Kai+Farrell

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feeds upon thought, feeling, impulse,**
 * "The poem
 * to breed itself."-Robert Duncan**

=**__My Poems__**=

**Ode to Christmas**
At Christmas we see Flashing lights, Green and red And falling snow On trees.

Families together Having fun With each other Enjoying the winter breeze.

We have Hot chocolate Apple cider Cookies And a fire

This is Christmas to me.

**(Untitled Sonnet)**
To live a life of danger is so bad You won’t know when you will perish and die However, the key is not to go mad By not living your life as a false lie

Have you ever seen a person in pain? Get ready for it will be your first time You wont ever want to see it again You will never get back your tingling chime

Tomorrow you depart into the world Hopefully you’ll stay at least for a week Maybe you will last long and be bold With any luck you won’t become a freak

It is now time for me to say goodbye I now look you one last time in the eye

**Yo Ghazal**
I was walking down the street, yo Hopping on my feet, yo

I went in to a corner store to buy a bag of chips Cause I was hungry and I had to get something to eat, yo

I looked at the guy behind the counter He said he went by the name of Pete, yo

He told me it would cost 99 cents I reached in my pocket to get the money from the person who I robbed and beat, yo

I looked at my watch to check the time “Can you hurry up dude, there’s someone who I have got to meet, yo”

I ran as fast as I could to the place I got there two minutes early so I took a seat, yo

Then the guy showed up And said “you are a cheat, yo”

He pulled out a weapon And I knew I would taste defeat, yo

I was angry like Polyphemus from the Odyssey I feeling the heat, yo

To my surprise he handed me the sword Told me “Kai Farrell you are now complete, yo”

=__**About my poetry**__=

I thought that my Sonnet was a great test for me to figure out how to make rhythm to any kind of a poem. It could not be as long or short as I wanted. It had to have fourteen lines and each line had to include ten syllables. In addition to that, I had to give the poem an ABAB type rhyme scheme. The challenge was giving the poem meaning with all of these requirements that it had. I’m not really sure how much sense it made in the end as a story, but that’s okay because all of the lines were similar and kind of saying the same things just in different ways. Also, poetry dose not always have to make sense. Some of the best poems make no sense at all. Like “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams. It’s a way of expressing abstract emotions and telling whoever reads your poem that it is a piece of art. If the poem does make sense, it might not be as interesting so therefore you won’t think about it too much. I think that the purpose of poetry and all forms of art is to make people think about what the artist was thinking when he or she wrote. For this reason I believe that my Sonnet is the best of my three poems.

=__**William Blake**__= William Blake was an English poet and painter. He was not recognized or known about during his lifetime. However, he is now considered to be an influential figure in the history of both poetry and the visual arts of the romantic age. One of the reason’s why I picked William Blake to be the poet on my Wikispace was because I thought that his style of poetry is very different from my own. He kind of tells a story through his poetry whereas mine kind of describes a situation. In “A Poison Tree” he describes his feelings towards his friend and his hatred for him gradually grows. One of the best things about this is the fact that in his poems he does not clearly state what he is trying to say, he uses poetic language, but it is not hard to understand what he’s saying at all. In his poem “London” he describes the darkness of it. He never says that it’s straight out bad. But you can’t really be sure. Maybe he really likes London but he just wanted to explore the darkness of it. The thing about this poem is that it makes sense and is understandable, you can just never know exactly what he was thinking at the time when he wrote this poem. I don’t really understand the poem “Little Lamb” at all. I think that it’s about Jesus. At the end of the poem there is a line that says “Little lamb, God bless thee!” Maybe Jesus is supposed to be the lamb. I don’t know very much about the bible but I once heard that a lamb is a symbol of Jesus in churches. This poem is probably trying to say that the lamb is living a hard life but it needs to be strong like Jesus.

The Lamb
code Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I'll tell thee; Little lamb, I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild, He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little lamb, God bless thee! Little lamb, God bless thee!

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London
code I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every blackning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new-born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

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A Poison Tree
code I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears Night and morning with my tears, And I sunned it with smiles And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning, glad, I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree. code