Morgan+Craig-Williams

 **My Poetry **  Poetry to me can be filled with emotion or just plain fun, it can tell a story or write one. Poetry to me can climb mountains, swim in oceans, and make people smile and laugh, or cry and sob. It can give you the feeling of being serene or make you want to run a marathon. There are so many things that poetry can do for you and that you could do with poetry. Nothing to big or small can critic whether your poetry is good or not. I love poetry, when I read a new poem for some reason I automatically think about my life, or in what cases this poem may relate to. Poetry to me doesn’t have to have a certain amount of syllables or lines, a set type of rhythm or even the right punctuation. Poetry to me can be a bunch of dead words on a page, but when you put them together, they can speak louder than any form of structure. My Poems Ode to Peaceful Evenings = = = =  Calm, sweet, meant for me kind to my ears and warm to the touch setting sun beaming past the horizon shadowing me in the calm and quiet breeze I wish you would stay forever but I understand your time is limited Looking out into the distance thinking about whats to come talking to the silent evening more that just a friend with a listening ear Without response which makes me wonder more why you put me at such ease Why do you calm my troubles and deplete the pain of confusion Why do you make my worries disappear in your cool air I don't know why, and I don't know the answer. But i like it. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =  

  One Passion  Music is my passion and I love it The beat is so unique the rhythm to Music is my passion and I love it I jump to my feet when I hear music Music is my passion and I love it

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I am walking with my personality on blast, goals set and my mind on more than the future type female Asking questions like how and why I can and can't find a way to get away from stereotypical Americans using differences as ways to contradict others like me

Strong, not for games, not conceited because I know ain’t nothing perfect about me, but I’m definitely not and never will be insecure type female. Hate drama, and when they say the whole calm cool and collected phrase, they talking bout me.

Watching the world past between the air and my eyes, realizing how cruel my world is until things become more than obscure type female. Always messing up, making mistakes, told something over and over but it still it doesn't click.

Sometimes just getting the impulse to write until my wrist falls off, drawing until my hands become numb, things that become painful that I endure type female. The best days are the days I’m alone, in peace, serene finding myself staring at blank paper just to think about what may happen tomorrow.

Being called a ho by a female so close when I know at heart I'm not for these little knucklehead boys because I'm a way to pure type female. Called disobedient, hardheaded and things, I like boys and I'd admit some things I did was a little out of hand.

Aware of HIV and Std's, pregnancies, innocent children without fathers, or well deserving kids with fucked up dumb young parents who didn't wait for their quick 10min of pleasure. So Ill Pass on that lure type female Judged not by the things I do, but the people I'm around. I am never regretful because I believe that everything happens for a reason.

Things are just not that different from you or me, he or she... him, her... they... it ...damn. In the background analyzing things like that, but perceived as demure type female. Major in a little way because I’m me, unique, special, Rare, Morgan aka Moe and I’m the only one of my type, type female.

<span style="font-size: 126%; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; display: block;">My Poet: Shel Silverstein <span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shel Silverstein was born on September 25, 1930 in Chicago, Illinois and began writing and drawing at a young age. He became a cartoonist, playwright, poet, performer, recording artist, and Grammy-winning, Oscar-nominated songwriter. <span style="display: block; text-align: center; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Silverstein is best known as the author of iconic books of prose and poetry for young readers. His works include such modern classics as //Lafcadio: The Lion Who Shot Back// (1963), //The Giving Tree// (1964), //A Giraffe and a Half// (1964), //The Missing Piece// (1976), and //The Missing Piece Meets the Big O// (1981). His immensely popular poetry collections are //Where the Sidewalk Ends//, a 1974 Michigan Young Readers Award winner; //A Light in the Attic//, recipient of the School Library Journal Best Books Award in 1982; //Falling Up// (1996); and //Don’t Bump the Glump! And Other Fantasies//, which was originally published in 1963 and reissued in 2008. //Runny Babbit//, a posthumous poetry collection of spoonerisms, was conceived and completed before his death. Silverstein’s books, which he also illustrated, are characterized by a deft mixing of the sly and the serious, the macabre, and the just plain silly. His unique imagination and bold brand of humor is beloved by countless adults and children throughout the world. He died in May 1999.

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<span style="display: block; text-align: center; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">**Forgotten Language** I like this poem it reminds me of childhood, when there was not a care in the world and everything was peaceful. My favorite line in this poem is "Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said." I think Shel was trying to portray the picture of innocence, like a child. When a child would run threw a field of flowers pick one and take it home, and that would be there best friend. Things like that make us want to go back to our childhood days.

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<span style="display: block; text-align: center; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> **<span style="font-size: 170%; text-align: center; display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; display: block;">The Toucan **This poem is so unique, I like the way he wrote this. Basically if you can rhyme you can follow along with the poem's scheme. It seems so adolescent but it is also one of a kind. Shel Silverstein is known for his individual writing skill, he is so talented.

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