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S: My Life.

FC: Fear | Joy Wilson

1: a collection of poems about FEAR by Joy Wilson 2016 Copperfield St. Stillwater, OK. 11-25-08

2: Table of Contents Circles by Sanburg If We Must Die by Claude McKay Anthem Doomed for Youth by Wilfred Owen Family Plot by Christopher Ricks Tossed on a Sea of Trouble by Archilochus Lair by Eve Merriam The Condemned by Walter Hooper Afraid of the Dark by Shel Silverstein Agoraphobia by Linda Pastan Life Less Frightening by Rise Against Amos, I Stand by Joy Wilson I Remembered by Joy Wilson About the Author Bibliography | 3 4 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 14 16 17 18 19

3: Circles by Carl Sanburg The white man drew a small circle in the sand and told the red man, “This is what the Indian knows,” And drawing a big circle around the small one, “This is what the white man knows.” The Indian took the stick And swept an immense ring around both circles: “This is where the white man and the red man know nothing.” | I loved this poem because it shows how small we are in the world. As humans, our natural complex is to compare ourselves, and what we have to the next person, when in actuality, the things we think are important, are so minuscule in the knowledge that encompasses the world. He is trying to say that no matter how much we don’t know as individuals, there is so much more, not even thought about that, we don’t know as a collective race. When we put ourselves above others, we are ignorant of what they can contribute to the world, closing doors we never knew were open. As a race, we must open our minds to others, and unite to progress.

4: If We Must Die by Claude McKay If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark and mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot. It we must die, O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! O kinsmen! We must meet the common foe! Though far outnumbered let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal on deathblow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

5: This poem is powerful, compelling us to stand up to tyranny. The poet is telling us to die fighting for what is important to us. If life was only meant for conformity and oneness, we would not have all been created different. In his opinion, life is not worth living if it’s in the grasps of oppressors. He calls us to honor those who died, the brave few who don’t back down, even in the face of death. Easier said than done, I wish I were the kind of person that would show who I am without hesitation but things like that have never come easily to me. An effort, no matter how small, is an effort none the less. Every step we take in order to make our lives better is one worth taking.

6: This poem reminds me of the song, Gone so Young by Amber Pacific. It talks about how our youth is doomed by the decisions our fathers have made, the ones we are paying for with our lives. The wars of our fathers take our life, to them we are a number, a precious resource, but a resource none the less. When will they see each of us as a life, not a replaceable commodity? The fear of death is not one that children should face. Those that came before us are responsible for us, but never seem to make decisions that won’t affect us in detriment in the future. It is our time to stand up, to fix the broken world that we have inherited. When will the irresponsibility stop if not in me? Right now, I will stand up for my children. | Anthem Doomed for Youth by Wilfred Owen What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? -Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries not for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbye. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patients minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

7: Life as seen through a child’s eyes is innocent, and clean of prejudices and hidden agendas. Something so simple, such as this poem, illustrates that. We base the world we see around us on experiences. Dealing with death at such a young age is awful, it raises your awareness of the terrible world around you so fast. It happens in the blink of an eye. We try and protect ourselves and the ones we love from things that will hurt them, but there is no remedy for the loss of a loved one. From personal experience, it tears your heart our in a way that it can never be fixed, your only hope in life is that you can find enough good things to take the place of the vast nothingness that can become your soul.. | Family Plot by Christopher Ricks I know that grave At a stone’s throw, A stone none throws, That grave outgrown Like a child’s bed When I was ten My grandmother died She was fifty-seven I am fifty-five

8: Diving into the inner workings of the philosophy of mankind is like setting out on a voyage into uncharted seas, you never know what to expect. The poet is talking about the voyage we all take throughout life. The seas we must face, in order to paddle our way through life are the hardest obstacles we must overcome, besides ourselves. Life is an uncontrollable ocean, we never know what to expect next, or have any hope of caging its power. This poem makes me think, we try to fight life, when we should just go with the flow, and let the tides of life drift us to where, we are meant to be. All he is saying is to not be stagnant; we must still make a life for ourselves, no matter what we must weather to do it. | Tossed on a Sea of Trouble by Archilochus Tossed on a sea of troubles, Soul, my Soul, Thyself do thou control; And to the weapons of advancing foes A stubborn breast oppose: Undaunted mid the hostile might Of squadrons burning for the fight. Thine be no boasting when the victor’s crown Wins thee deserved renown; Thine no dejected sorrow, when defeat Would urge a base to retreat: Rejoice in joyous things-nor over much Let grief they bosom touch Midst evil, and still bear in mind How changeful are the ways of humankind.

9: This poem can be interpreted in many different ways. It makes me think of non specific things that temp us into dangerous waters. People are the worse catalyst for bad changes in character. The effects that people we love have on us can be detrimental and dangerous to our wellbeing. As social animals we crave acceptance and will do anything to get it, even if it means making sacrifices for ideals we don’t believe in. There are so many temptations in life, we only hope that the good in us will stay with us and guide us to be the most righteous people we can. Temptations that draw us in can take us away from reality, and ruin our lives. Others can be the distractions we need in order to make it through the life that can sometimes be hard to bare. Many a time, the events that take us away from what we face in real life, are the memories relied upon, as the last hope of sanity. | Lair by Eve Merriam Lunging, plunging through the woods, Past the torchlight, past the fire, loping, leaping, leading on through the brambles, through the brier, luring you into its lair. Close your heart to what is there, close your heart to what you learn, or you may be taken in and you may not return.

11: Afraid of the Dark by Shel Silverstein I’m Regina Clark, I’m afraid of the dark So I always insist on the light on, And my teddy to hug, And my blanket to rub, And my thumby to suck or to bite on. And three bedtime stories, Two trips to the toilet, Two prayers, and five hugs from my mommy, I’m regina clark, I’m afraid of the dark So please do not close this book on me. | I loved this poem because it shows how small we are in the world. As humans, our natural complex is to compare ourselves, and what we have to the next person, when in actuality, the things we think are important, are so minuscule in the knowledge that encompasses the world. He is trying to say that no matter how much we don’t know as individuals, there is so much more, not even thought about that, we don’t know as a collective race. When we put ourselves above others, we are ignorant of what they can contribute to the world, closing doors we never knew were open. As a race, we must open our minds to others, and unite to progress.

12: Agoraphobia by Linda Pastan Imagine waking to a scene of snow so new not even memories of other snow can mar its silken surface. What other innocence is quite like this, and who can blame me for refusing to violate such whiteness with the booted cruelty of tracks? Though I cannot leave this house, I have memorized the view from every window— 23 framed landscapes, containing each nuance of weather and light. And I know the measure of every room, not as a prisoner pacing a cell but as the embryo knows the walls of the womb, free to swim as its body tells it, to nudge the softly fleshed walls, dreading only the moment of contraction when it will be forced into the gaudy world. Sometimes I travel as far | the last stone of the path, but every step, as in the children's story, pricks that tender place on the bottom of the foot, and like an ebbing tide with all the obsession of the moon behind it, I am dragged back. I have noticed in windy fall how leaves are torn from the trees, each leaf waving goodbye to the oak or the poplar that housed it; how the moon, pinned to the very center of the window, is like a moth wanting only to break in. What I mean is this house follows all the laws of lintel and ridgepole, obeys the commandments of broom and of needle, custom and grace. It is not fear that holds me here but passion and the uncrossable moat of moonlight outside the bolted doors.

13: Mental illness is the only time that fear is rational. Sufferers of agoraphobia believe that the world outside their home is a place filled only with danger, and they would be right. The world is a scary place, in a strange way I admire them for admitting to themselves that life is hard and sometimes it is necessary to look inside ourselves and ask, what are we fighting so hard for? Understanding that agoraphobia has nothing to do with the decision to stay inside, this is a good dedication to all those who suffer from it. To honor all who face immense hurdles in their life, to everyone that struggles just to make it through the day, Pastan commends you, I commend you.

14: Life Less Frightening by Rise Against Suffering from something we're not sure of In a world there is no cure for These lives we live test negative for happiness Flat line, no pulse, but eyes open Single file like soldiers on a mission If theres no war outside our heads Why are we losing? I don't ask for much The truth betold i'd settle For a life less frightening, a life less frightening I don't ask for much The truth betold i'd settle For a life less frightening, a life less frightening Hang me out to dry I'm soaking With the sins of knowing What's gone wrong but doing nothing I still run Time again I have found myself stuttering Foundations pulled out from under me This breath is wasted on them all Will someone answer me? | I don't ask for much The truth betold I'd settle For a life less frightening, a life less frightening I don't ask for much The truth betold i'd settle For a life less frightening, a life less frightening Is there a God tonight? Up in the sky or is it empty just like me (Just like me) A place where we can hide out from the night Where you are all I see (Where you are all I see) So blow a kiss goodbye, close your eyes Tell me what you see (Tell me what you see) A life that's set inside this dream of mine Where you are all I see I don't ask for much The truth betold I'd settle For a life less frightening, a life less frightening I don't ask for much The truth betold I'd settle For a life less frightening, a life less frightening

15: Tim McIlrath, who is the lead singer of Rise Against is saying he would be happy without the hardships of life. Even though the challenges we overcome are what make us strong, he wants to turn away from them. McIlrath also talks about love, “A life that’s set inside a dream of mine, where you are all I see”. It’s so powerful to think that he is so in love with this person, that in his dream world, there is nothing there, but her. It’s not that he wants to turn away from life, he just wishes that we would only experience the positive things, which everyone can relate to. To live in a world of bliss would be more than I could ever imagine, but it wouldn’t be the life for me. Without the bad, what can do you have as your baseline to appreciate the good?

16: Amos, I Stand By Joy Wilson When I watch you throw away opportunities, and starve your abilities, Isolate yourself from the ones that love you, I see through your soul. When I watch you break down inside from the failure that has become your life, I see the loathing you have for yourself, for the shame you brought on me. I see that you are a broken toy, others have left you on the shelf to collect dust, I reach for the glue. I say when I watch you, your life is not in vain, live for each day, build each day so the next will be better. I stand up to you, and your choices I stand up for you, my brother.

17: There was something I remembered Something I was told Nothing could be done to stop it Slowly growing unnoticed Paralysis- Taking from him the world Taking him from me Rush- Sirens- Hush- There was something I remembered Something I was told For seven days my life stood still My body ash Blow- I won’t let this kill you He could never come back to me Never would he Wish- There was something I remember Something I was told Too much was lost to try and forget But was it lost? Or do we choose to ignore? Question- Try and move on Escape the nightmare Run- There was something I remember Something I was told Scarred but alive Somehow making it through Breathe- Moving far away our problems followed Which will we choose to face? Hush- | I Remembered | By Joy Wilson

18: These poems have been selected by Joy Wilson. She is fifteen years old and currently attends Stillwater High School. Moving frequently as a child, she has llived such places as Nicholasville, Kentucky, Nairobi, Kenya, Reno, Nevada, and Stillwater, Oklahoma. The theme of her poem anthology is fear, we all have it, and this selection of poems is in honor of everyone who fiights their demons..The strong exteriors we show on the outside are not decieving, everyone has a battle, let your strength be in admitting what you face, not how easily you can hide it.

19: Bibliography Archilochus- Translated by William Hay. Poetry for Pleasure. Garden City, New York: Double Day and Company, Inc, 1960. Hooper, Walter. C.S Lewis Poems. San Diego: Harcourt Brace & Company, 1992. McKay, Claude. The Top 500 Poems. New York: Columbia University Press, 1992. Ricks, Christopher. Samuel Menashe. New and Selected Poems.USA: American Poets Project, 2005. Merriam, Eve. Halloween ABC. New York:Macmillan Publishing Company, 1987. Pastan, Linda. “Agoraphobia” from Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998. New York: Norton & Company, Inc, 1998. Rise Against. Life less frightening. Rec. 2004. MP3. DGC Records, 2004. Sandburg, Carl. Wind Song. New York.: Harcourt, Brace & World, INC,1960. Silverstein, Shel. Where the Sidewalk Ends. New York: HarpercollinsPublishers, 1974.

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