Brianna+Perrin

"Poetry is the doorway to the soul." - Floria



Ode to the Marine Wife

They have your Khakis, And their navy blues, They stand in line But not always in two by two’s

 Their uniform is unlike Any you've ever seen; They always stay tough And never act mean

 He'd get up every morning, Way before the sun, And he'd run a hundred miles or more, Before the day was done.

 He fights for his loved ones And the people back home But there’s that special someone Who he hates to leave alone

The swift mistress stays at home She mends to the broken and tend to the ill The marine knows her quite well A place in your heart she continues to fill

Then the day had come When you took the band out from its living place The answer she had you were pleased Then kissed her lips upon her lovely face

Ode to the marine wife Who never seems to be worried or scared She always believes in him Always thinking about him it’s known that she cares

They ask who is she This mysterious and loved mistress The girl is me A loving lady never a temptress

I've waited for my soldier I still wait until this day Hopping he'll come back to me So I could love him in every possible way __Sonnnet__  Thous beauty is fair and so enchanting  You fair colored skin is ever so smooth  Voice of an angel it's everlasting  Melody with a tune that seems to sooth

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Don't get confused by his angelic charm <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Behind his eyes and his cream colored skin <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> He won't put others or himself in harm

__<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">I Was Raised By __

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> I was raised by <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the wave less curves and <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> movement on the paper from the pencil <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the smooth combination of words <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> moving to their own beat <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the poetic lyrics <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> moving through the endless <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> and limitless mind <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the "Be as free as a stallion <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> running through the fields" <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Type of poetry thang

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Some ignorant <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> and multied emotional eyes <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the side snickers and comments <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> that always revolve in a circular motion around <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> but never towards me <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the rolling of eyes <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> but inspired action <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the "She'll never be good enough, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> she's nothing." <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Tye of girl jealousy thang

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Some moving as freely <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> as a ballet dancer <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the not holding back, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> breaking out <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the crazy and fun rapid movement <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> of the frame and physic <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the "Go on girl, do your thang" <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Type of dancer thang

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Some repeated beats <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> with the words changing <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> until it gets to the chorus <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the precussion mixing slowly <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> with the classical music <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the voice and tone escaping my mouth <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> to create a sympathy <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> that moves the crowd <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the multi racial and artists <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> creating the change of people <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> to create a better world and society <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Type of singer thang

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Some dark, colored, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> and faded skinny jeans <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the Converse and All Stars' <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> swiftly moving across the solid <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> and unbreakable pavement <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the plain but colored <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> sequenced t-shirts <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> the "I"m kinda a tomboy <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> and it's comfortable" <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Type of skater girl thang <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> I WAS RAISED BY ME __<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">I Wish __ <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">How I wish I could look back to understand Back to when lives were taken Back to when families were separated Back to when children were murdered I wish I could have helped to same them I wish I could have tried to understand this senseless taking of human life, they were no different than you or I They did not deserve this pain, this torture I wish I could look back to understand, to set lives free to learn their pain and frustration Trying to understand; I can hear their screams, I can hear their pain, I can hear their fear I can hear a mother’s cry when children are shot down Oh, that pain so great, so terrible I can smell the odor, the odor of burning human life I can smell the sweat, the sweat of hard labor I can smell the fear, such an atrocity I can see footage today, trying to learn what had happened to them I watch the films today, trying to comprehend the pain they went through We all see the pictures, watch the torture just trying to imagine this tragedy But the fact is we can’t, unless our human life undergoes this These poor people, my heart cries out but there is nothing I can do Oh, please hear me. I am so sorry this had to happen to you You time is, now, it is here, time o treat, time to be reunited and live everlasting in that great kingdom called HEAVEN

__<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A Shivering Temptation __ <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A shivering temptation that goes past my isolated body. It makes me lifeless and solid. As if I were a standing icicle or a block of ice. This temptation turns into pleasure. That sweet blisening pleasure soon turns into pain. Pain that I can not escape or get away from. My only security is the wool like material that covers my body in layers. An onion and I'm the trap seed in the middle. This time off the month the pain will be here for awhile. But until that day when the cotton balls turned clear and the light shows more. I have to deal with the pain. Inside I'm ok. Outside the rapid beating of my life could stop. But with the pushing and none stopping force, I can't hold out any much longer.

__<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">The Vampire by Madison Julius Cawein __

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> A lily in a twilight place? <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> A moonflow'r in the lonely night?- <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Strange beauty of a woman's face <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Of wildflow'r-white!

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> That rain that hangs a star's green ray <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Slim on a leaf-point's reslessness, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Is not so glimmering green and gray <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> As was her dress

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> I drew her dark hair from her eyes, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> And in their deeps beheld a while <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Such shadowy moonlight as the skies <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Of Hell may smile

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> She held her mouth up redly wan, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> And burning cold,-I bent and kissed <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Such rosy snow as some wild dawn <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Makes of a mist.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> God shall not take from me that hour, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> When round my neck from her white arms clung! <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> When 'neath my lips, like some fierce flower, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Her white throat swung!

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Of words she murmured while she leaned! <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Witch-words, she holds me softly by,- <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> The spell that binds me to a friend <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Until I die

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;">The simplest and average thing can be described and compared with stunning and exquisite objects. Excluding the title, if given this poem on the spot and being questioned about what it was or the person the author was talking about I wouldn't know. From the first and second stanza the author describes the woman's face storage beauty just like a white wild flower. For what I am aware white wildflowers are very rare/ hard to find. So to compare the flower to this strange woman means that he is saying that she's rare and beautiful like any other. Then in the first <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;">and second line the author goes on to question "A lily in a twilight place? A moonflow'r in the lonely night?-". From these two sentences it seems like they're wondering a lily in a twilight place and a moonflower in a lonely night. When there's a lonely night you expect nothing to be in sight, nothing glowing, nothing beautiful in sight. Just like a twilight place, a deserted area why is there this beautiful lily. Then in the second stanza the author goes on to say, look at the rain that left the sky with a ray (probably stars gleaming/shining), then there's a shimmer on the leave. The image that is getting is new fresh rain or a leave sitting. Then the author compares the color of the leave with the rain to the color of the woman's dress. Then as the poem continues on it talks about what the woman is doing and how she is acting to what I'm led to assume is a man. When the author describes the woman talking in witch-words I imagine her saying passionate or dangerous threats.

__<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">The Guitar by Federico García Lorca __ <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> The weeping of the guitar <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> begins. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> The goblets of dawn <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> are smashed. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> The weeping of the guitar <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> begins. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Unless to silence it. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Impossible <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> to silence it. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> It weeps monotonously <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> as water weeps <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> as the wind weeps <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> over snowfields. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Impossible <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> to silence it. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> It weeps for distant <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> things. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Hot southern sands <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> yearning for white camellias. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Weeps arrow without target <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> evening without morning <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> and the first dead bird <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> on the branch. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Oh, guitar! <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Heart mortally wounded <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> by five swords. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Music can be used to describe the emotion one is feeling. From the first line in the first stanza and with the title provided, it is lead to assume that the poem is about a guitar. What about the guitar it so special? That, the author explains in the second and third sentences. When he mentions the goblets of dawn are smashed I picture people smashing goblets (wine glasses on the floor). Then when he says the weeping of the guitar begins, I picture someone starting to play a slow beat on the guitar. Like dreary and slowly to make it have a sad or depressed affect on the crowd. A majority of this poem is using personification. Like when the author describes the guitar to be weeping, then talking about the sand wanted white camellias. At the end of the sentence I am still amused but confused about the way that the author ended the poem.

__<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Arbolé, Arbolé.....by Federico García Lorca __

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Tree, tree <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> dry and gree.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> The girl with the pretty face <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> is out picking olives. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> The wind, playboy of towers, grabs her around the waist. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Four riders passed by <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> on Andalusian pnies, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> with blue and green jackets <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> and big, dark capes. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> "Come to Cordoba, muchacha. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> The girl won't listen to them.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Three young bullfighters passed, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> slender in the waist, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> with jackets the color of oranges. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> "Come to Sevilla, muchacha." <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> The girl won't listen to them. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> When the afternoon had turned <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> dark brown, with scattered light, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> a young man passed by, wearing <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> roses and myrtle of the moon. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> "Come to Granada, muchacha." <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> And the girl won't listen to him. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> The girl with the pretty face <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> keeps on picking olives <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> with the grey arm of the wind <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> wrapped around her waist <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> Tree, tree <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> dry and green. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;">Sticking with an ambition, no can take you away from what you set out to do. The way this poem is formatted is that there really isn't a rhyming scheme. There also isn't a counting of syllable scheme. It's just a regular formatted poem that seems to start a new line every place there is supposed to a long pause or a comma if it were one whole paragraph. From the title, we know the poem is about a tree. But what about the tree. As the poem starts to progress on