Matthew+Ferry

" All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. "

Analysis of Self
Before I had this wiki page, I never really wrote poetry. I never saw myself good at it, and when I first got this assignment, I thought it was going to be a total drag, but it was quite enjoyable. I was given a variety of poems to work with. I learned from this to create short stanzas, that also keep the reader interested. Looking at my memory poem, I notice that a thing I did for many stanzas was open with a line showing an emotion, then I would close the stanza with expansion on the emotion. That was the first poem I did during this unit. In my second poem, Ode to my Shoes, I did a lot of thought on what it has helped me achieve and how it's held me back, then I expanded on the subject a bit by introducing bare feet into the poem, and my thoughts on it. I've noticed with most of the poems I've written, they end of a note of release and freedom. In "Rocks in Mah Nose," rocks were taken out of my nose, which were being released. In My poem about Shoes, it was about freedom of movement and shoes. In my, I was sonnet, I was talking about release from being stuck by cages, and tanks, much like birds and fish are. The topic of Freedom constantly appeared in my writing. Thanks to this Unit, I think I’ve grown a bit as a poetic writer.

Willam Blake
==== William Blake, who was he? He was a Poet from London, born on November 28th, 1757 and died on August 12th 1827. He was a Poet, who pointed out the naturally dark and twisted. He wasn't well recognized for his work during the time he was alive, but after his death he was strongly recognized for his talent as a writer. ====

==== He wrote about hatred and death. In his poem entitled, A Poison Tree, he wrote about his strongly growing hatred toward his foe, who he eventually killed. In this poem, he has 4 santzas with 4 lines in each. In the poem, it never states for what reasons he was angry at his friends, but it only state his growing hatred. "I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow." His friend with his friend, but he let it simmer down. He was angry with his foe, and while he did try to cool his hatred down, he was unable to, he let it consume him. "And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine -" He gave his foe an Apple, but not just any Apple, a poison apple. His foe wasn't aware of what was inside the apple, but he took it still. "And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning, glad, I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree." He found his enemy dead in his garden the next morning. That means, the night before his enemy was in his guarding. This Poem presents revenge, and uncontrolled emotions. Poetry gives a look into the Author's mind, which means, this poem is a representation of him, while it doesn't mean he killed someone, it does mean he is easily consumed by his emotions. ====

===="Father, father, where are you going? Oh do not walk so fast! Speak, father, speak to you little boy, Or else I shall be lost." This is the beginning of, The Little Boy Lost. In this poem, it’s about a Father leaving his child, with no guidance of where to go, which is why the child says, “speak to you little boy, Or else I shall be lost.” Which is a translation of, “Father, please speak to your child so he has guidance in his life, or he will be lost, and without proper knowledge of life. In the second part of the poem, “The night was dark, no father was there, The child was wet with dew; The mire was deep, and the child did weep, And away the vapour flew.” His Father left him, and the child cried for him to return, but then the child stopped crying. This poem talks about growing up without a Father. It talk about the pain and lack of guidance the child will have, and while they may cry, they need to overcome it, and life their life. This poem opens up with quotations of a child talking to his father with no reply then, it fast forwards to later that night, where the child is crying, then finally stops. It ends at “vapour flew.” Referring to the tears, and leaves many unanswered questions about this child’s future.====

====The poem, London, shows the city of London in a darker sense. “In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.” Everyone in this city is crying, and their minds have all created restrictions and fear. These restrictions and mental chains are in the mind of everyone, from grown men, to infants. “But most thro’ midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot’s curse Blasts the new-born Infant’s tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.” Each night, I hear how the prostitutes say they don’t care about the infants tears, and how marriage is like death. The hearse symbolizes death, and in this case is being used with marriage. This poem shows the weak in everyone, and giving up. The Prostitute creates symbolize of poverty, and lack of self-respect, selling yourself to people for money. The tears of men show even some of the stronger members of society are weak, and the tears of the infants show even those unaware of societies ways are hurt.====

====William Blake creates poems, which show the flaws and weakness in society, and exploits that for his readers to see. He points out the weakness in places where you wouldn’t think. He showed the weakness in the people, and difficulties they had to grow to overcome, such as the Father leaving his Child. William Blake’s were about being humans. Having to overcome challenges, hatred, like the hatred in, The Poison Tree, and weakness, like in, London.====

**Sonet: Freedom**
Running through mazes, Like a mouse with no guide, Trying to exit, But I'm trapped within walls, Looking outside, like a caged bird, longing for, open wings, flight. Fish stuck in a fish bowl, Without fins at sea, not the life for me.

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I Was Raised by Friends
We stood in line, waiting to walk in, we ran around in circles, Chasing one another, it was the first day, of a several year bond, that'd grow and fade, and most surely grey.

Your name was Kyle, Your name was Jesse, Your name was Aaron, and we all use to be friends. Some of us grew for better, and some grew for worse, but that's okay, because we're all human.

We created false friendships, Which wouldn't last forever, we saw each other everyday, now we barely see one another.

One of us became a pot head, Two of us were sent away to boarding school, Three of us were honest, and all Four of us left.

We went our separate routes, and made different friends, we broke friendships that lasted for years, we don't check in with one another, or see each other.

We went our separate ways, and that's okay. I now have real friends, we won't go our separate ways, or stop talking to one another, Because we're real.

I must Thank you three, for you taught me, that friendships aren't always meant to be. What seems good in the beginning, may not always hold up, it may crumble, and break apart, just like our friendships.

Thanks, False Friends.

Riff Poem: Yesterday
Her name was Magill, but she called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy. I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday I saw her standing there. She's got a ticket to ride. I mean, this is like, real. She's leaving home after living alone for so many years. Life is very short, and there's no time for fussing and fighting Send me a post card, drop me a line, stating point of view. Girl, Things shouldn't be the way they are, and I long for the day before yesterday, I wish today's events didn't happen, Nor do I wish yesterdays. Yesterday, came suddenly. Yesterday. Beatle song quotes.

Ode to My Shoes:
To those who carried me on through so much, from the small steps, to the large steps, from the slow, to the speed, for the sprint, to the distance.

You've carried me through not just one mile, and not just two, but hundreds and hundreds, and even caused an injury or too.

You were good till expiration, but then you went bad, and caused problems

You're a creation of a corporation, which helped mutilate thousands, you created something naturally in-natural, you made everyone turn from natural, to your artificial creations.

But, now people are going back, to the state of natural motion, to the state brandless feet.

And to this I say, I shall go back to natural ways, not condoning myself to corporations, but embracing my own two feet, as they were meant to be.

=Rocks in Mah Nose:=

Wheel never interested me much, Match Box never interested me much, Sets made by children in some third world country never interested much, I liked objects of neutral colors, and imperfect shapes.

I liked putting things where they didn't belong I liked to place them in holes too big, or too small.

I put these small imperfects, who fit so perfectly, where they shouldn't belong.

I belong to blow through these holes, but they laid dormant where they were placed.

Consumed with panic and fright, I begun to let my confused emotions overtake me.

Droplets down my cheeks, and distorted talking. Wreckage.

My calls of fear were seen, and brought to attention, of a larger one.

I took a seat, head tilted back, I felt this cold feeling hit my nostrils, it was cold to the touch, and plucked my pain away.

I was then able to help myself.

I blew through, and got the other one out, with a little help. Thanks, Mom.