Leandro dawes most fabulous poem anthology and stuff

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Leandro dawes most fabulous poem Anthology and stuff

I dedicate my poem anthology and stuff to

Many people may not like or understand your death growls, but you will still be number one in my heart, i love you metal.

Did you know this sonnet is very lame?

Uninspired sonnet about nothing.

You’re wasting your time on this mindless game.

Lets add a new topic, something loving.

Why aren’t taco raviolis a thing?

Mexican cuisine with Italian.

Out of all the food, it would be the king.

A powerful food, a true stallion.

You know what’s cool? A microwave with wings.

It can make you breakfast, and it can Fly! Why aren’t we funding this? We need these things The sad fact we don’t have this makes me cry.

There is only one thing left to do now Make an army of Flying toaster cows.

This is my most fabulous sonnet, like every other sonnet it has the ABAB rhyming scheme and ten syllables per line. As you can already tell there is no meaning to this poem, no other tone or theme or message to it, or morale to the end, very unusual for sonnets. Also unlike most sonnets it is not about love, even though Shakespeare says sonnets have to be about love, this one is not. To be completely honest this sonnet is mostly whatever was going through my mind as I tried to muster up a poem. Because of this, its very inconsistent, un poetic, and has no rhythms. But it is very random so in that way, it got the job done.

Taking control of the vertical, Horizontal, controlling sight and sound, Entering into this is to ensure travel.

Traveling beyond the normal to the bizarre, Within the boundaries of time and space, Ideas and theories are very possible.

Living and dead together, far apart but close, Into the darkness of light we must travel.

Going into the depths of the human mind, Highlights of dreams, probabilities, and fantasies, The mind is just one key to the senses.

Zones of time, dimensions of sight and sound, Only anything may present itself for approval.

Now relax and wait for your departure.

Exit one soul it is your only chance for mortality.

As you can tell already from this and another poem that i am a huge fan of the twilight zone.

Talking on issues of greed gluttony mental ideals and the meaning of life itself, not only was this show revolutionary for its time and still is. Now days all we have is horror movies tat either try to scare you with cheap pop ups or absolute gore and gross you out, action movies that are all flashy effects and explosions, and remake after remake. This show came in during the golden age of cinema where people did not complain and hate blindly, did not nitpick about the little things, but rather enjoyed it for the big picture, taking the chance to escape from there daily life's just for that chance of entertainment. It toke on heavy subjects and taught valuable lessons: greed is not the answer, Looks do not matter, No matter how much you want to go back and change the past, you have to look forward. Now i am getting off track myself, the poem. The first bit talks about the intro, has a lovely ring to it. the line “Traveling beyond the normal to the bizarre, within the boundaries of time and space� has a very haunting tone to it, the idea that although there are a boundary, still madness can control it. The last bit is about the show itself, although very short, Perfectly captures the idea of the show and what its about, a great poem.

Dead mans ally, hollowed grave.

The life of the soldier, the life he gave.

He crossed the ocean, to fight for his land.

He fought till he dropped, till he could no longer stand.

All the soldiers wept and cried, as they carried him from the field.

The family mourned his death, for the emotions they could not yield.

They promise to visit his grave, to drop roses each and every day.

But they slowly stopped, and alone the soldier lay.

Forgotten for his sacrifice, for his fight.

The untold hero, forgotten knight.

No noise, no people, no sound, Death around, coffin bound The cold love hugs him The light seems dim For all that left is Silence.

Analysis: For this poem I had a rhyming scheme of AABB, thought that it would make the poem just that much more powerful and add a tone. In all truth the poem was never intended to rhyme or take that shape. Rather what happened is the Cirst two lines rhymed and I went with it, and I noticed the lines slowly got bigger so then I made it like that, to get bigger than to get smaller until the last sentence was one word. Also in each sentence besides the short ones it has one idea then a comma then the last part of the idea. I did this because to me it had a nice rhythm to it. I decided to make the last word red to add to the emphasis of how powerful it is. In fact at the start I wanted the last word to be silence, even though I did not know how it would work, because silence is such a strong word and can evoke emotion, the feeling that nothing is left and everything is hollow. Because this story is about a soldier who was forgotten I believe silence is the perfect to Cit it. The allusion is in the title, “the trooper” is actually a iron maiden song and I thought that it also Cits my poem. The background of the photo is a grave from world war 1 because when I was writing this poem I just pictured it to be a world war 1 soldier, although it is not set in stone. I want my poems and stories to be more open to the readers, that nothing is what it seems. Basically what I mean by that is that although the main idea is set the little parts are up to the reader, to some readers it could be about the Vietnam war, to others a lost family member and that’s what I aim to do, This way everyone has a different experience reading and its different for everyone, a true good story.

A gift to many, a curse to another.

The king’s command, The will of our father.

Controlling the land, given by the dollar.

Within the mind, invisible collar.

Gone to the naked eye, cannot be seen nor heard.

Ever ruling, not to be misspelt nor slurred.

A holy paradise, Over time perfected.

Invisible monsters the world of woe, if his will is rejected.

Relish in terror, pray out of fear.

They lie to you, no safety my dear.

The unholy rule of the lord, the dream of the insane.

Doomed to false comfort, the rational worlds bane.

How dare they poison me, with lies and twisted words.

My mind lays blank, Filled with leaves and birds.

My only friend, twisted with sulk and sadness.

I am a vessel, the last king of madness.

Analysis: First i would like to start off by saying if anyone is at all offended by this poem i apologize, that was not the intent. Rather what this is about is a madman and religion, two very touchy subjects, so i apologize again. This is a free form, with a rhyming scheme of AABB. Just like the previous poem it has an idea comma, then another finishing idea. To me i found that this had a better ring to it, created a nice soft rhythm. As for metaphors this is basically just a metaphor after metaphor, meant to confuse you. I find this is less about what i (the writer) wanted you to get from i, a message. Rather i find it more what you ( the reader) take it as. Because this may mean something different for everyone, and although we are all different and may have nothing in common, i like the idea of just being able to come together and share this, like music it does not matter if you like this or that, just if you can get along and enjoy it. In the words of a very under rated and hated director, ed wood, “Nobody will ever notice that. Filmmaking is not about the tiny details. Its about the big picture” although this is not a movie the same logic apply, its not about the rhymes metaphors and hidden meaning, just the big picture.

Satanist, insane, idiot wrapped in a moron. The few words that come to mind when people speak of my name, “Austin Leandro Spencer Dawe”. Echoing through the air like thunder. Why is his name Austin? Why does he go by Leandro? How come he has a weird name? These are some of the questions that come to mind when people hear my name. Even I ponder them sometimes.

The name Leandro has Greek origins, meaning lion man, or lion heart. An honorable name, filled with pride and glory. Over the decades it has been changed and rebuilt into the ultimate name by many visionaries, but my parents chose Leandro because it’s a Spanish twist of the original name and has all the letters of my dad’s name, just spelt differently.

My mother says that they picked Leandro first but then realized that my initials were LSD so they had to add another name, and they liked Austin. However my dad says I was named Austin first because it was a good western name, and sounded manly and tough, but with a soft tone to it, making it less of a rough name, and named me Leandro after because my mother wanted me to have a Spanish name. I am not sure which story is true, but somehow they agreed upon these names for me. Due to my mother liking Leandro more, that’s the name that I am addressed by.

The only time I ever go by Austin is formal events or at legal places, like the airport and such. Due to having to act mature, calm, smart, keeping all outrageous comments inside, and friendly at formal/legal events while in daily life I can be awkward loud immature and whatever I want, I have the feeling that Leandro and Austin are two different people. That leaves me with even more questions and things to think about than before.

Who am I? Which one is the real me? Which one is the fake, the act, and the lie? After many nights pondering this I have come to a new idea. Unlike much of my class and peers I believe that my names have nothing to do with my identity. That neither Leandro nor Austin is the real me, but rather mere fractions. The name you are given at birth is irrelevant to your life. Your name does not decide your future, your goals, and your destiny. Rather what you do with the gift of life, what you make it to be, what your intentions and goals are: that’s the real you. The only role your name plays in that is giving people something to call you by. My identity is made up of past choices, ideas, dreams, ideals, and intentions. My name was just the title to call me on my life adventures, the on going story of Austin Leandro Spencer Dawe.

So emotional Written in mid summer breeze, Microwave toaster

Analysis: For this haiku I tried to make it random and partly a joke about how most poems are really emotional and deep. A lot of my work is sad and really try to evoke a strong feeling and leave you thinking after about life time death and many other thoughts that people may Find sad and depressing.

So for this i tried to make it happy and upbeat so although it is a realy (pardon my derogatory term) crappy haiku, its light hearted and simple, no over thinking. The seasonal word is summer, i threw that in just so that in the end i had a seasonal word, along with the cutting word, i really did not want to add one but i had to so there it is. There is no rhythm metaphor tone or theme, this just like many other things, is just there. No deeper meaning.

I'm watching the change through who will carry the flame it all feels very strange.

Dreams than mean can be good faith - to live as we should and know we're all connected we give ourselves the power Stay strong stay true be brave - it all comes down to you Every day that you wait you're falling faster No sleight of hand, no twist of fate, no ever after When it's gone - it's gone, afight to the bitter end Life won't wait for you

I picked this song piece for many reasons. First personally i am a huge Ozzy ousborne fan, i love metal and i love him. But this shows that he can be meaningful and deep. I feel that this can relate to anyone in different ways, we have all felt that feeling, time ending and the struggle we call life. He represents that with chilling words that paint a picture that i am not quite sure is a good one or a bad one. I would love to point out all the similes and metaphors but i simply cant, that would not do justice to the art the song or to the prince of darkness. It has this fluent flow to it of metaphors creating this dream like feel, not telling if he is serious or if its just an illusion.

This shows the true talent of the godfather of heavy metal, the one and only prince of darkness, Ozzy ousborne

April in England–daffodils are growing By every wayside, golden, tall and fair; April–and all the little winds are blowing The scents of springtime through the sunny air.

April in England–God, that we were there!

April in England–and her sons are lying On these red fields, and dreaming of her shore; April–we hear the thrushes' songs replying Each unto each, above the cannons' roar; April in England–shall we see it more?

April in England–there's the cuckoo calling Down in her meadows where the cowslip gleams; April–and little showers are softly falling, Dimpling the surface of her babbling streams; April in England–how the shrapnel screams!

April in England–blood and dust and smother, Screaming of horses, men in agony.

April–full many of thy sons, O Mother, Never again those dewy dawns shall see.

April in England–God, keep England free!

This is truly a great poem. Rather than being all over the place, it focuses on one simple idea: April in England, and then makes it from something simple to this giant crazy idea. It’s a giant telling filled with metaphors rhymes and truly powerful words. My favorite metaphor is “April–and little showers are softly falling, Dimpling the surface of her babbling streams; ” it may not make sense no matter how many times you read it, but its very powerful and paints a very interesting portrait.

Look at me, it's not my true identity I have a covert identity, i wonder if you'd ever see, my thoughts, my deeds are all that makes me but something I may do may not describe me.

My true identity has fled me, fled me to another to my friends and family my true identity is all that makes me.

So lost deep inside if its not for my soul i would[d be lost again my true identity is hard to see.

Accept who you are recognize your own beauty identity isn't a need, your identity should be your own a better person you will be known this is me, this is my identity my true identity is all full of beauty. Cyrus Diaz I feel that this delves deep into the idea of what identity is. It does not talk about her identity or who she is, but rather more broad saying the identity is one thing, and talks about how not only does it affect her but the people around her. She talks about how it has left her, fled her, gone deep inside she cannot find it. To me this reminded me of her masking her identity, so thats why i picked that photo. That photo is from the famous show the twilight show, An episode about a wealthy old man who is dying, and all his family cares about is him dying so they can inherit his wealth. With his last wish he makes everyone wear those masks that show there real identities, and he tears them apart mentally bit by bit. I felt this fits because its both about your true self underneath, your identity.

randomly random stands for randomly random don’t look at the topic just go on random issues and you would eventually find it worth coming to an absolutely different topic random thoughts belong to you but should i think about you randomly when you are so special but why are you so special this is how you achieve specialty by being ordinary in my heart....

I picked this poem mainly because it is so, shall I say, random. I wouldn’t say it flows but it has that sense of random, jumping from idea to idea with no signs of slowing down, a true random ring to it. The way the writer repeats random over and over, almost in every sentence, really adds more power to the poem. It emphasizes the point of the poem constantly reminding you in every phrase.

-­‐(time) Time controls us all, time is everything, and time is ending. There is so much connected to time it boggles me, and it helped mold me. The thought of time ending makes you think a different way, the idea of time not existing makes you live life differently, the theory that time will go on with no bounds changes your view. I always think about time, how every second you waste is gone forever and every minute you waste you are only falling faster. Then another thought arises, that every moment is precious, that time is ever going, and life is truly spectacular. These both make you look at life different, and mold who you are as a person. An few examples are “time running out” Hourglass, line 2, this is self explanatory, it goes with the theory that we are on a timeline, sand in a hourglass. “every second you waste, every single minute that goes by is gone forever, vanished into the past, gone with no return.” Hourglass, line 5.

This again plays on the idea that time is just so precious and not to be wasted.

-­‐(food) Ah food, gods way of saying life is good. In a broad sense without food I wouldn’t be here, but if you dig deeper food plays a much larger role in your life. Food goes with any mood, when you are sad you eat chocolate and ice cream, when you are happy you eat tacos, when you are victorious you eat a large juicy delicious steak. The happiest moments go with food, the moment when you conquered that 72 oz. steak, getting pizza with your best friends as you spend the night gaming and talking, that pack of candy you shared with your First girlfriend on that First date, food makes great moments perfect. And with all these happy memories I have had with food makes me, me. Some examples are: “Microwave toaster” Toaster, line three. This of course is all about two majestic tools we use to make or heat up food.

“You drink your last drink” Hourglass, line X. Although it does not change the poem much or even contribute much to it, yet it just Fits. Like I said above, food makes everything better, even poems. “Mexican cuisine with Italian.” Rocky, line X. This line is purely about food, which makes it just so great. I have always wondered what would happen if you mixed Mexican food with Italian, it would be great. “A microwave with wings.” Rocky, line X. Although it has no food in it, it mentions a tool that we use for food, good enough for me.

-­‐(war) I feel that war is not only a big part in my life, but a big part in everybody’s life. In some way everyone has been touched by war, whether having a loved one Fight in it or Fighting in it yourself. For me war plays a big role, if not for war I would not even be alive today. Because of this I am heavily opinionated on war, and believe that it is a part of me as a person. “He crossed the ocean, to Bight for his land” The Trooper, line 3. This is my convoluted way of saying war, the phrase Fighting for his land is often use in war propaganda, the whole Fight for honor idea which they use to get people to blindly Fight. “He fought till he dropped, till he could no longer stand” The Trooper, line 4. This one is more blatant than the other one, saying he fought till he could no longer stand.

-­‐(loss) Loss plays a big part in who I am and my identity. Since I could remember there has always been loss all around, from my dead grandparents when I was young, to my stillborn brother when I was very young, to my friend dying in a car accident later in my life. I feel as if each different loss I have been through has changed me, not always better. But I can say as they mold my identity, I have learned that although someone has passed away, does not mean they are gone.

“The family mourned his death, for the emotions they could not yield” The Trooper, line 6. This, although in one short line, shows a family who just recently had a loss. The idea that no matter what they break down, emotions come crying out, and mourn the loss greatly.

-­‐(random) Randomness is not just a part of my identity, it is who I am. Every thought a cluster bomb of ideas scattering my mind, no organization, always acting First then thinking. This has formed me into a very odd child. I feel as if that I was not this random child and I was organized and clear headed, I would be very different then I am today, and not for the better. “Microwave toaster” Toaster, line 3. This line at a glance is just very random and does not make any sense what so ever, the pure essence of the sacred way of random. Many thoughts come to mind when you hear this phrase, food, toaster with wings, Hulk Hogan arm wrestling Obama for the last cheeto, and that’s what I love about that line.

That it has the power to produce so many different thoughts and feelings, and its unique to each and every person. “It can make you breakfast, and it can Bly!” Rocky, line 10. Again just like the other line wit

Hourglass by leandro dawe Have you ever realized that, no matter what you do, no matter how much you accomplish in life, that things will End the same: time running out. That no matter how much you resist it and avoid it your Life will come to a decline and just like your heart beat the show will come To a stop. The thought of this frightens you, the idea that no matter What you do you will end up in the abyss. You drink Your last drink, smoke your last cigarette, weep Your last tear, for tomorrows morning is Already here, and every second you Waste, every single minute That goes

By is Gone forever, vanished into The past, gone with no return.

Each day you drink from your glass, but Slowly it’s a bit more empty, same in a relative Way but is gone to show, time is coming to a close.

You spend hours in the past, looking at old photos, flipping through scrapbooks, But day by day the times have changed, and life wouldn’t wait for you to return from the past. The clock wouldn’t stop, the years wouldn’t yield, and slower by slower you shy away from the truth: that your life is just a long-lived shamble, delaying the ultimate end, because no matter what you do, death waits for nobody.

Analysis: For this poem I really aimed to evoke the emotion of loss, everything gone, the feeling of everything coming to A end. In this poem although I do not out right state it I tried to get the message across, although it may seem the same, times have changed and you are just that much closer to the ultimate demise. The theme is just, Time coming to an end. The whole idea of how your life is on a clock and the time will come to a stop. Because of that the story has come to have a very dark and depressing tone. That of course Is obvious because you cant have a story about everything coming to a end have a happy tone. So rather than Fight it and try to make it have a happy tone and make it really pitiful and just end up having a weird rhythm, I just toke the opportunity and let out all the depressing poetic stuff into it. I wanted to really evoke the emotion and I tried with the last line death waits for nobody, to show that its all a pointless struggle. Also I aimed to have the reader think about the poem after they read it, rather than just forget it. What I mean by that is that they think about the idea of it, look at the point of view of the poem and have a new outlook on life, a different opinion on things. I try to have a powerful poem, something that not just isn’t a school project and has a meaning, because if you write without meaning, why bother writing?

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