Daniel+Wirt

"Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry"- Gustave Flaubert

"Animals can listen" -memory poem Child's crib I lay Speaking in words of wisdom talking to animals hoping they will listen

Air glazed with cold Overwhelmed with heat from love No responce do i hear, but see.

They listen but don't talk I talk but never listen Perhaps we were made for each other Perfect match,

Memories held forever in heart and soul

Ode to windows you provide clear sight imagery, A clear picture, the world. So meaningless, yet so powerful

Your provide me with light from places outside happiness inside filled with pride

Just a window, In a wall, creating a passage way to something greater



"War is a war with ourselves" -Riff poem Bodies propelled Playing with life Messing with the limits of the body

Bam, Boom, Bam, The ground shook with blood. This is war

People shooting there lives for power Shooting guns full of hate Wars are wars against ourselves

"All wars are civil wars, because all men are brothers"

**quote by: Francois Fenelon**

"Life raises us"-i was raised by poem I, a kid, An explorer A person looking, Looking through the hour glass of time Because I, I was raised by time

I am a soccer player A winner An over achiever A competitor that is out to win Because I, I was raised by determination

I am an artist A drawer A creative person A person that is out to do something great Because I, I was raised by life

"outcasted cow" -sonnet Cow goes moo on the farm while eating grass Precarious and so mysterious Eating the wavy grass making it last Not a care in the world never serious

So big and strong yet lazy and boring Blue cows are the most suspicious of all They are ugly and without a moehring (sur name) The cows, they sit on the ground and they draw

Why do the cows draw the people they see Are they curious, the cows of us all They draw us to look that of a banshee They, Nameless while the person's name is paul

They are without life and abandoned Still they are outcasted and they are shunned

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My poetry:

I have noticed that people have commented on how in my poems I give good imagery. I feel as though that might be a constant in some of my poems. In one of my poems I used personification and I don’t know if it really worked as well as it could have. I feel like it was used in the right way but it didn’t get as much meaning out of it as I could have. I tried using repetition in a poem and someone actually commented on it and how I used it well. "Eating the wavy grass making it last," is just an example of me using imagery. In my sonnet I feel as though I tried taking a not so important topic and bring it into a deeper topic. I talked about a blue cow and how a blue cow and I tried bringing up that people that are different are so alike yet they are still picked on. I put that the blue cows draw people just as other people do, and they are no different. Yet just as people at school are bullied and called names, they are never called their real name. So I feel as though I put a lot of symbolism into that poem. For my first poem it was a memory of me as a child when I was lying in bed with my cat and dog and I tried to really set the way the room felt. “Air glazed with cold” was one of the ways I tried describing the setting.

Jimmy Santiago Baca:

 * My poets name is Jimmy Santiago Baca and I have noticed that after reading several of his poems that he really uses “I” a lot, which makes me feel like he is writing poems that have something to do with his life or past. He doesn’t ever seem to like to rhyme. I haven’t seen it in any of his poems as a common thing. He is also a bit weird and it makes me try and think if there is a deeper meaning, “The sun will share your birthdays with you behind bars. “ I feel like I have no idea what is going on in this line, however I feel like I do in a way at the same time. I feel like the bars in his poem “Oppression” is referring to boundaries. It is possibly boundaries that may have happened in his life since I feel like his poems refer to himself.**

One other choice I saw in is poetry is that his poems are either long or short. Not really in the middle. Which is interesting. It makes me feel like he writes a quick poem when he feels like it and doesn’t exactly have a lot of time and he writes those really long ones when he wants to write a poem and has time.

He wrote one line that really stands out to me in a poem called “Ancestor,”

“my father, a bare man, a gypsy, a horse with broken knees no one would shoot. Then again, he was like the orange tree”

I feel like the line really has something to say. Maybe about his childhood ,or his dreams perhaps. I can’t really think of any orange trees that I have seen recently so I feel like after reading this that he may write what he sees in his dreams. More evidence that could support him writing about his dreams is his poem, “Old Woman.” I really can’t say I even understand it. However, that is what makes it so great. The imagery that he puts into it but leaving me clueless as to what is going on can only be brought up by in a dream. Also in this poem It talks of that of him at a beach or something because he sees the cool sea shells and the cat fish jumping out of the water.

One of his shortest poems that I have seen is called “The Blackbird.”

“The blackbird sits On a bronchial limb Ready to Squeal his guts Where?”

I feel like he is describing the bird and how it is ready to fly but doesn’t know where. It is the glory of growing up. Now I could be completely wrong, however I feel as though this is where he was coming with, with this poem. Another way to look at it is, to squal means to shout. So maybe the bird/ person wants to scream something out and tell someone, but doesn’t know where or who to scream to. It is lost and I feel as though this might have been a problem in Jimmy’s life.