may not seem like very creative work. The thing is I don’t care. I strongly believe that anything you see or hear is poetry. Life is one big poem. The sad and the good. Overall I wrote about things I believe in strongly sometimes I just wrote about random things. I also think that there are people blind in this world that can not see such things as the poetry in life. Maybe I am being a hypocrite cause I admit sometimes its hard but some people don’t even try. Even this statement that I am writing right now is a poem. There is no such thing as a proper poem. I used my believes to express my self and use poetry to show people. Unfortunately I had to use some specific forms of poetry luckily Mr. Block gave us much freedom. I hope that this short statement can make you understand a little bit more about my odd sort of poetry.

Three poem analysis Call Me Ishmael by Jackson Mac Low

Circulation. And long long Mind every Interest Some how mind and every long

Coffin about little little Money especially I shore, having money about especially little

Cato a little little Me extreme I sail have me an extreme little

Cherish and left, left, Myself extremest It see hypos myself and extremest left,

City a land. Land. Mouth; east, Is spleen, hand mouth; an east, land. Insect Assassins by Jackson Mac Low

Injects no survive. Efforts control the Animal survive. Survive. Animal survive. Survive. Injects no survive.

In nasty spitting eye cost. This Assassin spitting spitting assassin spitting spitting in nasty spitting

Insectivorous nutriment species encounter Charles to Are species species are species species insectivorous nutriment species

Into notoriety. Sweeping eastern capture testimony As sweeping sweeping as sweeping sweeping into notoriety. Sweeping

Interest nervous succumb easily: composed tube Adhesive succumb succumb adhesive succumb succumb interest nervous succumb

It near spider East closes thorax. And spider spider and spider spider it near spider

Its needle. Specialized enlarged? Cutting tough A specialized specialized a specialized specialized its needle. Specialized

Is nontoxic secretion extremely contains that Assassin-bug secretion secretion assassin-bug secretion secretion is nontoxic secretion

I needle-like snake. Enzymes compound TENDON ANCHORING snake, snake, ANCHORING snake, snake, I needle-like snake,

INLET not significant, effect cockroach. Thus About significant, significant, about significant, significant, INLET not significant,

Insect "natural" surround enzyme constituents time After surround surround after surround surround insect "natural" surround

Internal nerve. Sucks especially contents through. Against sucks sucks. Against sucks sucks. Internal nerve. Sucks

Immediate now share extinguishing controlling them. Arises: share share arises: share share immediate now share

Insecticide? Needs. Sap; episode. Cimicidae thoroughly Attributed sap; sap; attributed sap; sap; insecticide? Needs. Sap;

Insects numbing seconds. Each channels. They. Accordingly seconds. Seconds. Accordingly seconds. Seconds. Insects numbing seconds. Twenties 26 by Jackson Mac Low

Undergone swamp ticket relative whist natural sweep innate bicker flight notion reach out tinsel reckoning bit straddle iniquitous ramble stung

Famous furniture instant paschal passionate Runnymede licorice feature departure frequency gnash lance sweat lodge rampart crow

Neck Bedlam philosophaster rain drape lack fragile limitation bitartrate fence lenghen tinge impinge classed Fenster planetary knocked market

Glass killjoy vanity infanta part song king cleanse vast chromium watch it neat intense yellow cholera ornithology insistence pantry

Torque normal fax center globe host yammer ratchet zinc memory yield texture tenure Penelope reed liter risible stashed incomprehension

Jackson, Mac, Low is definitely a n extraordinary poet. You can look at just one of these poems and understand why I say this. Because at first glance you are extremely confused. He has a strange writing style indeed. Just look at the first poem in the list “call me Ishmael”. At first glance I had no idea what this poem was about. Then I thought about it and I figured if I really tried to find out specifically what it was about id be a hypocrite. I tried to look into it without getting frustrated. Everything I did not understand I tried to pick apart in my own way. I think this poem is about ,In an extremely broad statement, how the world is a horrible place with many bad things and people that are going on not only in some areas but everywhere. I say this because the poet writer is from Chicago so growing up he is way better off then most places but he ended up writing poetry anyway about this kind of thing. Why? Maybe something in his childhood I don’t know but he makes one thing clear. The world is messed up. In fact not once of his poems seem to talk about anything good. I like his style but not his negativity you can see this in all his poems. Its sad really. His poems are particularly hard to figure out but maybe he does this for a reason. One thing I thought of when reading these strange poems is how sometimes its hard to express how you truly feel maybe he is trying to keep his feelings in as much as possible but still try and feel some relief by sharing his thoughts in an unclear way.