Vincent+Russell

"A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom." - Robert Frost

"A poem should be motionless in time" - Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish

I.O.

I walked out of my room On the soft blue rug

I felt dazed On the balls of my feet

I noticed the barred container On the precarious ledge

I ran past the danger On the blue stairs

I tumbled over and over On my back I landed

I turned around On top of the mess

I started crying On the soft contents that spilled

I didn’t mean to do it I only wanted passage

Ode to Glasses

Sands of time heated run clear, Poured into a mold, to gain it's unique shape. Everyone sees them but, No-one understands the other side. Clear panes that distort light to provide the perfect picture of the world, just the way it is, when you're on the other side.

Light weight slick metal that provides a structure for sight to be had, life flourishes on the other side.

Two plastic feet, rest on the bridge, From smell to brain, Allowing life to flow in, pane by pane into my eyes.

Things to be had and places to be, Things to see, things to not. I wear them daily, to vist the other side.

With out them my perception is flawed, distorted and blurry, although legal to drive I won't.

With out them there is no other side.

Riff poem

I am like crazy butt funny - Catherine When I open my mouth A quartet of trumpets blare out into a musical serenade of witty remarks.

Come on the guy wears corduroys - Charlie Sean Look at him walk that walky walk, down that road of failure and disappointment. Opposite from me, from where I am at the upmost top. Because I am me.

I was raised by poem

I was raised by a liquid crystal display green, red and blue shooting out burning images in my mind and ideas get seeded.

A range of universal sounds displayed out, in musical finesse on the rounded screen.

A fountain of life, flowing into dark black lines of foriegn symbols, close to the heart.

Built from millions of years, of decomposition, to compose something new, on a dead plant.

Friends closer than family for the time being Resentment finding its way in. Ideas seeded to grow full later. Enriching experiences envelope equally. Not for the time being to understand. Detrimental but necessary. So I will wait.

Being (Sonnet)

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Waiting for the right moment to live and let live, to understand and not judge them. To hear but not listen, misunderstand there dialect, my cold throat full of phlegm.

Ears clogged with preconceived notions, full of passion and heart, no clue where to put it. Raised in the city of brotherly love, doesn't know how to learn how to quit.

Trying not to change and fall out of place, to hold on to me and not some one else. Then walking in my foot steps to retrace, because I can only be myself.

Being, talking, learning, hearing - is time. Being, speaking, watching, regretting time.

Deeper analysis of my poetry

In my poetry I try to mix it up a little. I use figurative language and description in different ways to complement the content of each poem. Breaking down an item or feeling into what it really is and finding the root of it. Imagery, rhyme and a little humor are what my writing mainly consists of, though I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone. Basically, I want each poem to be a unique perspective on a subject that no one has ever thought about before. For example, in my poem //Ode to glasses//, I said; //two plastic feet, rest on the bridge.// I thought writing that would put a unique twist to the poem because people would probably not think of them like that. Another example is in //I was raised by// poem I said, //Built from millions// // of years, of decomposition. // Writing that, I thought, would get to the real root because in that stanza I was talking about a pen. Pens are plastic, plastic is made from oil and oil is decomposing living things that took millions of years to make. No one really thinks about that everyday so putting that in made it interesting. An example for humor would be the first part of my riff poem, // I am like crazy butt funny. // By incorporating humor I would want the reader to get a break from trying to understand all the description and feelings that are meshed inside the poems. A good example for imagery was a line from //Being//: //Ears clogged with preconceived notions.// Using that line I wrote it in a way so you can feel and see it in your mind. Certainly, there are similarities in my poems but only because of the topic and feelings they have. I don’t try to use the same figurative language but if it happens it happens. Every poem topic is different so I don’t try to make them all the same theme.

Deeper analysis of Jack Perlutsky's poems

Jack Prelutsky is a great poet that uses many forms of figurative language to make his poetry unique. Obvious things in his poems are rhymes between lines. For example, in //Be Glad Your Nose is On Your Face,// he rhymes face with place in the first stanza. This adds playfulness to this poem. The poem is kind of youthful in the sense that it conveys a point that not many people would think about. Also, the perspectives of were he imagines his nose and what would happen if it were there is youthful. He repeats, your, a lot which adds a connection to the reader making it a friendly poem. This poem contains a lot of imagery, which paints a picture in your mind. //Were it attached atop your head… forever tickled by your hair.// You can imagine that very clearly in you head. In Dora Diller, another poem of his, has a theme of time. //“My stomach’s full of butterflies”… “You ate a caterpillar!”// It’s a sequence of events that can’t necessarily be stopped. This theme is also found in other poems like //Last night I dreamt of chicken.// He talks about chickens roosting and nesting in his house and one his bed. Then he says in the morning there were eggs on his bed. Chickens have to lay eggs at some point of its life so it’s a unique input to put a life goes on theme into some of his poems. Another theme that’s also shared in his poems is mystery. In visitor it is unclear who the visitor actually was. That leaves a sense of mystery because you have no idea what it was. The words are not capitalized and there aren’t any forms of punctuation. Even the style of writing is mysterious opposed to the content of the poem, so it complements each other. The most dominant theme in his poetry is a kid’s perspective on life. In super Samson Simpson, he talks about carrying elephants. //For when I carry elephants, my grandma carries me.// Than can never happen but I though of how some kids are raised with their grandparents. The elephants for me symbolize emotional weight and how his grandma supports him when he is carrying this weight. The vocabulary the poem is what you would find in a kids book. //From top to toe// and //Super Sansom Simpson// are examples of that. All in all, Jack Prelutsky is a great poet. He uses unique themes and figurative language to make his poems stand out. Rhyme and repetition are a few of devices he uses to add playfulness to his work. These poems Visitor, Super Sansom Simpson, Last night I dreamt of Chickens, Dora Diller and Be Glad Your Nose is On Your Face, all have the same themes. Youthfulness, mystery and time goes on, are the most prominent themes I could find in the five poems I looked at. That combination gave the poems that Jack Prelutsky wrote a unique insight into the way he sees life or at least writes poems.