District 12 Poem

Jonas pushed the bars with all his strength. Locked. "Please," He called into the darkness. "Is anyone there? Please, I need help!" Past the gate there lay a community that, at first glance, seemed not unlike Jonas' old home. Except, it wasn't very much like Jonas' community at all. The houses weren't all the same, and the colors- he had never seen so many house colors! The streets twisted and turned, and all the bumps and hills made them seem as if they went on forever. Jonas now saw the snow differently. Now it wasn't just a burden that slowed him down; it was beautiful! A thin, shimmery white sheet covered everything, and-

This included Air, land and water polluting, derelict warehouses and churches, high levels of graffiti, and also a large amount of traffic congestion. Some houses were in such a poor state, that they fell down with people living in them, resulting in a number of tragic deaths. The city had rapidly fallen into a state of ‘inner city decay.’

As one expresses their reaction towards an event in history, opinions and emotion unravel itself. Ziadah and Long Soldier voice their beliefs differently through their tones in the poems. Ziadah shows a strong passion through her desire to get the media to display the truth of what is occurring in Palestine. She talks with an authoritative, powerful voice to effectively capture the reporters and viewers in understanding the current injustice. Her choice of performing this poem as a spoken word exemplifies her inner desire to educate people on the current events and prove there is more happening behind the medias coverage. As one watches her passion becoming exposed during her performance, it is seen that the people of Palestine are truly

In “Sweet Home Alabama,” by Ronnie VanZant, it appears that at least four times, “you” refers to the State of Alabama. VanZant writes, “Sweet home Alabama / Lord, I’m coming home to you,” the “you” being the Southern state. The other two times, “you” could be referring to Neil Young, writer of “Alabama,” because VanZant’s song is a reply to Young’s. “Does your conscience bother you? / Tell the truth.” It could be assumed that VanZant is questioning Young.

And the Red Nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world. A worldfilled with broken promises, selfishness and separations. A world longing for light again. I see a time of seven generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the sacred Tree of Life and the whole Earth will become one circle again. In that day there will be those among the Lakota who will carry knowledge and understanding of unity among all living things, and the young white ones will come to those of my people and ask for this wisdom. I salute the light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am that place within me, we shall be as one."

The people worship, kids attend school, and adults work. The heat is unbearable, adding to the weariness of the town. The activity is quite monotonous; everyone does the same thing each day. When it rains, the roads turn to “slop,” grass grows on the sidewalks, and the buildings sag. The people are always tired because of the heat.

I really enjoyed your poems, I liked the first one how calming and thoughtful it was. The other three were great on their takes of love and loss. The poem “106” was about a person feeling cold about breaking up with someone even though they are walking through a really hot day. “Vulture” seemed to be a poem about anger towards a person that seemed to be significant part of their life but are no longer there, along with dealing with their memories of that person as well. I want to say “Pure” is about someone lamenting the loss of another person even though they had difficulties with one another the narrator feels as if they were truly meant to be.

Growing up in the dangerous rugged projects was rough as a child. A neighborhood you would want your children growing up in. Every morning as the bright yellow sun settled on “Jamestown” the apartment complex we lived in. We knew that is was another glorious day filled with something new and maybe dangerous. Around every beat down apartment building you could find an anxious group of teens playing an intense game of dice, smoking some strong marijuana that smelled like a skunk, and even drunk older guys hitting on the younger girls in the neighborhood. The strong, but yet, poor-hardworking families had to work many jobs just support a household of three. Nobody had the luxury of driving a brand new car, nor a cheap used car. In fact, not many

Daugther. I promise to protect you with all the strength of my soul; To hold you when everything seems to fall apart; To encourage you when they say you can’t; To comfort you in your time of grief; To listen, especially when we disagree; To find you, if you ever get lost To not judge you, when you make mistakes; To remind you of your worth; To carry you, if you’re ever to weak to walk on your own; To dance silly just to hear you laugh; To create a home where you are free to be yourself; To feed your creativity; and, most importantly, To love you, as you are, completely and unconditionally.

Speaker & Setting- The speaker/writer of the poem is Randy Gailhas, but refers himself as the “Night Rider.” The author describes Marfa at night as “Dark West Texas”. The setting of Marfa is a eerie , mysterious , bizarre place as described in the poem. Marfa and the lights have a mystical feeling in the poem.

The Song of Warriors Hearts of fury, we are Blood Ravens, Sons of the Red Warrior who eternally pursues Artemis Golden Bow across the night sky. Bearers of the black sword, wearers of the dragon helm, we are the blades of destiny. Guardians of the Light, we stand eternal watch on the ramparts of Beth Jahuz, Gateway to the Everdark.

Dunt da duh, Sammy to the rescue. I’m here to capture your heart, and provide you an emotionally secure, mutually satisfying, drama free relationship. Let me sit at your feet, walk by your side, and I'll be your devoted companion until my last breath. Even though you can’t really tell by my picture, I am an older gentleman, but don’t let that discourage you, I still have a lot of love to give. Since I am older, I would really love to find a nice, quiet, laid back home, where I can relax and just be myself. I’m a very people friendly, affectionate fellow, and love to receive attention, affection, and you can’t forget the yummy treats. Speaking of treats I get very excited when it comes to food, and get a very loose wiggly happy body going on.

Treason Oily skin and oily hair- Pretending those scars and blemishes just aren't there- Half dead eyes- A compromise-

In the novels Midaq Alley and The Yacoubian Building, we are shown the ongoing, daily struggles of the working-poor in both colonial and postcolonial Egypt. Both share central, overarching themes such as debauchery, desperation, and unstable political situations. The two settings are both examples of microcosms, “cities within a city”. Midaq Alley is a small, dead-end neighborhood in 1940’s Cairo that consists of various shops and apartments. Within each of these buildings are characters that live completely separate lives but all have the same aspirations, to experience the world outside and the wealth it has. The Yacoubian Building is also set in Cairo during the turbulent 1990’s. Similarly, the characters were all tenants of a large apartment building, living in cramped and decrepit spaces.

In her poem “Route 62,” Helen Moffett paints a beautiful and powerful picture of the landscape in South Africa. However, the title evokes the image of a man-made road familiar to many Americans. Nonetheless, Moffett carefully structures her poem and employs vivid language to clearly illustrate that human achievements and life, like the titular road, are ultimately insignificant in comparison to the durability of the long-lasting mountains.