Thoughtful Imagination

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2006-04-21T19:17:00.000-04:00

My heart beats faster
knowing you are growing near
I prepare my lips for a welcome kiss
to feel that oh so great feeling.

As the door opens
the silence grows into fear
For the person behind the door
is not my dear, John.

Dressed all in black
covering his face with a nylon
pushes me down onto the bed
and takes my dignity away.

He did not feel my pain
as he walked out the door
never to be seen again
except for....

Today I stared into the eyes of
my blood related attacker.
How should I handle this?
For he is only my infant child.

I couldn't tell you where or how I came up with this. It started as a love poem and ended up turning into this.

Freedom

2006-04-21T19:11:00.000-04:00

I stare at this massive wall hoping someday my family will return to me. You see, I was very young when it trapped me behind its massive concrete. My family, will they recognize me the day I get across? For each day I keep planning my very troublesome escape. As years go by so slowly, my moves become more critical. For if I am caught I will be slaughtered for my country sees it as betrayal. Today I make my move. Packed up all of my belongings. Headed to that massive pile of concrete. As I get closer, my heart beats faster. But where that massive pile stood is wide open to freedom.

I thought I would share this from our free writing in class.

Bubbles

2006-04-10T18:27:00.000-04:00

Bubbles are fun to play with
especially for young children.
Take the outdoors
hand them a bottle
and show them how to blow'ém.
If you do it slowly
the bubbles get quite big.
Don't let the child get to close '
for he'll pop'em in your face.
The joys of children
and thier play.

Another picture that was given in class. As you can tell it was all free write.

Liberty

2006-04-10T18:24:00.000-04:00

Standing tall and beautiful
lovely as can be.
People travel near and far
to climb to her peak.
She can be seen for many miles
as the ships come into port
She's our Lady Liberty
Standing for many
the sign of freedom.

This was from a picture that was givin to me in a class that we had to write about and this is what I had come up with.

Drama

2006-04-10T18:20:00.000-04:00

In the Anthology again I found a poem that would partly deal with the idea of the chapter on Drama. On page 13 by Jan Beatty called "Modern Love". I love the idea that it decribes everything that she is doing. It is just as you would imagine yourself getting ready for your husband coming home, cleaning the house right done to the product she is using. This would be describing the props and her thoughts are very externalized through her words. Everyone should read this piece it is quite interesting.At least I thought so.

Recipe of sex

2006-04-10T18:16:00.000-04:00

1 Female
1 Male
continuoius genuine touch
lots of kissing
a couple of I love you's
a moan here and there

Preheat oven to 500 degrees. Mix female with male then add kidding, I love you, and genuine touch. Grease up both bodies. Steam up the room and close the door until well done.

This was one of the class exercises. I thought that I would share.

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2006-04-10T18:12:00.000-04:00

B eautiful baby
R adient like the sun
A dorable and sweet
Y ou look so innocent
D reaming as you sleep
E veryday it's some new adventure cause;
N ewborn, you are my son.

I just split the first letter so that you would understand what I was trying to accomplish with this piece. I hope that everyone likes it.

Time

2006-04-10T18:09:00.000-04:00

Standing still,
Waiting,
Like a deer in the headlights.
Watching the hand
as it seems motionless.

Who can tell when it will strike,
like in a fairytale,
Aren't we all waiting for that magical stroke of midnight?

I was just very bored, can you tell?

Fiction

2006-04-10T18:05:00.000-04:00

In the Autum House Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry I found a poem that gives the idea of a fiction story. It explains how a women remembers when her father was alive and it goes through all of the things that she remembers him by. It is called "My Father Teaches Me Light" by Jan Beatty. It reads like a narrative poem.

Love

2006-04-02T22:12:00.000-04:00

"Love is like the ripple in every wave, of the giant ocean growing as it draws closer to the shore"

A couple stairing out into the ocean holding one another so tight it is impossible to let go. As they stand there each wave pushes them back further and futher and as it's pushing them back they hold on tighter until they are seen as one with the sand.

Just a little thought from our exercise. Thought that I would share it with everyone.

Essay

2006-03-23T19:02:00.000-05:00

Essays come in many different writings. One that I had just read was "The Female Body" It seems to be more of an article as I read through it. I found it on page 254 in Imaginative Writing by Janet Burroway. It explains what the female body is made up of. I thought it was cute because it says that the female body is made up of a garter belt, virgin zone, spike heels and so on. You can really imagine the rest. Everyone should read it. I really liked the part when Margaret Atwood stated that , "if a real women was built like that she would fall on her face." It talks a lot about parental judgment. Read it!!

Quote

2006-03-23T18:48:00.000-05:00

I thought that this quote was so true. I really liked that reality of it. I found it in one of my pregnancy magazines.

"We're all born under the same sky, but we do not have the same horizon."

-Konrad Adenaur

Dreams Happen

2006-03-16T20:20:00.000-05:00

Just another day at work as Cynthia bores herself with paper work. Her boss came into her office to tell her that she will be working on a huge project with a new employee. Cynthia was not very happy at this point. She likes to work on her own, but decided that there was no way out of this situation.
The next day she was introduced to her new partner. He was five foot ten inches tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. After realizing he was the man of her dreams, she knew that this partnership was going to work out just fine.
After a couple of weeks they started having passionate feelings for each other and decided to date. As the next year past, they planned on marrying. "This could not be happening to me", she thought. "No man has ever wanted or treated me like he does". But facing reality and thinking how much she really loved him and the way that he loved her, they went through with the wedding.
Now walking down the isle, Cynthia gazed into the eyes of the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. When it came to the "I do’s" she was excited and nervous at the same time. She could not wait for the words; "you are now pronounced man and wife". It seemed like the ceremony was dragging on forever as if everything was moving in slow motion.
Now as they walk down the isle she noticed how everyone was starring at her. Miss unpopular, and now Mrs. Popular. She could not hold back her emotions. Realizing that she was walking hand in hand with her new husband, everything started to fade. Cynthia awoke and starred into the darkness alone.

Wren

2006-03-09T20:44:00.000-05:00

Once I fished a wren
from the pool
held it

little volt
in my hand

This I won't forget:
my mothers shoulders

I'm in the backseat
holding my brother's hand

my sister is driving

I don't have to see
anyone's face

the box of ashes
queerly heavy
like metal

like
the soaked sleeve of your sweater

long ago

the way something would rather drown
than trust

the hand that would lift it

I chose this poem to represent "story" because I really liked the way that Beckian Fritz Glodberg told two different stories within one peom. The forst story about fishing for the wren and then it goes to her in the backseat of a car. But yet it all comes together excellently. She goes from one point in her life that was important to her to the next important memory she has in her life. I love the ending of this poem. It is so true that a "that something would rather drown than trust the hand that would lift it".

The Hunters

2006-03-03T21:35:00.000-05:00

Dressed in thier green spotted drabs to blend in
with trees, mu brother and his new friends, then
nineteen, erected their dark tents and dug
a latrine, then gathered twigs from the edge

of their camp and the driest leaves, and at
twilight all of them assembled, then bent
thier heads for a moment over their Tang
or their coffee or tea, and one boy sang

a little prayer in the unarmed quiet
(at night sometimes my brother still sings it),
and even the air began to settle
except for the occasional rattle

of insects and in the nearby distance
mortar fire from Da Nang, insistent.

Andrea Hollander Budy

I really enjoyed reading this poem from the aspect of familiaraity. The setting of the poem shows the identity of her family and background which is shown through the woods theme. Also the whole fascination with hunting, it is the significance of her family and thier heritage and culture.

Quote:

2006-03-03T21:32:00.000-05:00

"Hold your head up high
Keep a smile on your face
and shrug your shoulders to annoyance
and anger."

"Live life to your own expectations,
Not anyone elses."

Both of these really just reflected what I was feeling today. I thought I would share it with everyone.

Quotes

2006-02-24T10:55:00.000-05:00

I found a couple of quotes that I really thought everyone would enjoy.

"Life is a canvas, throw all the paint on it you want."

- Danny Kaye

and.......

"The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time."

- James Taylor

Innocence

2006-02-17T10:10:00.000-05:00

You've been a part of me now
for so many months.
You are a little miracle
Lying closely to my heart.

I can not wait to hold you
to call you my precious son.
Your father and I will love you
through life's rough one's.

To watch you grow up
will be my favorite part.
I know that you'll make me proud
because you will forever be
lying close to my heart.

Lover

2006-02-17T10:03:00.000-05:00

I told you that I loved you.
I can't believe you said it back.
I was worried you'd think bad of me,
especially since it's only our second date.
I have known you for forty-eight hours now,
how about we take thing further.
I am not usually like this,
but something is telling me different.
It must be your precious blue eyes
when they stare at me from across the table.
Your light unimaginable skin
that I just want to hold next to me forever.
You look at me so clearly
like no one ever has
Please say you'll stay with me
and make me a happy women.
Hell, with all of the begging
let's just get to the point.
Spend eternity with me baby
Please make me your wife.

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2006-02-17T09:54:00.000-05:00

I've become a different person
since I watched you walk away.
I always said I loved him
each and everyday.
How could he just turn away
to never turn back around?
Could I have done something differently?
Maybe this is a joke?
I can't say that I am the same person know.
I have grown a little crazy,
at least that is what I am told.
Everyone is worried
that I might not make it through till morn.
So please say you'll come back to me.
You're forever in my heart.
So I'll ask you again lover,
"Where did we go wrong?"

Eva

2006-02-09T20:20:00.000-05:00

Who shows love with a ruling fist?

A sinner does not know how he hurts

but that he shows his own truths.

Black and blue now turns the color

of her pale white skin.

Everyone sees,

but doesn't feel

the pain that shows on the outside.

Who sees that pain that is felt within?

It shows no visible marks,

but feeds until it surfaces.

Leaving nothing but a heart full of sorrow

and an empty soul,

lost in this undesirable journey

called life?

She was

2006-02-09T20:14:00.000-05:00

She was the kind of women who

always stood by him.

Loved him with every fiber of her being,

and planned to grow old with him.

The day she found out

her world fell apart

for he would be leaving

the doctor said,

"there's not much time"

That day came

so unexpectedly

now she's crying

and can not sleep.

Ten years later,

there she sits,

weak and barely conscious.

Turns to her daughter and

says with her feeble voice,

"I always loved him".

Baby Boy

2006-02-09T20:09:00.000-05:00

I am waiting for you,

can't seem to come soon enough.

With every movement you make

inside of me,

I can't wait to hold you tight.

I will love your little fingers

and your little toes.

The day you show your face to me

know how much you are and

will always be loved.

Everything's all messed up!

2006-02-07T17:06:00.000-05:00

Her feet

peep just like

a fly through the window,

a bird through the glass,

a car through the garage

Pink dresses and brown shoes

are so uncomfortable.

With this mess,

more or less,

I hate this thought

because it reminds me of my childhood

and all of the fun I had.

I still felt sad

Now I was mad,

but it did not last long.

It just felt so damn wrong.

So I didn't want to do it anymore.

This poem was made up by my creative writing course in college.

We were given one line and had to make up another

line from that one. This is what turned out in the end.

I thought it was so funny that I would share it with

the whole world.

Snowstorm

2006-02-07T16:52:00.000-05:00

Just watching is enough,

as if the eyes were two headlamps,

the body a stalled vehicle

in all this whiteness;

and every space is filled

and filled again with the silence

of pure geometry.

Until, as in a blank, the clouds

part, the fuse

of the sun ignites a passion

of melting, a roar

down the rooftiles,

and here comes the world

as is was, untransformed,

ordinary; and I am still

at the window, full

of a cold knowledge

I hardly understand.

Linda Pastan

The imagry that is used in this poem are great.

I love that the body is looked at as a vehicle.

I hope that everyone else likes it also.

2006-02-02T19:55:00.000-05:00

Grandma's Rocking Chair

Memories of childhood

with Grandma holding tight.

The secure, loving feeling

with her body next to mine.

We laughed,

We sang,

We cried,

through good times and bad

Remembering,

rocking while in an old chair.

2006-02-01T20:04:00.000-05:00

Forever

I have never loved one the way I do you.
The things that we share,
Our hopes,
Our dreams,
Of being together forever,
Hand in Hand, and
Heart to heart.
I have dreamed of this love,
Night after night,
Thinking that you could not return
what I felt for you in my heart.
The day we became,
I would never want to change.
Our hopes,
Our dreams,
"Together Forever."
Always here for each other,
Is where I want to stand!
In out hopes,
In our dreams,
Of being together forever,
Hand in hand, and
Heart to heart!