Johniera+McClain


 * All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling . **// -Oscar Wilde //
 * Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history. **// -Plato //
 * Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. **// -Robert Fros t //

** __I'm tired of trying, being tried with ..__ **

 **Chasing a Loss**  Tap.* Right on my shoulder. Chasing after you.* Start of it all, you liked me as much as I liked you. Us liking each other, from day one* Silly ways and countless days; joking, laughing, playing, running around with you Still running rounds though, driving myself dizzy Just to catch you. Hoping that you'll catch me, and lead me to your deepest of feelings, thoughts and actions. So that away we could be one, so close to one another that even in the deepest and closest love one never saw it done. Screaming children, spring flowers, and black bags of goodies. Circles.. hypnotizing me in your trance, everything else losing all significance. Glasses dropped* "I'll pick them up later when we're done." Thought to self.* Still chasing you around the schoolyard. Still running rounds though, driving myself dizzy Just to catch you. Making suave moves, swirling, dipping, and bobbing. You aren't catching me, I'm not there .. where I wanna be, where I'm needed, next to you. I'm tired of trying, being tried with .. Done chasing after you* So, I really just lost my glasses.

** Ode to the Iron. **  There when I'm wrinkle and when things are just not going smooth. Takes over the bumpy obstacles. Leads me to a straighter way. The right direction The path that leads me to the neat The Neat? You know the “Neat” Its that little retreat where the reflection of one Is represented in the most organized and fashionable //fashion. //  Your blue knob, button… top Whatever, the red light, the hot medal press, and spray starch Shows the absolute readiness that some piece of clothing is about to get it. Not the worst just something that can be the difference between you getting that job or that little boy on his way with his grandparents to church, looking more manly than you. Just think about it. How and Why wouldn’t you want that iron? Are you okay with that? Use your Iron Iron Streamers …

** Calculator Love <3 ** (Line from Naomi Shihab Nye) What does minus mean? I never wanna minus you. And well me multiplying you isn't gonna happen soon, cause we're to young. But if you was ever to decide to divide our love. It would be a sad, you see me plus you equal a perfect match.



Reasons ** Why I love him? May you ask, so calmly. I love him, to the deepest crevice heart has. Any heart, preferably mines though. I love him for the reason he was born. I love him for the reason he was placed In my life, for he does no wrong to me. Love, I love Love with all Love has to love. For he knows me, and I know that thee does Love me just as much as one can love any One, Two Three. My Love for thee, he he he Boom, big explosion, of his potion, that Overwhelms my love, his potion equals Love. At its finest, for only true love comes once. For when he leaves I’ll love continously.  

Well I’ve noticed that through out the poetry I have written, the way I actually write may be very simple. Now that I am introduced to new poetry/ type of poems/types of poets, I’ve unraveled into looking very similar to my detailed studied poet, William Carlos Williams. He and I are very similar when it comes to the simple text that is within our poetry. The vocabulary used within my poetry seems not to be too intricate nor complex. The ideas and concepts may be caught simply, without much thought to realize whats actually going on in the poem. Yet if anything one may look at something I’ve written in a whole new way, that even me as the author of my poems didn’t recognize. The messages, in the story within the poems also as well may be looked to be different according to reader.. “I never wanna minus you. And well me multiplying you isn't gonna happen soon, cause we're to young. But if you was ever to decide to divide our love.” You see purposely, I’ve taken a line from another piece of poetry and turned it into my own, but not making anything too hard to comprehend either, I could of taken this line “I never wanna minus you.” And turned everything around it, a big similie or metaphor, but no I would rather be easygoing, and straightforward. I actually enjoy poetry like that. It has so much hidden depth, that you really do have to go searching for the message behind the very lines read. So love, oh my love, I love what love has given me to love my love "I love you" So my love "I love you" My beautiful love whom blessed me with his all, my king, my love, my everything. So my love, I was hoping love somewhat loves me, mmm feeling like love cannot even possibly do thee. Oh my love. . . So love, can you even see what I see love?, No my love, well that's exactly what I mean love. It cannot be love, my love. In fact its true love doesn't love me. When it loves nobody. <3.
 * Johniera's Analysis **
 * Calculator Love <3 **
 * So Love, my Love **

**WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS** (1883-1963) William Carlos Williams, has an interesting outlook on poetry. His poems are very unique. For one, his poetry consists of simplicity. Also appreciating little things that many others may or may not surpass in life. For example, in “This Is Just To Say” the poem told a story in which he was asked to be forgiven by one, he has ate someones plums that were in the refridgerator. Now, many occasions where I have ate someone elses foods and haven’t even thought to say sorry. It’s the little things that people don’t run over to really appreciate in life. That within his poetry you can really look and think about the small stuff in your life that you don’t give its credit to. He can turn a few stanzas into a full head on image in your head. Mostly all of his poetry you can see when thinking and concentrating on the content of the poem. “The Red Wheelbarrow” The poem literally has five lines. And within those simple five lines you can picture a whole farm. That is how amazing his poetry is. Its very detailed and thought provoking. Throughout looking at the poems written by William Carlos Williams, he has a way to have messages where you couldn’t see just by reading the poem once, many topics flow throughout the words he has said. Subliminal messages rather said. “April Is The Saddest Month” A poem in which he is talking about two dogs, and how they were together and some how the male dog, left the one he was with for another female dog. See many people would interepret that as him just saying a poem about two dogs being together, but if you really sit there and think about it, he absoloutely can be talking about an relationship. Life in general. I love how poetry simply can be anything, and based on what William Carlos Williams have written he has proven that. The creativity that is placed in one’s poetry cannot be compared with anyone else, sure there are plenty of poets and poems that are just like William Carlos Williams poetry, but you can never duplicate or even have the same thought mentality as the person who is writing their own poetry.

by W.C. Williams **
 * The Red Wheelbarrow

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">so much depends upon

a red wheel barrow

glazed with rain water

beside the white chickens.

**<span style="color: #800000; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">This Is Just To Say By W.C. Williams ** <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox

and which you were probably saving for breakfast

Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

**<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> There they were stuck dog and bitch halving the compass
 * <span style="color: #800000; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">April Is The Saddest Month **
 * <span style="color: #800000; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">By W.C Williams

Then when with his yip they parted oh how frolicsome

she grew before him playful dancing and how disconsolate

he retreated hang-dog she following through the shrubbery

[|W.C. Williams Poetry]