WHY I AM MEPoetry is not my strong suit. I do not write it well nor do I explain whatothers have written well. However, I do like to read classic poems andepic pieces. I thoroughly enjoyed, The Summoning of Everyman which Iknow is a play but encompasses poetry that I do enjoy.I perceive here in my majesty,How that all the creatures be to me unkind,Living without dread in worldly prosperity:Of ghostly sight the people be so blind,Drowned in sin, they know me not for their God;In worldly riches is all their mind,
They fear not my rightwiseness, the sharp rod;My law that I shewed, when I for them died,They forget clean, and shedding of my blood red;I hanged between two, it cannot be denied;To get them life I suffered to be dead.I also enjoyed John Donne, No Man is an Island which I willdiscus later my blog. Any poetry I have written will be verysimple and to the point. I do not mix words well nor do I feelthe need to be lengthy or apologetic. In this blog that I havecreated and will be dedicating to my mother I want to showher I have become a strong, independent man with a thirstfor knowledge and an unlimited future. She has given me somany options in life that I cannot begin to thank her enough.I am the man I am simply because she guaranteed my successfrom day one.
WHY THIS WAY?The following poems I have written over the last few months thinking entirely of the person youmolded me to be. I am strong, independent and a self – thinker. I have grown to a point where Ido not need you everyday but none the less, I want your guidance and all you can give me. I amready to embark on life and venture into adulthood. You have prepared me well for the futureand I am ready to fly. One of the happiest days you have had in the last fe months is holdingbaby Sydney and I see the love and grace in your face you must have felt every time you held me.Thank you mom.
POEMS FOR MOM Three Birds GRANT In the early morning Three birds arrive Grand and powerful It is the beginning Right with God and himself Of feeling alive Always a friend Spring comes with a whisper Brightening the land Never an enemy Everyone can prosper Tomorrow will come and he will be When they work and plan betterThe three birds come each day Looking for food They scurry and playAnd remind all that life is good
POEMS FOR MOM CONTINUED I Can Limerick about Savannah I can be number one There was a dog named SavannahI must simply get it done And every day she ate bananas I will practice and play When she was done Until the day She trotted off for funWhen the crowd knows And finished her day in the sun That I am close To becoming the best And leaving the rest Behind….
POEMS MORE AND MORE Haiku - Trees Race Boys The trees in the yard Twenty cars on the trackAre green with envy and grace The drivers never look backThey bloom to shade the grass Into the turns they slide Running side by side The winner receives the glory He becomes the story Nineteen drivers retreat They will try again next week
INTO MY OWNInto My Own- Robert Frost 1913One of my wishes is that those dark trees,So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,Were not, as twere, the merest mask of gloom,But stretched away unto the edge of doom.I should not be withheld but that some dayInto their vastness I should steal away,Fearless of ever finding open land,Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.I do not see why I should eer turn back,Or those should not set forth upon my trackTo overtake me, who should miss me hereAnd long to know if still I held them dear.They would not find me changed from him the knew--Only more sure of all I though was true.
EXPLANATIONThis is one of Robert Frost’s earliest poems and is written in a form that Frost became knownfor later in life. In this poem Frost shows great poetic form, imagery, metaphor and rhyme. Forexample, imagery, the use of the trees and the building of the trees as forest with no break forthe audience to see through. Frost is building in the reader’s mind an unbreakable line that onecan disappear into and not be seen again. The trees are also a metaphor for a mask. Masks oftenhide the true character of what is behind and the trees are mask of doom or maybe they are amask for the escape of the young boy. I chose this poem because I felt it was about a young boy that sees an opportunity tochange where he is in life and become who he wants to be. He sees the line of the trees as anopportunity to enter a new stage and rid himself of his previously life. When Frost says, ―Theywould not find me changed from the him they knew‖ he is saying, I won’t be changed inappearance but I will be more sure of who I am true. This means he is changing his person andhis thoughts but on the outside he will appear the same. In the line, ―Fearless of ever finding open land‖ Frost is telling the audience that theboy is not afraid to be open and to expose himself. He is willing to enter the doom to become abetter person when he emerges.
NO MAN IS AN ISLANDNo Man is an IslandNo man is an island entire of itself; every manis a piece of the continent, a part of the main;if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europeis the less, as well as if a promontory were, aswell as any manner of thy friends or of thineown were; any mans death diminishes me,because I am involved in mankind.And therefore never send to know for whomthe bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
EXPLANATIONNo man is an island is one of my favorite poems. I believe this poem was written by John Donneas a message to his readers that you cannot conquer the world, your kingdom or even your lifealone. Everyone needs someone and what happens to others always has an effect on you. Whenhe writes in line one, ― No man is an island entire of itself ‖ he is setting the stage and mood forthe rest of this poem. He is saying that everybody needs someone. Every man is reliant onpeople, places, and things outside of their own life.―If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less‖ I think John was stating that if yourneighbors are hurting or their life is diminished in any way you will feel the impact. Life occursoutside of you and your individual world but ultimately you feel the difference. I believe the poetis describing the theory that there are just six degrees of separation between any two people.Those at any given time events occurring to others will eventually get back to you and connect toyou.The last phrase, ―And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee‖ isprobably one of the most telling lines ever written. When your time comes to experience achange or your life is ending the exact moment is not known until it occurs. When a life departsthis earth the impact of that loss of life reaches further than many may ever know.
I AM NOBODY I am Nobody- Emily Dickenson Im Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then theres a pair of us!Dont tell! theyd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog –To tell ones name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
EXPLANATION I’m nobody by Emily Dickenson is one of my favorite poems. Although it isshort I find it to be so telling of the life the author lived. During her time, she wasan unknown. She did not gain popularity and success until well after her death.She was basically a nobody. Emily had a very surprising way of writing, she likedto shock her readers. For instance, she writes‖ How public like a frog‖ normallyfrogs are not considered to be public so reading it at first is very comical but in theend makes so much sense. The author is saying to the addressee‖ who are you?‖ Are you a nobodytoo? If the addresses sys yes, then the two are pair of nobodies. The author likedto live her life is private and keep her name to herself. She did not wish to put hername out there like the frog croaking in the bog. What she is saying is that frogsare very public and the constantly croak their identity to the rest of the swamp.They must be known at all times. This is a poem about a person that wishes to livetheir life in simplicity and remain hidden and very much happy in their private life.
DO NOT GO GENTLEDo not go gentle into that good night, Wild men who caught and sang the sun inOld age should burn and rave at close of day; flight,Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Grave men, near death, who see with blindingBecause their words had forked no lightning they sightDo not go gentle into that good night. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, And you, my father, there on the sad height,Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
EXPLANATION ―Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night‖ a poem written by Dylan Thomas is written about death and theexploration of how it must feel to be dying. This poem has six stanzas and a very simple rhyming scheme. The poem iswritten by the author to his father and tells him to fight against death. To, ―Rage, Rage against the dying of the light‖The light symbolizes life and as long as one sees and feels the light, life is continuing. Dylan goes on in his second stanza to talk about wise men and knowing when their dark or death is near.Death is natural and everyone must face it eventually but the Dylan is telling his father to hold out, fight a little longerto remain alive.In the third stanza, Dylan continues to described man and how often they missed the opportunity to live life to itsfullest. He says, ―And learned, too late, they grieved it on its way.‖ He is saying that too many times man is not takingadvantage of life and only when death is near does he realize what he has missed. Finally, he tells his father that his end is near and he knows he is leaving but he wants him to face it withfierceness and he did life and not to give up easily but to fight. He means for him to continue to fight and rage as hedid in life during these final moments of life. This poem has been summarized and characterized by many people over the years and I chose it because Ido believe that all humans will face death and when that day comes they will two choices, to look back and grieve whatthey did not do, or to look back at their life and say I did it all, I lived to my fullest and I am proud. Death althoughthe last chapter is not final and my legacy will grow and live without me.
ROAD NOT TAKEN The Road Not Taken And both that morning equally lay By Robert Frost In leaves no step had trodden black.TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, Oh, I kept the first for another day! And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood Yet knowing how way leads on to way,And looked down one as far as I could I doubted if I should ever come back. To where it bent in the undergrowth; I shall be telling this with a sigh Then took the other, as just as fair, Somewhere ages and ages hence: And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— Though as for that the passing there I took the one less traveled by,Had worn them really about the same, And that has made all the difference.
EXPLANATIONI believe this poem was written by Frost at a time where he was trying to make a decision inhis life. He using many metaphors in this poem such as imagery and personificatios. Imagery -"two roads diverged in a yellow wood" Figuratitive roads and mental roads―And both that morning equally lay‖ Both identical, neither had more or less than the other.―In leaves no step had trodden black." The leaves were fresh and not pushed down by thesteps of another person.. The tone is gloomy and expresses guilt over whatever decision hemakes. He is indecisive in his decision and he states with a sigh that he will not return to theother road.I relate to this poem because I too am making a decision. What will I do in life? Where will Igo and how it will all end. Whatever I decide today shapes what will occur tomorrow and Iknow that will return to pick another road.
IN CLOSING I hope the poems I have selected and published convey what I want to say to you Mom. I havegrown to be an independent young man with dreams and aspirations that you have nourished. I am embarking on a new life in a few months and I will take with me everything I have learnedfrom you. I can only hope I make you proud and that my life mirrors what you have anticipated. You have been a mentor, a teacher, a friend, a teammate and the best mom I could ever have. May you enjoy your empty nest and the next fifty years! Love Always, Grant Patric Robosson