Autherline+Bowen

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“Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.”//- Charles Simic This quote is trying to say that even though poetry shows emotions and past experience but it is not the same as experiencing the pain and heartache.

In my ode to shoes, I talk about my numerous numbers of shoes and what my shoe related goals are. “My goal is to have 1,000 pairs of you before my 20th birthday. In my room you stand out the most then others. And I’m so grateful to have you in my life today.” My main goal for shoes is to have many pairs of shoes. I love shoes because they are the best invention in the world. They complete your outfit. My sonnet is entitled sonnet to money. In it, I talk about what happens when your running. I try to give a vivid description of what its like running. “My breath is hampered, my face is bright red. My legs are becoming weak and useless, And now my hair is matted to my head, From all my gross sweating I look a mess. The hills seem to grow with each step of mine, the wind whips my legs, as the cold grows worse.” From being on the track team I daily experience these harsh conditions and I felt very obligated to share my feelings with the reader. In my last poem, “ That’s the truth” I talk about being many things, both good and bad. I made it like im having a conversation explaining that I am just me but I can be anything I want to be. “Look at me and tell me what you see. I am everything anyone ever wanted to be. That’s the truth. Give me a pen and pad, I am the greatest novelist around, you can see. That’s the truth. Put a fake chain around my neck, I can become a real gangsta G. That’s the truth. Give me a microscope, I am a scientist that’s making the cure to what your great great grands might have in three thousand three. That’s the truth. Give me a gun. I become a weapon that’s setting on destroying your family. That’s the truth.” In the past, many people have asked me what I would like to be in the future. And I have always wanted to be a pediatrician or a fashion designer. But at the same time a realize that the future cant be decided in the present. So I am reassuring everyone that whatever happens in life, I will always be me.
 * Analysis'**

__**Ode**__

You are one invention that will never go to waste. You deserve the award for best man made item. If you were a food you would have the best taste. Because I have so many of you people think that I have a problem. I tell them with out you my style would be incomplete. I can’t even imagine my life without you. You are just so perfect that not even a pink dress can compete. If I woke up one day and all of you were gone I will be really blue. I’m just glad that I can afford to have you in all colors. My goal is to have 1,000 pairs of you before my 20th birthday. In my room you stand out the most then others. And I’m so grateful to have you in my life today.
 * Ode to shoes**


 * __Sonnet__**

My breath is hampered, my face is bright red. My legs are becoming weak and useless, And now my hair is matted to my head, From all my gross sweating I look a mess. The hills seem to grow with each step of mine, The wind whips my legs, as the cold grows worse. I concentrate on the sidewalks cracked lines. Blood pumps through my veins, my heart is the source. When I run my world quickly whizzes by. Running lets me contemplate my troubles, My options seem to extend to the sky. Running down the hill my slow pace doubles. I start to head home, looking for my street, Cleansing mind and body, running is a retreat.
 * Sonnet to running**

__**Ghatzel**__
 * That’s the truth.**

Look at me and tell me what you see. I am everything anyone ever wanted to be. That’s the truth.

Give me a pen and pad, I am the greatest novelist around, you can see. That’s the truth.

Put a fake chain around my neck I can become a real gangsta G. That’s the truth.

Give me a microscope I am a scientist that’s making the cure to what your great great grands might have in three thousand three. That’s the truth.

Give me a gun. I become a weapon that’s setting on destroying your family. That’s the truth.

Give me the mike. I am making the best music around, rocking the house down with a beat. That’s the truth.

Give me a big belly. I’ll be yelling at the Father that probably denies what’s inside me. That’s the truth.

Give me computer I am designing the program that will teach our new children to count to three. That’s the truth.

Give me a drug I am going to be standing on the corner smoking and talking to the invisible guy in the seat. That’s the truth.

Give me some hope. I am going to take my dreams and run. Run till the sky is below my feet. That’s the truth.

Give me nothing but doubt. You’ll get what you paid for. I’ll go nowhere except to I might go to sleep. That’s the truth.

Give me a good life. When I become wealthy I’ll pay you back for all the treats. That’s the truth.

Give me stress and strife. I’ll make you think that hell is a better place to be. That’s the truth.

There are a multitude of things In this world that I could decide to be. That’s the truth.

But first you have to see That I am Autherline Bowen, and im just me…That’s the truth.

By: Eric W. Peters (dedicated to huggie bear) That’s me!**
 * __Another poem I find interesting__**
 * You Are My Definition

There are times to live and there are times to die. There’s time for happiness and there’s times to cry. What is love exactly? It has no meaning to its term, something so undefined for a four-letter word. It may not have a meaning but it does have a feeling. If it ends in heart beak give it time for healing. The first person you think of in the morning and the last person you think of at night, It brightens your day when the person is in your sight. Love is you in my dictionary I don’t know what it is, I would sacrifice my body in order for you to live. Is this love? Is this my heart’s desire from the heavens above. Yet the burning of hell’s fire, You’re god’s gift to me a blessing from an angle my future wife to be.

__//**My poet-Maya Angelo**//__ Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She grew up in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas. She is an author, poet, historian, songwriter, playwright, dancer, stage and screen producer, director, performer, singer, and civil rights activist. Maya Angelou poems are simply amazing. The three poems I read was Still I rise and Alone, and Remembrance. Still I rise shows how no matter what comes her way she still rise. Through her ups and downs she still rises. “You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies, you may trod me in the very dirt but still, like dust, I'll rise.” The fist time I read Still I Rise I fell in love with it. It was so amazing that I read it eight times. I got hooked on the flow of her words. I also love the way she rhymes. Alone is also a great poem it talks about how nobody can make it out all alone. I think this means that even though we may think that we don’t need anybody and that we can do thing all by ourselves the truth is we can we need each other to get through life. We need each other for strength and for support to each other going. She shows how it is important to know that nobody can make it out alone by repeating the last two lines f the over and over again. Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Remembrance shows how Maya Angelou feels when she thinks about her past. And how it isn’t the same no matter how she thinks about the things they did together and how things were. She realizes that being in the person’s presence is much better. I also like this poem because I like the use of her words.
 * Autobiography and Poem analysis**

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.
 * Alone**

Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.
 * Still I Rise**

Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press above me, glowing, spouting readiness, mystery rapes my reason
 * Remembrance**

When you have withdrawn your self and the magic, when only the smell of your love lingers between my breasts, then, only then, can I greedily consume your presence.