FC: Corey Walker Poetry Book
1: Death in the air To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This can't be happening to me To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside Strapped in the electric chair And blown with restless violence round about Flash before my eyes; Burning in my brain This sensible warm motion to become It's the beginning of the end To be imprison'd in the viewless winds Sweat, chilling cold, as I watch death unfold Of those that lawless and incertain thought My fingers grip with fear, Oh please, God help me That age, ache, penury and imprisonment Time moving slow, The minutes seem like hours, The final curtain call I see The weariest and most loathed worldly life How true is this, Just get it over with, If this is true, just let it be To what we fear of death Wakened by a horrid scream, Freed from this frightening dream
2: The two artists i chose for my found poem were the band Metallica, and the famous playwrite William Shakespeare. These two different artists or group of collective artists vary in style. Metallica writes songs in the 20th and the 21st century, while William Shakespeare was a writer of plays who lived in the late 1500's and the early 1600's. However, Shakespeare was a writer of many famous tragedies, and Metallica writes often of suffering and pain or hatered of something. I chose a poem from each that had a connected theme, that of the feeling of fear of death. Metallica's is from a point of veiw of our day and age, the fear of the electric chair, and the feelings it would bring. Shakespeare's poem was also about death, but had a more archaic feeling and reasonings behind it, the fear seemed to be more of not living than the pain that Metallica's song brings up.
3: I really like to eat goldfish, made out of cheese but i really hate to eat those nasty green peas i enjoy watching a good game of soccer but i hate getting beaten in socc'em boppers rhyming poems i hate because they are always dumb so i think im going to go live like a bum that way at least, i wouldnt be stuck here doing these poems for mrs. delinger im sure i spelled that wrong, and i feel somewhat bad hold on, i gotta go take out the stupid trash for my dad this is my example of a poem of end rhyme sometimes i fantasize about beating up mimes i guess im just sort of rambling i really hate those trees made of brambles...ing they always stick me and give me paper cuts its dumb when people dont put out their cigar butts this poem is kind of going nowhere id rather be at the fair. with elephants.
4: Free Verse Running, stumbling, leaves crunching underfoot I can hear its short, weezing breath close behind In terror i feel it materialize in the form of warmth on the nape of my neck, so i quicken my pace Yet still the snorting sound follows, that animalistic And beastly sound, I don't dare turn my head Yet in morbid fascination i take a glance, and as if By will alone I tumble to the ground, and suddenly It's shadow drops over me, and silently, with my breath fogging in front of me in the chill air, I look up, Expecting sudden Death, the hard bone of claws But in astonishment I suddenly see myself from two different views, and realize they are subtly different Realization dawns, and i stand up slowly, put my hand out, and watch as I mimic myself,and so feeling safe I give myself a shy smile, and then it turns to pure astonishment as cold steel slides through my gut and yet the look of utter surprise on my otherselfs face We glance down together to see twin blades buried in twin bellies, and silently we scream together.