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Jill Schwartzman April 2015

Poetry is Art

Dedication

To all my children.

Poetry is Art

Table of Contents I’m a Belieber (allusion).................................1-2 Sushi (tone).................................... 3-4 The Gift (hyperbole)................................5-6 Life Behind a Face (simile/metaphor)..........................7-8 Time Flies (assonance)...............................9-10 Chillin’ on Key Biscayne (rhyme)..................................11-12 The School Bus (onomatopoeia)...........................13-14 Winter Garden/Spring Garden (mood)...................................15-16 Monday Morning (personification)........................17-18 Just Give Me Light (imagery)................................19-20 Zombie Love (Alliteration)...........................21-22 Sonnets (2015)...................................23-24

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I’m a Belieber (Allusion)

2

I came into the kitchen with my Lebron's untied "What's shakin, Granny?"

She nearly whooped my hide "Get a haircut," she howled. "You look like a girl!"

I snarled, "Hey Baby! I ain't no Milton Berle."

I put on my favorite hoodie You know the color's purple But when I got to school My homey snapped, "You look like Steve Urkel!"

Some people say I'm crazy But that's just a crock You know one day, baby, baby, ooh

I'll be datin' Megan Fox.

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The Gift (Hyperbole).........

6 Walking to the store, a million things on my mind.

The world's greatest present for my husband, I must find.

It's a very special birthday; he's now over the hill.

But my love for him grows exponentially, and I know I will Accomplish this task and supply for him The gift of a lifetime that will fulfill his every whim.

Ah! I see before me, the gift of his dreamsA 72" flat screen upon which he can watch his favorite teams.

My husband announce the world, I am the greatest wife Walking to thewill store, a millionto things on my mind.

Marrying was the best decision of his life.

The world'sme greatest present for my husband, I must find.

It's a very special birthday; he's now over the hill.

But my love for him grows exponentially, and I know I will Accomplish this task and supply for him The gift of a lifetime that will fulfill his every whim.

Ah! I see before me, the gift of his dreamsA 72" flat screen upon which he can watch his favorite teams.

My husband will announce to the world, I am the greatest wife Marrying me was the best decision of his life.

LifeLife Behind a Face (Simile/Metaphor) behind a Face (Simile/Metaphor)

7

Behind this face there are wrinkles that hurt: the wrinkles of memory, of being crushed up like paper being chewed like bubble gum.

I try to act out pride, I am a mighty oak fighting off the memory of how it hurts.

8

When someone calls me names I am a soft sponge inside not like the walnut outside which gets so hard it cracks.

(Assonance) A snowy day, a baby is born and lets out a cry.

His mother sobs joyfully.

Grandma sighs, “He’ll grow so fast. Enjoy him when he’s tiny.

It won’t last.”

And time flies by.

“Get ready for school. Don’t try to hide under the covers.”

“But, Mom, WHY?” “Because I said so. Summer vacation is over.”

He gets out of bed and throws on some clothes, ties his shoes, and stumbles down the stairs.

First day of school.

And time flies by.

9

Fall nights at the hospital.

A broken arm.

An asthma attack.

A terrible virus.

Stuff coming out of every orifice.

His mother sits nearby.

Another boy in the bed across the room.

Crying in Spanish, just arrived from Cuba.

Both will survive.

And time flies by.

Winter arrives and the boy turns sixteen.

A car in the driveway is his big surprise.

With a big red bow, he cannot believe his eyes.

Hopping behind the wheel, he waves goodbye.

His mother smiles wipes a tear from her eye.

And time flies by.

10

Large hands with hairy knuckles Grapple with the Windsor knot.

Taller than his mother A gentle giant ready to be a man.

Graduation day The whole family beams with pride Another milestone.

And time flies by.

11 Chillin’ on Key Biscayne (Rhyme)

At the party, hanging with my pals Acting so cool, showing off to some gals Looking good, thought I was so fly ‘Til the girl I was talking to, hooked up with another guy Feeling all depressed and dejected Didn't like the feeling of being rejected Hopped in my ride, Cadillac Escalade Wanted all memory of this night just to fade Met up with my homies at 7-11 Started to remember what made my life heaven Sipping Slurpees with all of my friends I hope this night never ends

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Hear the honking of the horn Horrid hooting and tooting!

What a day of dread its blaring blast foretells.

How I dread hearing the bus horn blow!

How it screeches that it's time to go!

Too obnoxious now to whisper.

It can only beep, beep, beep at my front door!

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Onomatopoeia

s u B l o o h c S The

15

Winter Garden (Mood-Gloomy) Stark naked flower stalks Stand shivering in the wind.

The cheerless sun hides its black light Behind bleak, angry clouds, While trees vainly try To catch their escaping leaves.

Carpets of grass turn brown, Blending morosely with the dreary day.

Winter seems the death of life forever.

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Spring Garden (Mood-Cheerful) Stunningly dressed flower stalks Stand shimmering in the breeze.

The cheerful sun hides playfully Behind white, fluffy, cotton-ball clouds, While trees whisper secrets To their rustling leaves.

Carpets of grass greenly glow Blending joyfully with the day.Spring brings life to death.

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Monday Morning

(Personification)

The alarm clock bellows Five o'clock is too early for any human to be stirring The warm sheets wrap My tired body does not want releasing My feet wince as they hit the cold bathroom tile The mirror screams I see a zit and a wild hair that needs plucking The shower weeps tears of joy Monday morning calls my name as the steam envelopes me

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Imagery

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Just Give Me Light Smooth is my bulb Ruler of Light Visions dance in the shadows cast Smoky possibility drifts in the air Hands turn to ignite But don’t burst into flames Hot electricity burns my eyes and throat Yawn, sigh, snore Shut it off.

Good Night.

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Alliteration

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Zombie Love Walking dead without a pulse Wanting brains while wandering about looking for lunch When all of the sudden, my wishes were realized On a whim, I walked into a women’s washroom in the mall Winnie, the soulless attendant, winked pointing to the wall As my eyelids raised in wonder, I spied a wilted wallflower The wispy waif told me to wait half an hour Once she returned, I knew it had been worthwhile The wonderful undead maiden returned with a wan smile From beneath a cloth, on the tray she carried Was the frontal lobe of a wizard named Harry I knew right then she was the zombie I would marry

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Sonnet #1 Period 5/6

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Dos’t thou ever feelest like an old bag Wrinkled, saggy so light soaring through air?

Are thou underground none to hear you nag?

Thou spark ignites like a glistening flare.

Thou are not devoid of space that is waste.

Thine future cannot be told on this day.

Greatness is something thou will often taste.

Storms may come and rain, but rainbows will stay.

Roads lead to doors that open new portals Thy heart will gleam like bright pyrotechnics.

Explosions in the sky like immortals.

Stopwatch goes off. My heart Boom, Boom, Boom ticks Thou spirt is sparkling like a hidden gem. The world will know thee and awaken.

Sonnets 2015

Sonnet #1 Period 8/9 Colorless thine lips, pale is thy visage.

‘Tis night and thy wallet is so empty Sleeping with distant unknowns which enrage.

Alas, thou are stuck in stupidity Lost in a moment since ‘twas just eighteen.

Falling to pieces like some old, crumbled scones Looking for a better life. In between Life and death, all to feed her weakened bones.

Drowning in a sea of cold loneliness, The lass cannot learn how to calmly float.

An angel lost all of her happiness.

Call girl, no answer seems to be remote.

Spirit on her way to heaven tonight; No more time to rise and make her flight.

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Sonnet #1 Period 3/4 My heart’s a stereo beating for you Makest thou your radio to turn on If thou were just an old record , not new Would you dust thou off ‘till the dirt is gone My heart has been broken and left with cracks Would thee heart mend thine and scratch the hurt spine Ancient artifacts are old, mean get-backs A note I wish thee had placed in hands mine Like a song of love our hearts are in tune If thou were old school like a big boom box Would you defy the law and be jailed soon To what ends I would go to break the locks Like my thumping heart my song of love beats Melody meant for the blues it defeats.