Justin+Pullins

// "If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know it is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know this poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?" ~ Emily Dickinson //


 * MEMORY POEM **


 * Ivy Leaves**
 * The glitter of the ivy leaves graze across Ivy Leaf, **
 * The buses rung sounds a warm contention, **
 * The school day has begun. **


 * ODE POEM **

Ode. I don't know why you're so ode-worthy. Many poets spent valuable time ode-ing their personal odes. I haven't the slightest clue what to say to you, the ode of all odes.
 * Ode to Odes**

I felt that when I'm ode-ing the ode and the ode ode's, I just oded But when one ode's their odes, they praise it, So where is your recognition, oh fair ode?


 * RIFT POEM **

Buck up or get in the truck I want everyone to be aware that I do know how hard I make it to appreciate me sometimes, says Former Governor Palin. But if you can't take it? Buck up or get in the truck.
 * Sarah Palin Said Whaaat?**

Buck up and get in the truck. Do you think we have to the time, to listen to your problems, So buck up or get in the truck.


 * "I WAS RAISED BY" POEM **

I was raised by classic television, the vintage voices of the '50's,
 * I Love Television**

I was raised by Lucille Ball, the zany, insanely funny redhead,

I was raised by film, from the greatest to the worst,

I was raised by principles and morals, I was raised through spoiling and loose discipline, I was raised by ideals, but more importantly, I was raised by television.


 * SONNET POEM **

Little box of amazing wonder, You are such a dream, Who made you? Such a bolt of strong thunder, Blasting through the scene.
 * Television**

Pictures dance across your face, my buddy, You can do that all day long, my friend, Sound comes through your amazing ears, buddy, We'll be together until the end.

Though one day your time will come, my faithful box, It will be your end, Though for now, please ignore those ticking clocks, My forever faithful friend.

Though you constantly ruin my vision, You will always be my television.




 * Descriptive Poet Study.**
 * My poet is the always insane, ****Amiri Baraka.**

No one can deny that Amiri Baraka is an absolutely insane man who will soon spend the rest of his life in prison after committing some horrible hate crime. However, no one can dispute is enormous talent, unique ability, and unique perspective on life and poetry.

For one, Amiri Baraka has a deadpan honesty to him. As evidence in much of his poetry, he often ignores format in order to speak from the heart. Lines of poetic sound and feeling are often ceased whenever Baraka has an interesting thought he thinks he should share to his readers. One may have many opinions to this, but I believe this is because of his insistence that the audience must never lose themselves in rigid format and rules, and instead use raw honesty to translate into words, which because a poem.

Baraka is also a very personal poet. In his radical political views, often expressed in his poems, his perspective is brought out through past memories and experiences, which fuels his opinions and beliefs. However, the reader is often kept in the dark of this experiences, which leaves us guessing and wondering of his vague references. Constantly throughout his poems, we hear "we's" and "her's", which leaves us always wondering and forever intrigued.

I believe that Amiri Baraka's style is indefinable, yet, this unpredictably and raw honesty //is// his style. This is something that sets him apart from everything and everyone else. You are constantly interested in the words he's saying, and you never know what order he will say them in, which feeds your interest even more. In addition to the words and the delivery, Baraka is honest, truly honest, and never afraid to express his true opinion.