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**"Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you -- like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist -- or else it is nothing..." By: F. Scott Fitzgerald**

__**Ode To the Only Lady Love of My Life**__ The tears They flew Like birds on a winter burn They flew landing On the targeted placement of my cheeks And She touched my hand So gently so calm So loving So reassuring The only touch I’d ever long for From the tears to the billionth smile I was rewarded She was there Both the cause and the supporter And the day I fell in love The second I knew Was the moment I weaved Sacrifice into her life Was knowing that I’ve made her life twice as hard First with trimesters of pain To a true labor of Literally blood and tears From the soft brushing of my tangled mangled hair To the tears I made her cry When I roared out Disappointment and pain Anger and selfishness All towards her because I was too much of a coward to Confront my fear A fear to love what loved me more than life Itself More than blood to veins Then breeze to happiness More than life to death

The day I was sure I fell in love Was when I pottered that gleam that glistens in her eyes Proud to say I was guilty of that The day I fell in love was when She was the only one who can make me Love Laugh And live The day I fell in love Was when “ I love you” Was the symphony to my joy The carol to my smile And the beat to my heart

Since that day The day I fell in love With the greatest woman in the world Second to God And First to love Since that day I’ve given her a name To hold the meaning And cradle the warmth This name has gone down in history Nationally and Internationally And that name Is Mom.

Lady, how sweet your embiance a glow So fair a love that glistens and a flow No man can complete nor women nor child The ocean it glisten as well, but mild It is, mild and frail, never compare such, Like giants to an inch or love to hate Because this is so pure and wild not enough To just say it's a goddess but a lord Lord of land and ruler of the accord Your above all literally foreal If you did'nt exist my soul would burn For your warmth we as a people yearn Beauty of this curse can not be undone But this I thank all above for the sun
 * (Sonnet) Lord of Land**

I only wish to be freed forever Instead of a wish granted I bleed forever
 * (Ghazal)** __**Being Me**__

I try to run and hide from the feeling inside Instead I find someone to mislead forever

I try to be honest and not steal from those whom I love But I find myself in the mist of greed forever

I try to stay true to myself but Instead my dignity and pride are keyed forever

I try to be strong and keep my head up But I always fall for what/who I think I need forever

I try to stay clean and avoid the intervened But instead I turn for comfort and weed forever

I try to help and do what's right Instead I always regret the last horrid deed forever

I try to strive high and be Ms. Hotshot Instead I rule my life with the failed vision to succeed forever

I try to be thankful my parents bore me as a child But instead I regret that i was anyone's seed forever

I just try to be Onjelique or Onji But neither seem to be freed forever

Writing the Ode was one of my favorite poems to write, it was called “Ode to the Only Lady Love of My Life.” I decided to devote to my mom, but I wrote it in a deceiving style. In the beginning, the title even, I drop the impression that I’m talking about an actual girl whom I fell in with, but towards the end I begin to drop hints that it was my mom. The general commentary of Odes, I have must respect for them because they are often unique and hey show appreciation for things that don’t usually have enough of it. The literacy strategy for the Ode was not hard at all since I am used to writing poetry already, it was exactly the same as writing a free-written poem with uncommon formation. It is a relatively easy poem to form. I would definitely choose to write another Ode very soon. The sonnet I wrote was called “Lord of the Land,” this was a difficult poem to write because it was such a strict set-up. I think it would have been easier to write if it didn’t have to rhyme, but it was still relatively easy to write…for me. Many people had trouble creating a sonnet that followed the set-up of it. I think what made it hard for them was that they were thinking about it too hard. Though I still think it was to many restrictions. But for me the literacy strategy was to find something to write about, and then use some old English to help it flow and use less or more syllables. Another strategy was to count as you come up with the poem so that you can get the correct amount of syllables, or you can use smaller words to spread it out a bit. All-in-all sonnets are better for old English writers and people who are bound to rules when writing. The Ghanzal poem I wrote was entitled “Being Me.” This poem is one of my favorites out of the three because it is truly how I feel sometimes, and it’s relatable to most readers. The ghanzal didn’t have as many restrictions, which made it easier to write. For general commentary on the style of ghanza, I think it has much potential as to who can write it, because it seems very wide-spread and easy for anyone. This kind of poem is also one of the poems I’d definitely write again.
 * My Poems:**

Langston Hughes is a very well-known and historic poet. Though that is not how he started off; he grew up in Missouri with his grandparents until he was 13 and his dad left him and moved to Mexico. When he moved to Illinois to be with his mother and her husband, he began to write poetry. This is where is wonderful work began, he went to college at Columbia University and published his first poetry book, "The Weary Blues." In the poem "The Weary Blues" by historical and well-known poet Langston Hughes, it speaks about a man singing the blues. //"Ain't got nobody in all this world, Ain't got nobody but ma self. I's gwine to quit ma frownin', And put ma troubles on the shelf."// The Blues man sings a lyric that that touches the reader in more than one way. For instance the phrase "//And put ma troubles on the shelf,"// it's saying to look on the brighter side and to like literally put you worries on the shelf and don't pick them back up until you ready to finish the novel, something people know they still need to learn to do. This phrase alone is what makes the poem popular and very powerful. In the poem "Night Funeral in Harlem" Langston Hughes right a heart warming poem about a young boy's death in Harlem. //"At his corner Shined just like a tear-- That boy that they was mournin' Was so dear, so dear To them folks that brought the flowers, To that girl who paid the preacher man-- It was all their tears that made That poor boy's Funeral grand."// This particular stanza what makes the poem meaningful is the end where it says "//It was all their tears that made, That poor boy's, Funeral grand,"// because it shows that whoever the boy was, he was greatly loved and the tears of the people is what hold the significance of the whole funeral. It is a very true statement as well as powerful because when people have home-goings the main thing that makes the corpse so loved is the tear shed for that person. Amoungst all of the poems Langston Hughes has written this is one of my ultimate favorite poems, "Let America Be America Again." This poem talks about the dream America is suppose to hold, and how we need to get back the values America started off with. //"Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!"// This is the ending of the poem and it shows the reader that even back in History you have gangsters who need to get their lives straight, the rapist and thieves and liars, etc. who need to take their freedom and live it the way America intended them to. As the poem ends off it is saying to to bring back what we made America to be, free.
 * Langston Hughes**
 * //The Weary Blues// **
 *  //Night Funeral in Harlem// **
 * Let America Be America Again**

Langston Hughes is one reason why I always loved poetry. He has a style the varies but still reaches out to many in different ways. These are only a few of the poems that hold much meaning in life. One thing that is greatly admired about Langston Hughes is that his poems are from love to hate, freedom and enslavement, and to every other thing you can think of. He is a true poet that inspires even the uninspired.