Rashaun+Williams

When I was in elementary school, I was a part of a drum line. The kids there were just a gathering of kids who drummed beats on table at lunch and in school. The set up was always a 1st come 1st serve bases, where you go and grab the drum you want. One day I took the lead drum, which was stationed in the front and gave me most of the power of the team behind me. Normally the kids were horrible, and they never drummed in unison. This day when I took the lead, there was finally harmony and actual music being played. It wasn't that I took over the team; it was that my drum was a soloist kind of drum, allowing me to try and help the coach keep the tempo of the rest of the drummers. The ode I created was to sleeping, because at the time honestly, I was sleepy. I tried to give a graceful feel and write it in a way where if the reader reads it, they feel at peace with no actual actions and energetic movements coming to mind. I spoke about some of the tiny things that go into sleep that doesn't seem to even exist, like the sheets you use to add comfort. My sonnet is simple in its complexity. I'm speaking about breath. I wanted to give senses such as seeing, smelling, hearing and feeling the breath. Bad breath is vile so I tried to express its stench in a poet feel. My last poem is legless travels. It can mean many things like people move towards nothing, or traveling to a better way of life without the proper means and more. The poem basically tells how I feel about my world, my people, and myself in so many words. I really delve into where I am not in societies opinion apposed to where I am in my personal success. The poem was made yo make you think as a reader, and made specifically for it to be read aloud in a spoken word feel.
 * __About Reezey's Poems__**

Rita Dove Says:** Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful **

vibrations travel. Frequencies filter from fine fashions flickered frantically for funas fragrance is forgotten by the youth. the racket of rain drops battering a window in the night's half not tickling to get a laugh but embarrassing to be cackled at and my ears fold down. Wedging agony rendered through clinking sticks thoughts to no brain head held by no shoulders fingers missing tips and wrists mowing maintenance's motion as time strides the surge of a new set stone to liquid and brings mountain to magma. aided by proficiency,unison trots the veins of music bass is embraced to take heart at this race as pace is erect from the lungs beneath breasts chest connects left and right solar plexus align to set grace from the rib of music fairing Eve Spin, expands to mind and the minds are many, but all think alike from roots of other gardens give light to one tree. Thus creates the band. click, click, click, click pmp-ttss ttss ttssssssizzlingsights set on... sound echos reverb doooowwwwn punching the bosom of celia drenching the noise with sound ing the bells of music to be felt all around when the rumbles of thunder crack in days begin while odor is gone order is build sound seeps from silence signally simultaneous symphony vibration travels
 * __Drumming In the Rain__**

The cotton that rests left dimple to set Stretch out to the Crescent The gale of night induces my extension pulling hairs towards sky as the goose fly chilling to skin, beautiful at brim peaked by the 12 delved to the am I draw my mouth out, descended towards the Earth and release breath with heat and desire of sleep Smells of feet roam from yawn's breathe and the room where I bathe is wear I brush the teeth preparation for the beauty of her grace the power in his swing the peace in it's grace to sleep Ohh to sleep. to place face to cushion sinked deep beneath the sheet Power Rangers go with lightning bolts to the feet heat elevated lingering to hug me to swathe me to rest me to put me to sleep.
 * __The Ode To Sleep__**

To breathe only for it taken away As breath is at the hand when stench retreats Dentures are vile to fall from hells decay Dragons convey beauty to his harsh speech To smell as this fetors the air with heat To run the mind and mouth with just bare feet Explore the lands untold by the redeemed And kill the cells when thoughts come out to speak Bringing out tears from fear of when we think To strike the face without a note or clef Because most thoughts are brought before to reach The smells of drinks rotted from cows and breasts Connect and slap the nose with hate and beat Next time can you just please just brush your teeth
 * __Taste to Nose__**

James A. Emanuel: James A. Emanuel seems to be one of those poets who style is tranquil and roaring, but in a way where everything he says can be indulged by the reader and listener. He incorporates a lot of punctuation, pauses, and rhymes in his poetry. In my perspective, I believe he speak in this mannerism only to assure what he is giving is received. His pauses in many of his poems give the listener appeal and apprehension to every word in his message. I believe that all his poems should be read in a systematic, yet unconfined technique. Supporting my theory are his poems because of the way they are formatted and written. Most of the letters only are capitalized when a new paragraph has been started, or when he wants to amplify the message. When he does this, the tone is often immediately taken to it's original state as the poetry continues. Another connection that can be made is his strong feel for African American culture and music. He speaks about jazz a lot and when he does, it seems that he incorporates a lot of black root feel in his words, blues and he speaks in the poetic form in which jazz is played.

Suppressed As a piece to a piece attached to attachment attacking suppressers of peace need I repeat, do you understand my speak or do you hear key words and frame lips to say preach
 * __Legless Travels__**

My speech is oblique, messaging to deceit because my mane kinks up and my skin's isn't bleached favoring the teeth as they clink when they teach furnishing a bullet to press dents in the heat

I am the lie told to mold society clothes and fold the holds of old sneers to the soul as I chose between a cave and a bat They want you to dress like that this and talk like that

I dress like this, my tongue won't hold back I come from one people, though many call me black created styles of jazz to improve pizzazz as we rock with rap and hip hop and all dat as we clap to a melody speak about a felony and heavily intensify the shit that be upsetting me

thinkin bout the pedigrees and tryna love my enemies as I was set free before the 1870's told me I was dumb because I couldn't read the lettering but now I read and right with brown skin so heavenly

judged brown skin as the united states could not unite on one statement to love sound skin and decorate the flawless lawless and strong held rule in tact They want you to dress like that this and talk like that

to hold you to a system to deploy the decoy of destroying pistols of tongues with missiles and hit you with needless necessities to clinch you and synch you to dreams, as I stand you pinch you

lies colored with the essence of Spring vegetating green with the presence of kings money is the root of all evil we sing but we strive to obtain the sin which it brings we breathe what we think and we think what we breathe and our air is polluted so how well do we sing

I can be that smooth charismatic blossomed violet of blue to bring tickle to nose as I glaze pass you giving color to paper and taste to cubed ice and hold steady to the power of knowledge, no price to love those before my with the music of May and shine as a needle surrounded in hay or run with DMC and walk this way be this thick but not to fat because They want you to dress like that this and talk like that