Danielle+Duncan

toc "If I read a book it makes me whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know it is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know this is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?"-Emily Dickinson

The reason I relate to this quote id because there is a certain vibe that ou get when your reading poetry, deep or not that you just don't get when reading a book or an article. It feels like it's part of some kind of divine poetry network.



Ode To Tetris
Four blocks. Four blocks. Four blocks. Four Blocks. No! I didn’t mean to put you there but I still appreciate your contribution. O Tetris lord, give me the blue one that goes one over. A straight line is all I need. ALL I NEED. Are you serious? Do you want to destroy me? But it’s okay… I’ll still play you when Ms. Pahomov is not looking. All Tetris is different School Tetris you are special in your own way. The time goes by that much quicker when you’re around. But I prefer Tetris friends at home. You can use the space bar. Geez. I lost Level 16 I’m going to go play Bubble Shooter.

Sonnet
My brain boils when I always see him chase. Her, brown skin, brown eyes, coca cola shape. I have been here I want some good embrace. But, I am a lady so I won’t scrape.

I wonder if you notice me from far. I can try to stay close to where you are. My love flows like a water reservoir It seems pretty crazy, pretty bizarre.

Love notes can’t express how I truly feel I want to let you know my love is real. You can always come here for a hot meal. Good food for you is your Achilles’ heel.

Just so you know my love is very true I wrote this good heartfelt poem for you

Ghazal
My dad and my mum conflicted with their relationship, with their children But I can’t say a word because it’s a secret.

Whispers in the hallways, phrases like daggers But I pretend like it was never heard because it’s a secret

Potential overflowing, not knowing of the peaks that she can climb Wings held down like a captured bird because it’s a secret

Do what they do, think how they think, wear what they wear Why do we stampede like a herd? I don’t know, it’s a secret

Going against society standing up for your rights be your own person That’s completely absurd, we have to carry on this secret

Bitch slut whore smeez, what do you have to be to be successful? Maybe you should be a nerd, how? I don’t know it’s a secret.

Civil wars, language barriers, apartheid Why has this occurred? It’s the governments secret.

Global warming, 6/6/06, December 21st 2012 All this talk of the end of world, no one knows it’s the world’s secret.

Too much work, too much school, too much future It’s all touching my last nerve, the key to success, it’s a secret.

My thoughts my minds, my way to change the world Through media through radio it will all be transferred. It’s no longer Danielle’s secret



Denise Duhamel Analysis
“When all else fails, just hold each other.” In the mist of awkwardness in a poem about the sexual encounter of exchanging body parts between Barbie and Ken dolls, there is this one line italicized, her main point, and her alternate motive. Denis Duhamel is 47 and teaches creative writing and literature at Florida International University. She is a poet. Her poems illustrate very simple and shallow actions, while simultaneously trying to pursue her alternate motive of making people think about their own personal way of being.

“The perfect voter has a smile but no eyes, maybe not even a nose or hair on his or her toes, maybe not even a single sperm cell, ovum, little paramecium.” This line comes her poem called //Exquisite Politics// and inside of the poem she is explaining how you cannot find a person that can vote for the wellbeing of everyone rather than the wellbeing of themselves. So she is describing the perfect voter as a clump of cells and that all she can do is try for what is right. She is very conscious of her surroundings and shows that she is in need for change.

“There is no self/Barbie agrees, but wonders how a man with such a belly could pose, smiling, and without a shirt.” In //Buddhist Barbie// Duhamel she is saying that Barbie relates to an Indian philosopher in his points of view. The reader can take from this that media is trying to be as inspirational, for monetary reasons, but in these futile events, the superficial mindset is shining through.

“I've bought a condom for each one of your fingers. /just a minute--Open up. I'll help you put this one on, over your tongue. /If we leave these two rolled, you can wear them as patches over your eyes.” In the beginning of this poem, //Buying Stock// she has a quote from the surgeon general saying that condoms aren’t completely safe and that it is possible that people can contract diseases from kissing. Duhamel is trying to get the point across that what happened to trust, and closeness between two people during a sensual experience, and that people are over-reacting about the safety complex and love making is losing it’s simplicity.

Denis Duhamel is an extraordinary writer who makes readers think about the world surrounding them. Her way is different and complex in every poem that she write and her poems have a way in speaking to me.

Buying Stock
"...The use of condoms offers //substantial// protection, but does not guarantee //total// protection and that while there is no evidence that deep kissing has resulted in transfer of the virus, no one can say that such transmission would be absolutely impossible." --The Surgeon General, 1987

code I know you won't mind if I ask you to put this on. It's for your protection as well as mine--Wait. Wait. Here, before we rush into anything I've bought a condom for each one of your fingers. And here-- just a minute--Open up. I'll help you put this one on, over your tongue. I was thinking: If we leave these two rolled, you can wear them as patches over your eyes. Partners have been known to cry, shed tears, bodily fluids, at all this trust, at even the thought of this closeness. code

Buddhist Barbie
code In the 5th century B.C. an Indian philosopher Gautama teaches "All is emptiness" and "There is no self." In the 20th century A.D. Barbie agrees, but wonders how a man with such a belly could pose, smiling, and without a shirt. code

Exquisite Politics
code The perfect voter has a smile but no eyes, maybe not even a nose or hair on his or her toes, maybe not even a single sperm cell, ovum, little paramecium. Politics is a slug copulating in a Poughkeepsie garden. Politics is a grain of rice stuck in the mouth of a king. I voted for a clump of cells, anything to believe in, true as rain, sure as red wheat. I carried my ballots around like smokes, pondered big questions, resources and need, stars and planets, prehistoric languages. I sat on Alice's mushroom in Central Park, smoked longingly in the direction of the mayor's mansion. Someday I won't politic anymore, my big heart will stop loving America and I'll leave her as easy as a marriage, splitting our assets, hoping to get the advantage before the other side yells: //Wow!// America, Vespucci's first name and home of free and brave, //Te amo.//

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Self-Analysis
am not sure what kind of poet I am. I do know what I am not, I am not traditional I am not bounds by any language structures, and I am incapable of coming up with genius when given a prompt. I write from the heart and I write what I know. In my poems I do enjoy a rhyme now and then, but I live for the song-like flow that pours out during presentation. I follow most grammatical structures and most of poetry is easily related to. Since the beginning of this unit I have been not writing that much poetry and usually write poems when I am going through emotional distress. Music is my inspiration; a lot of my poems had gotten transferred with music in the background and turned into songs. The content of my poems recently have been rooted with relationships because mid-teens social awkwardness and getting to know you as well as trying to keep up with the trends that includes never being alone. My poetry is a mirror of myself.