Poetry

1. Poetry Really? Why?

2. What is this thing? • a form of literary art • Because of this fact, we can only guess what the author is trying to say • We often place our own emotions into the art

3. What is this thing? • We often think that poetry was made “famous” by a bunch of dead guys • Shakespeare, Dylan Thomas, T.S. Elliot • This is one of the reasons why poetry is thought of as a high-brow, lofty subject that we can’t truly understand

4. What is this thing? • We may also think about cheesy Hallmark cards • “Roses are red, violets are blue” This cards is made for a friend like you.” • This could be why we think of poetry as somewhat goofy

5. Here’s the thing… • However we think of poetry (even if it is negatively), we are surrounded by poetry all of the time • Every single one of us enjoys poetry • When we realize certain things, we can see that poetry is, in fact, very popular

6. Read This… Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments, love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come, Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

7. Read This… Stalked in the forest too close to hide I'll be upon you by the moonlight side High blood Drumming on your skin it's so tight You feel my heat I'm just a moment behind In touch with the ground I'm on a hunt down after you Scent and a sound. I'm lost and I'm found And I'm hungry like the wolf. Strut on a line it's discord and rhyme I howl and I whine I'm after you Mouth is alive all running inside And I'm hungry like the wolf. Dark in the city night is a wire Steam in the subway earth is afire Woman you want me give me a sign And catch my breathing even closer behind In touch with the ground I'm on a hunt down after you Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd. And I'm hungry like the wolf. Straddle the line in discord and rhyme I'm on a hunt down after you. Mouth is alive with juices like wine

8. Read This… And the wind is blown and cold And I can't escape the tears One for every broken bone And a hundred for all the years We ride through These plains of hurt Through the Southern breathing rock On a rail road of knots And there’s blood on the lines Of every page I turn When the ones you love Are the ones you burn Some one singing songs About a girl I hurt I've been everywhere enough I've been torn apart by the world But there’s apples in the trees And diamonds in the earth I've been losing my mind Somehow it can't get worse

9. So… Is poetry as inaccessible as we often think? Or, are we psyching ourselves out and making it harder for ourselves?

10. So many wars, settling scores, Bringing us promises, leaving us poor, I heard them say, love is the way, Love is the answer, that’s what they say, But look how they treat us, Make us believers, We fight the battles, then they deceive us, Try to control us, they couldn’t hold us, Cause we just move forward like Buffalo Soldiers. But we struggling, fighting to eat, And we wondering, when we'll be free So we patiently wait, for that faithful day, It's not far away, but for now we say, When I get older, I will be stronger, They'll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag, And then it goes back, and then it goes back, And then it goes back When I get older, I will be stronger, They'll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag, And then it goes back, and then it goes back, And then it goes back When I get older, I will be stronger, They'll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag, And then it goes back, and then it goes back, And then it goes back Born to a throne, stronger than Rome But Violent prone, poor people zone, But it's my home, all I have known, Where I got grown, streets we would roam. But out of the darkness, I came the farthest, Among the hardest survival. Learn from these streets, it can be bleak, Except no defeat, surrender retreat, So we struggling, fighting to eat and We wondering when we'll be free, So we patiently wait, for that fateful day, It's not far away, so for now we say When I get older, I will be stronger, They'll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag, And then it goes back, and then it goes back, And then it goes back