Tucker+Bartholomew

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"Poetry is Either something that lives like fire inside you-like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist-or else it is nothing..." -F. Scott Fitzgerald

By: Tucker Bartholomew
 * An Ode to Johnny Cash**

Stick it to the man has always seemed to be your motto You would not censor a mans thoughts even if his mother was in the room This has always been important to you You have been labeled as country, yet you followed the folk scene with a religious motivation Taking influence despite your fame Amphetamines and drink was the pestilence you had to endure throughout your life along with some of the horrible changes to country music for which I apologize You were the most famous humble man and I believe that you felt rest when you left, and not a fear that any drug could numb


 * 5 Lines of Iambic Pentameter**

By: Tucker Bartholomew

There was a time where a man was called Stan, He'd no clue what to do with life as a man, He could not play and he could not talk as a boy who knew not he was a man Some say this is sad, with tears drawn from chalk But Stan knew this was good, he liked his spunk

By: Tucker Bartholomew
 * iPod Sonnet**

Let me go you cruel device, let me go Manipulating my own opinion Stock full of good things, I wish I heard those But I numb myself to current I’m done Fool hardy and willing I be in your hands Ready to make my own score to my movie My mind on the stage, watching from the stands What and interesting idea for which I strive You meet me in the middle though and I… Do not appreciate how I give in Forcing me to deal with a compromise At least until the trolley ride may end Oh my iPod, I really am conflicted I know I should’ve never bought you, alas, I did

By: Tucker Bartholomew
 * I Was Raised By**

I was raised by Oh please, don't be so melodramatic Reading is the only way to be smart, watch who your talking to, type of dad, for which I am grateful

A, "I think you're crazy, but I'll support you" brave at the wrong times, believes the best in everyone, tries to be the vigilante type of mom

Two sister's, one who put their brother in the hospital, and the other who makes math a language

Cousins who tried to rub my yankee nose in the Georgia red clay, tried

110th Amsterdam West Side feuds with East siders, the rich folk

Hey Tucker is meZach, can you come over type of friends

Country bred the south will rise again, hard working, Remember where you were born My favorite and only grandson type of grandparents

I was raised by A loving family, A forgiving family, and an accepting family


 * Dylan Thomas**


 * "And Death Shall Have No Dominion"** By: Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas' use of metaphor in his diction creates a somber mood that drives the message home. He achieves seriousness in a poem about joy by painting pictures with his similes and analogies on life over death. Language is used very effectively in the title, as well as all the verses. There is a simplicity that allows a reader to stay interested because the title has already given them a theme: And Death Shall Have No Dominion. Although the title clearly states that death not having dominion is going to be a recurring theme, the other verses of the poem leave room for the reader to think about death in itself. “Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; / Break in the sun till the sun breaks down / And death shall have no dominion.” This is a segment of the very last verse, and it shows how Dylan Thomas seems to be reinforcing chaos, but ending it all by saying that it doesn’t matter because death shall have no dominion.


 * "Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines"** By: Dylan Thomas

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads, The things of light File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age; Where no seed stirs, The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars, Bright as a fig; Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes; From poles of skull and toe the windy blood Slides like a sea; Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky Spout to the rod Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds, Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes; Day lights the bone; Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin The winter's robes; The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

In “Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines,” Dylan Thomas personifies parts of the body representing different things. He uses morning as a metaphor for new things. In the second stanza of the poem he says, “Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age; / Where no seed stirs / The fruit of man un-wrinkles in the stars, Bright as a fig…” Light always comes from the dark and the new comes out of the old with influence. The diction used in this poem is friendly, not casual. It is a bright poem, that holds a deeper message than it lets on. There is a slight rhyme scheme, however it does not go line-to-line, but stanza-to-stanza. For the first three stanzas, Thomas rhymes shines, thighs, and eyes; he breaks it at the end though with rounds as the last word of the first line of the stanza. This helps the entire poem feel a lot more connected, and it lets the reader become engrossed in the poem.


 * "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"** By: Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

In this poem, Dylan Thomas uses many different examples of men to relay one clear message, to not give in to death. Thomas’ father was dying while he wrote this poem, and the poem seems to be pleading with a dying man, begging him to not leave without a fight, even if they know it’s their time. He probably felt a lot of these things while his father lay on his deathbed. He writes in the second stanza, “Though wise men at their end know dark is right, / Because their words had forked no lightning they / Do not go gentle into that good night.” Dylan also uses examples of wild men, good men, and grave men, possibly using those types of people as parts of his father. The message is clear in this poem: given the opportunity, all men should fight death no matter what the circumstances. He uses a lot of repetition in his poems and it became trait he has used in most of his works. He restates the phrases, “Do not go gentle in to that good night,” and also, “Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Both lines insinuate that Dylan is speaking to all men, not only his father, to give death a final battle.

Untitled Poem By: Tucker Bartholomew

What are you going to do You left your morals alone for a while, But they're back now and they’re gunning for you You've got no words to speak because for rules and stipulations you never cared for each

Try to imagine When you were just a baby In your mama’s lap What did she think of you Did she look at you in her arms and see you as the careless person you've become

Your mama tried she did But you were always falling in with the wrong crowd And she didn’t know what to do About all of your angry cussing

Why are you running Put your pride aside and admit your wrongs You said you've got nothing to hide And it sure as hell looks Like you're tired of being shut out from your own home

For once in your life be a man Be an example to the kid you were Go back and teach him right from wrong Teach him to love his neighbor And respect his mama’s word

This is a poem, formerly a song, I wrote a while ago. I wrote it because I have a friend of mine who doesn't seem to understand some of the awful things he's done to himself, and and his family. This isn't a song out of spite for him, it makes me sad to see him continuously screw things up. To continuously not care about things he really should be caring about. That's the inspiration for the poem/song. The structure is not necessarily formal or even normal, but it fits together in verses rather than stanza's I would say. I have a few enjambments in the verses, but none that go over into another verse. I bring up a few different idea's more than once as well. When I write, I like to write for purpose. I like to have a general message within my writing that can be either funny, serious, or a little bit of both. Some things I've written have just been for the heck of it, but most things I write, I have been prompted to write. I find that the journals in class actually have let me write some good things just because it puts a thought in my head that I might have thought about before. I would say that writing without any influence regarding the topic is nearly impossible, at least for me.