Kourtnee+Lynch



Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe -Adrienne Rich

Ever fresh! The freshest ever fresh ever! drinking is good when it comes to you... ever of the fresh that's what you do quench my thirst from beginning to end the freshest ever fresh ever i love you i do for my dresser would be naked without you for he wouldn't get my $$ if it wasn't for you the freshest ever fresh ever makes me smile oh yes you do! i love you! ever fresh ever fresh oh what a ever fresh! ever fresh oh what a ever fresh!  **Sonnet** //To you!// I want to know that this love will stay I sometimes feel trapped and scared Like you'll just leave and walkaway I want to know that you care so deeply That you'll hold ma heart with yours so tight That if i ever fall behind you'll never let me down easily I love you i love you i do all through the night I keep your feelings in ma pocket and i wonder if you do the same Do you love me enough to protect them through the stormy weather and rain Eternity goes on and on but can we out do so? I want to love this love between us even if God says its time for us to go What we have we will never understand but your heart comprehends me and with that WE stand I love you i do and i want you to know,that even if i may not say so i do love you so

//Graduation //! Listening to the excitement when they walked Saw the success in the flowers you held. Read the tears,like a picture book,your eyes said it all Tastes the applauds anxiously waiting to break out. Looking at you,everyone else just a blur..you clear as the human eye The best gift of all...seeing you smile and sing along to our rehearsed tunes I felt complete to make you delighted with my success Listening to the cameras flash. Watching the pianist play the scripted piece. Seeing you 20 feet away felt like miles As she called my name and handed me my token to move forward in life. All in one day At the end ....you hugged tight and i held on tighter....like letting go didn't exist Your kisses and rejoice fullness was priceless,just like love. For i love days like this,
 * Praise Poem**

//Where i want to be!// Since feelings are first then i'll be zero Dismissed like counting from 1-100 the zero is there but just not seen or heard no value.no existence Since feelings are first then i don't want to be second like counting from 2-100 confusion,misunderstanding lost at sea Since feelings are first then where do i stand? Where am i placed? by your side,behind you, next to you or away from you Since feelings are first then tell me i'm not last like counting from 1-100 at 100,your tired out of breath,wanting to stop and never do it again exhausted, Since feelings are first then i'll be negative Like counting from -1-100 whats the point? it doesn't really make a difference.. right?
 * Riff**

By Langston Hughes**
 * Po' Boy Blues

When i was home de Sunshine seemed like gold When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold Since I come up North de Whole damn world's turned cold

I was a good boy Never done no wrong Yes,I was a good boy But this world is weary An' de road is hard an' long

I fell in love with gal I thought was kind Fell in love with A gal i thought was kind She made me lose ma money An' almost lose ma mind

Weary,weary Weary early in de morn Weary,weary Early,early in de morn I's so wary I wish i'd never been born

World War II By Langston Hughes**
 * Over There

Dear Fellow Americans, I write this letter Moping times will be better When this war Is through I'm a Tan-Skinned Yank Driving a tank I ask, WILL V-DAY BE ME -DAY TOO?

I wear a U.S uniform I've done the enemy much harm, I've driven back The Germans and the Japs, From Burma to the Rhine. On every battle line, I've dropped defeat Into the Fascists' laps

I am a Negro American Out to defend my land Army,Navy,Air Corps-- I am there. I take munitions through, I fight--or stevedore,too. I face death the same as you do Everywhere.

I've seen my buddy lying Where he fell. I've watched him dying I promised him that i would try To make our land a land Where his son could be a man-- And there'd be no Jim Crow birds Left in our sky

By Langston Hughes**
 * Life is Fine

I went down to the river, I set down on the back I tried to think but couldn't So i jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn't a-been so cold I might've sunk and died But it was Cold in that water! It was cold! I took the elevator Sixteen floors above the ground, I thought about my baby And thought I would jump down

I stood there and i hollered! I stood there and i cried! If i hadn't a-been so high I might've jumped and died. But it was High up there! It was high! So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' i was born

Though you may hear me holler, And you may see my cry-- I'll be dogged,sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.

Life i fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!


 * //Analysis//**


 * "Po Boy Blues"** talks about how when he lived back home life was good and how everyday was perfect with the sunshine and all.Then when he moved up north things seemed dull and weary and life wasn't as good like home.He probably was a slave when he was a child because he said in the poem,lines 7 and 8 probably meant that he was being treated unfairly for no reason at all.Then he starts to talk about a girl that he meant and how he fell in love with her and how kind she was.Being around/with her made him almost lose his mind and money and how life,probably after her was very weary for him


 * "Life is Fine"** probably tells a story about Hughes' childhood memories.How he probably did some stupid things that could have killed him.Or maybe he was unsatisfied with life or unhappy at a point in time and wanted to commit suicide or something.Then as he wrote the poem reminiscing on his childhood,he realized that either he is grateful for the fact that he didn't die,or that his attempts for death weren't worth his life.


 * "Over There"** tells a story about hoe Hughes was probably forced into the Army because of his color.He probably was writing a farewell letter about everything he had witnessed such as his friends dying.He also described his self and his duty in the army.The reason why i say it is farewell letter type of poem is because the tone seems to be written in a way where if he where to die today then he would be satisfied with where he stood in his life.The people in the Army probably weren't being treated fair because i noticed that lines 8 and 9 was in bold letters,with V-day meaning "Victory Day".Maybe he just didn't want to be in the Army because it was too much of a life and death situation

From the three poems that I have read so far and the previous ones that i ave encountered,lot of Langston Hughes' poems seem to be very distinctive with his thoughts.The three poems above are very easy to understand and tel little stories about things he went through in his life.
 * //Conclusion//**