Reading a Second Poem

Others Performing at the CAAS Library Poetry Reading

Me Reciting at the CAAS Library Poetry Reading

Imitation

The long walk towards the house,
The night was cold and bleak
Seemed to wrap around me 
Touching every bone in my physique,
Moon shining down,
the only light to show the way,
Spoke as if to guide me
So I would not roam astray,
No one was in sight
To lend a helping hand,
I had to walk alone
and it was more than I could stand,
Seeing the familiar lights
Assured me finally,
That I was home to warmth
And could sleep for eternity.

Iambic Tetrameter Octet

Before I left my house I put on the shoes
I had a little dog its fur was soft
It jumped up fast and wore a cast
I put on pants and ran to class
He stopped at school and got his tools
The teacher laughed but I was mad
They did not go they hate the shows
Open the door to find much more

Two Person Poem : Hang Up

Lauren Winfrey and I chose this poem "How to Hang-Up the Telephone" by Delia Ephron to record for our blog because it was a fun and upbeat poem. We did some research on "two-person poems", and they can get very complex.  This is one of the simpler versions.  People always associate reciting poetry as a solo act so we wanted to show to the blog world that there are alternatives to that. Also, everyone has been in the situation when they are trying to get off the phone and you and the other person go back and forth with good-byes and confusion, so we thought this was an interesting approach to displaying that interaction.  We definitely had fun making the movie and I have read other poems by Delia Ephron because she seems unique.  If you would like to follow along the poem is listed below.

How to hang up the telephone by Delia Ephron

‘Good-bye.’
‘Bye.’
‘Are you still there?’
‘Are you?’
‘Yeah. Why didn’t you hang up?’
‘Why didn’t you?’
‘I was waiting for you.’
‘I was waiting for you. You go first.’
‘No, you first.’
‘No, you first.’
‘No, you first.’
‘OK, I know. I‘ll count to three and we’ll both hang up at the same time. Ready? One, two, three. ‘Bye.’
‘’Bye.’…
‘Are you still there?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Why didn’t you?’
‘What do you mean, me?’
‘OK, do it again. This time for real. One, two, two and a half, two and three quarters, three. ‘Bye.’
‘’Bye.’
‘Hello.’
‘Hello.’
‘Are you still there?’
‘Yeah.’

You Can, I Will

You can be the beach 

and 

I will be the sand.

You can sail the oceans

and 

I will rule the land.

You can shine the stars

and

I will hold the sky.

You can feel the sorrow

and

I will be the tear beneath your eye.

You can find the west

and 

I will know the east.

You can have the most

and 

I will claim the least.

You can be the leaves

and 

I will be the trees.

You can blow the wind

and 

I will bring the breeze.

You can show the day

and 

I will rise the sun.

You can be the animals

and

I will watch you run.

You can keep your silence

and

I will be quite loud.

You can show humility

and 

I will still be proud.

You can plant the garden

and 

I will grow the flowers.

You can work the city

and 

I will build the towers.

You can fly above

and

I will wait on ground.

You can form a square

and

I will roll around.

You can love the sweet

and

I will try the spicy.

You can hold the warmth

and 

I will shield the icy.

You can spread the peace

and 

I will fight the hate.

You can be my john

and 

I will be your kate. (without the eight)

You can be my love

and 

I will give you everything.

You can start our happiness

and

I will take a shiny ring.

You can be anything-just not none

because

I will then be nothing-but surely done.

Oh Mr. Sun

Oh Mr. Sun, what great beauty you create

Whether rising or setting never to be late.

Oh Mr. Sun, life is spread with your rays

You bring light and warmth to all of our days.

Oh Mr. Sun, we all revolve around you.

Your yellow is a perfect match to the sky's blue.

Oh Mr. Sun, when the clouds are your friends

Our bright days must quickly come to an end.

Oh Mr. Sun, you seem to smile upon us

So in scorching heat I try not to fuss.

Oh Mr. Sun, the most admired star aglow

As the center of our universe-not to stroke your ego.

Oh Mr. Sun, you help our world grow

What we would do without you? Hope I'll never know.

So Many Things.

Neither lost nor found

Wishing for wings

Stress and Confusion

So many things.

High hopes and dreams

Happiness she sings

Lost nonetheless

So many things.

Like stars shine

The heart blings

Numb is the feeling

So many things.

Keeping the faith

Love always stings

Waiting for more

So many things.

Everything to gain

New like mornings

Finding the way

So many things.

The past is a bell

It continuously rings

Surfacing the hurt

So many things.

Face the battle

Like the best of kings

Triumph for mind

So many things.

Seasons Change

The leaves may turn

The wind may blow

The snow falls fast

The ice will form

The frost will glow

The streets will empty

The cold will chill

The sun won't warm

The shovels will scrape

The winter wonder land forms

The beauty is seen

The seasons will change

The Option

It is such a shame the way we are treated

So disrespected, damaged, and cheated.

It is never fair the way things ended

He is praised and I am offended.

All I ever want is someone to care

That will appreciate me and always be there.

But there always has to be a twist

I'm just one girl on a very long list.

It teaches that I can't be so easy to trust

That sometimes its not real love, just lust.

It seems I'm just another girl he played

But ultimately I learn they're just afraid.

Even with all the downs and outs

I'm a better person without a doubt.

He didn't waist my time, he just made me see

That not everyone deserves a chance with me.

So when things seem to really get rough

Never think that you weren't enough

You should not be scared to find another person

Just remember if you stay things will only worsen.

Be true to yourself and you will never lose

Happiness is an option you merely have to choose.

Vector Poems

Season Poem - Vector

Regression

As absent as the moon midday,
It makes no sense we can not progress.
For what should be right in every way,
Is truly and unfortunately less.
This day is short and lacks in substance,
The hours run quick and uninspired.
Affirming all it needs is the chance,
Provokes waiting though weary and tired.
But life shows all days must end,
And all the bad must become the good.
The problems you are able to mend,
To find the potential to love, because you should.
That love, it takes many a form,
It may be lacking but in other ways there is a plenty.

Going Out

You never knew before this night
How terrible would be the sight.

When everything came falling down
To stop you, 
no ones around.

Mistakes and problems were all a blur
What you did you're not sure.

You want to take it back
But that power you do lack.

Its not because you mean harm
You only wish to show your charm.

Now you must face the music
Its your destiny, 
you must choose it.

Step back and assess your place
Because what you want, 
you'll have to chase.

When you find your peace
Happiness you will release.

Always trying to avoid this
But not every time is fun and bliss.

It is always a risk
You think its worth it.

Bruises and bumps,
Falls and fights.
All the evidence,
of your horrible night.

What's important you can decide 
And all the rest shall surely subside.

The loudest silence in michigan

comes by night, leaves by day.
The weeknights hold the silence
and send a message more apparent
than any spoken words could.
It is the Michigan difference.
None are out or around to their leisure
but instead inside 
behind walls and desks
computers and books.
To learn.
To understand.
The silence shows how a body of one
can share a similar focus.
The silence shows that focus.
A desire for more.
It is the Michigan difference.
The discipline to be great.
The leaders and best.
The streets are silent and dark 
but the library lights are on
speaking volumes.
The loudest silence in Michigan,
is simply the silence itself.

The Blue Sea

Moving in waves 
through the streets of AA.
Ah yes,
a typical Saturday.
Those of all ages
walking with excitement
for a single purpose.
As the waves pour in
as body of one,
the air is crisp 
yet,
kissed with the dampness of the pregame essentials.
As the seats begin to fill
this sea of blue expands.
Transformed into an ocean,
the first play is called.
The roar of the audience 
is the loudest of all.
Yells and horns,
whistles and grunts
drown the silence of the bowl.
In the midst of the game
a different wave persists.
Fan’s flinging arms is of what is consists.
Around and around it goes.
They say the players make the games.
I disagree.
Only insisting that it is the passion and pride
of the fans.
As the bowl drains and the fans empty
that passion follows them to wherever they retire.
The wave may subside,
but the passion still flows.

Audio Poem Example

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