Ian+Terway

"Poetry is the doorway to the soul" ~Floria

Ode:

Ode To Music

You fill my ears with euphoric sensations You reflect my every emotion You have the power to change me When i am miserable, you make me grin When i am exhausted, you bring sweet sleep to my body

You are everywhere You come from everything From nature, The sound of the wind in the trees Raindrops falling to the ground From man, The strum of a guitar The pleasurable tone of the voice

You are magnificent

Praise Poem: A crisp chilling autumn morning. We walk hand in hand to the fire station. Pop-pop and I stand in line Waiting to put the ballot in the box. I grab his hand pull him towards the booth. A flash of fulgent light The "stupid news lady" stood there, camera in hand. The next day, My picture in the paper, forever capturing my memories.



Riff Poem: Hold Fast to Dreams Because life is too short One day someone is here The next they are gone

Hold Fast to Dreams Because Dreams are doors Doors to your future Doors to the life that you hope to live Hold Fast to Dreams

Because dreams die fast So take that chance Isn't Life but a Dream?

Original Poem: Dreams by Langston Hughes

Sonnet: __Speed Kills__ Fleeing suspects are racing towards their end Slipping sliding at a high rate of speed Behind in hot pursuit to apprehend Flashing lights white knuckled intent indeed

One hundred one twenty one forty-five Mile after mile under these conditions No survival of the internal drive Smoking high temperature transmissions

Side swiping maneuvers, metal screeching Road rampage dance of death on the freeway No regard laws of life and limb breaching The man closing fast losing all leeway

Concentration breaks as the end beckons swerves onto shoulder, destroyed in seconds

Three Poems:

"Everything the Letter Should Have Said:" Every time we kissed you closed your eyes, and I clamped mine open, just to see those short lived moments that I almost let me love you. So lie away, I did, so wide awake, trying to give myself a good reason to forget the empty words from this hollow curse. I can’t shake the weight of what we’ve been through, and I won’t justify the way we never really listen to a goddamn word we claim to. Let’s be fair. Let’s take some order. We’re too much like each other, and there’s no chance in hell that you would change for me. Why would I change for you? But the painful truth exposed here, as you grab your autumn jacket and slowly make your way towards the door, is that in //this// short lived moment my heart is left unfastened, as the single thing I feared the most just happened. - William Beckett

"For You, and You Alone" Keep your mouth shut when I’m drunk. I hate the person I become when you’re not around. I like me better when we talk it all over. If there was ever a time I needed you, its right now. I believe in a long-winded mind. Most nights I putter out like an over-worked, under oiled engine, staring at a quivering candle, consciousness fading, as I slowly float to sleep. My distorted reality paints a wonderfully deranged pattern. Doubt does strange things to people like us. We hold each other tighter now that the news is in. You’re learning to live alone in a home full of holes with two good reasons to find hope. One of these days I’ll unwind this watch and live for you and you alone. -William Beckett

"Blurbs of Coordinated Words Often Get Tossed Out With the Trash... I Never Throw Away Anything." I was just a train wreck ready to jump before the crash. When we first met, I was tied to the tracks and I could not begin to explain. We were just a wild-eyed couple of kids. They always said we were a long shot way back then, and through it all I never thought it’d turn out this way.

Now the scent of your malcontent is like the smell before the rain. I keep telling myself not to trust myself, but the time is coming, and I need someone to blame.

Tell me anything. Because I lost my strength and I’m losing faith. Everything has changed, unintended, and unexplained and I know somethings happening. I’m missing you more than a house without a frame.

We are just train wrecks amongst the living dead. If we’re so different, then why are we listening? -William Beckett

Analysis: This poet draws on a lot of different things for his work. He uses a lot of imagery in his poems, a lot of detail and information about his surroundings. He uses lyrical phrases and prose to describe whatever situation he may be in. Beckett talks about love; this is a primary theme for most of his work. He talks about current and past relationships, and he talks about the impact they’ve left on him as a person. Beckett draws on memories and elaborates on them. He creates visualizations and goes straight for the heart. Beckett uses his poetry to show his true feelings. It is a release, an outlet. It is a true expression of raw feeling. It talks about love and memory; it talks about the past and the present. He speaks about how people and events have impacted his life. In the first poem posted, Beckett talks about his fears. His fear of heartbreak, he also talks about desire. He wants her to change, but he knows she can’t. This inability to change releases his fear of her leaving and his heartbreak. So when it does happen in the end, he is sad but not surprised. A predominant theme in all his poetry is this fear of change. He wants everything to stay the way it is when he is happy. Anything that interrupts this change is considered frightening and threatening. This poetry seems to express these deep-rooted fears. He admits to it, but in many different ways. He uses his wordplay and elaborate description to mask the true feelings that he shows.

Statement About my Poetry:

Poetry does not come easily to me. It takes me a while to think of a topic for a poem, and when I find my topic, it’s hard to get my feelings out. It is also difficult for me to find inspiration for my poems. My poems that I wrote for this assignment had to do with memories, or things that are important in my life. My “Ode to Music” was written because music is a big influence on my life. My praise poem was written about one of the first memories I have about my late grandfather. The riff poem that I wrote was about dreams. I believe that dreams are very important and every one holds a valuable meaning. My only non=personal poem was my sonnet. It was written while I was watching a television show about aggressive driving.