The Art of Poems By: Danny Brill
Table Of Contents Art Museum Poems 1. Contre Composition 2. Piet Mountain 3. The Old Guitarist 4. Le Corbusier
Narrative, Metaphoric and Contrete Poems
1. My Doorway Back Home (Narrative) 2. Who You Are (Metaphoric) 3. The Caterpillar (Concrete)
Creative Poems 1. Sublime Lyrics Re-make Poem 2. The Scar Poem 3. Apology Poem
Danny Brill 11/11/09 Contre-Composition By: Theo Van Dosenburg
These are the tiles of my ground They get darker each step I take,
They make no marks, nor no sound They don’t drip the blood that I may make. They are all the same
They surround me, bring me pain Looking at the dull pattern, The countless numbers will make me go insane Death will come, right now it won’t matter. They are all the same.
Danny Brill 11/11/09 Piet Mountain By: Piet Mondrain
Crosses, lines and lonely blue The color that sits out of line, Isolation between lines of two Blue is not theirs or mine. For lonely blue is alone. Pushed apart from the rest The others push lonely blue away, Is this choice foolish or is it best For things to be this way. For lonely blue is alone once again. Danny Brill 11/11/09 The Old Guitarist
The Old Guitarist, grabs his wooden friend Plays him in the darkness with his wrinkling hands, Plucks brass strings that wobble and bend In the old man’s house, or in his ancient homelands.
The Old Guitarists makes up a tune With no inspiration or no audience, From rise of the sun, to glowing of the moon, Jumps out of his state of conscience.
The Old Guitarist plays in his black gown While his friend plays in nothing but wood, The music he creates makes his mind drown Just as his friend makes it should.
Danny Brill 11/11/09 Le Corbusier
I sit in a chair, my mind is released From the phycodelic acid trip
With its pull it takes and control it ceased The tightness in its deathly grip. It takes me within and swallows me whole.
It tells me a story of a dream It takes me away from this place, How strange, how real it seems Feelings of paranoia, feelings of grace. It takes me within and swallows me whole.
Danny Brill Block A 4-5 11/06/09 “My Doorway Back Home” (Narrative Poem) The man by day, beast by night Comes home late every day From fathers work, and beast’s home He glares with distaste From A barred cage with a broken lock, It asks me whose heart I broke today To drive my mother to cry again. My father’s anger rose from head to toe And steams out of his ears, with a face so red, As red as the color of his bloodshot eyes As my home transforms into a battlefield
And I carry a gun with no ammo and a dull blade. On the gravel streets of night Pulls the snow down so fast As it bombards me head to toe. I remember the withering plants The dead crunching leaves below me And the piercing silence of Winter With the coldness of frozen air. The beast is vanquished, my home is safe As it’s cage is lock, Forever holding peace.
Danny Brill 11/11/09 Metaphoric Poem
Who you are Black like a perched raven Claws down on the withering branches at night Watching for movement from above the world You lock-on your focus to snatch your enemy. The slyness, like the creeping of shadows Swift movements and silent flapping The loud squack is your battle cry As you dart down to the solid earth With no fear of your death or suicide.
The perched raven sits alone The death grip of your feet releases slowly Holding onto that withering branch Your tension is gone, the evil is free. Confident like a free spirit The raven steps into its first day light You do not look for pray today You fly freely into the sky Your life doesn’t matter anymore The sweet freedom at last. Danny Brill 11/11/09 Concrete Poem Confined, transformed, freedom, this is the lonely life of the little caterpillar. The little caterpillar, Trapped in its own solitude, cannot break free , but it must find it’s way out. It
will
search
It’s way for
Food and Water. / It shelters For the
un changed/
(0) Body. The
change is
Near and /
/ will/ come
Soon /for the
/ Caterpillar
patient/ that hangs
Upside-down/ from branches
And makes /the caterpillar Trans form/
Into a beautiful freedom. The caterpillar sits Patiently waiting for change
As Change is ready
To come. The Caterpillar has waited so long, A s it emerges from it’s trap, into Free and Flies Away.
Danny Brill 10/21/09 Santeria Lyrics By Sublime
I don't practice Santeria I ain't got no crystal ball Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all If I could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down What I really wanna know (ah baby) What I really wanna say, I can't define Well it's love that I neeeeeed My soul will have to wait till I get back Find a heina of my own Daddy's gonna love one and all I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out Oh yeah un-huh Well I swear that I, what I really wanna know (my baby) What I really wanna say, I can't define Got love! Make it go My soul will have to... What I really wanna say (ah baby) What I really wanna say, is I've got mine And I'll make it Yes, I'm going up Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him He best go run and hide Daddy's got a new .45 And I won't think twice To stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-ass What I really wanna know (ah baby) What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back And I'll make it My soul will have to wait
Rewrite:
What I really wanna know babe What I wanna define Love is all that i’ll save My soul will have to wait some time
I feel the break, I feel the break, Oh yeah un-huh, its so
I know I’m gonna make a save Well I swear that I wanna know
Danny Brill Scar Poem On a normal summer day Stood a boy who was eight, He was pretty happy you would say His life was going great.
He was playing on his bed With a gift from his dad, A giant stuffed bear that sat dead That could comfort when he was sad.
He wrestled it like a star He beat it to heck, He fell from the bed far And broke his little neck.
He couldn’t see much Everything went black, Couldn’t feel or touch His bloody red neck
Danny Brill 11/16/09 Apology Poem My little Iguana,
I woke you up From your little nap When you laid on your branch And I frightened you to death.
Now you Are ever so Tired and sleepy And angry with me And I laughed.
Please forgive me It was sort of funny How you jumped And whipped your tail From shock and fright.