Nikhail+James

 1) A quote about poetry:  "Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..." By: Unknown   2) Draft of a memory poem:  I remember seeing the color of cops here and there I remember seeing so many faces I've never seen before in the crowds of court life I remember hearing the sounds of the never ending sounds tengo of words here and there the arguments of the one's you loved most at that point in time Why WHY Mommy Why Father WHY I remember the smell of breakfast in the morning in father's bed the smell was the one thing i love about mornings I remember the smell of dinner in the evening in my room just talking to friends my mommy's love went into everything she did for me I remember the back and forth between the things i loved I remember the touch of my mommy's back as i kissed and hugged her good bye to unpuase the life with my father I remember not knowing when i would see her again because of herself or my father's pride I remember me and my first sister just wanting what we had in both of our life at our disposal Together as one like anyone else would want in our life's Why Why not WHY Mommy why not WHY Father why not WHY WHY NOT 2) A second memory poem: I remember seeing the color of cops here and there I remember seeing so many faces I've never seen before in the crowds of court life I remember hearing the sounds of the never ending sounds tengo of words here and there the arguments of the one's you loved most at that point in time Why WHY Mommy Why Father WHY I remember the smell of breakfast in the morning in father's bed the smell was the one thing i love about mornings I remember the smell of dinner in the evening in my room just talking to friends my mommy's love went into everything she did for me I remember the back and forth between the things i loved I remember the touch of my mommy's back as i kissed and hugged her good bye to unpuase the life with my father I remember not knowing when i would see her again because of herself or my father's pride I remember me and my first sister just wanting what we had in both of our life at our disposal Together as one like anyone else would want in our life's Why Why Why WHY NOT!!

3) An ode:  My mommy knocks on my door most nights with the glass of pleasure to bring the thing that nature loves to give that some humans tamper with to make what some call better My mommy bring me that special glass filled with the aroma of different mixes of tastes

Be more clear Longer Play with words but more better 3) Ode Revised  My mommy knocks on my door most nights with a glass of pleasure to bring the substance that nature loves to give that some humans tamper with to make what some call better My mommy bring me that special glass filled with the aroma of different mixes of tastes as my stomach flutters with joy knowing what it's about to receive after a day long worth of learning and snacks here and there to know you can come home to something that can make all the stress and pain go away is something i want all the time no matter what it is as long as it's nourishment for my body.

4) A Riff poem  I saw a body perfect in every inch another day dragging myself on public transportation not fully awake after a shower or the suns bright rays i thought i would never fully get up that day untill ... .... ...... that is how i felt when i seen a figure that grabbed my undivided attention then i was no longer tired i was fully and happily awake this figure this wonderful creation of god that stood before me was unlike nothing i've had the pleasure to embrace the sight of she was breath taking hart stopping time freezing in an instanced i just wanted to freeze time like she did in my world and mine i started to regain the my senses to notice the thing around me i know my stop was 30th street we we're on 46th it was too close as i took another look just to make sure i wasn't day dreaming she was gone now i had a twitch in my right arm realizing that beautiful girl was just a pigment of my imagination i can't shake her form my head i just know she was real thinking of her all day until i went home and to sleep the next i made sure i was up to so thing wouldn't scarer me again just looking out of the window a bird court my eye as i followed it with my eye it lead me to ... ..... ....... IT was her again i wasn't imaging her SHE WAS REAL I saw a body perfect in every inch By: Nikhail James 5) A Sonnet

6) A written analysis or your own poetry My Poet Ovid: Ovid poem #1 <span style="color: #6b09c8; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Love in the afternoom It was very hot. The day had gone just past its noon. I'd stretched out on a couch to take a nap. One of the window-shutters was open, one was closed. The light was like you'd see deep in the woods, or like the glow of dusk when Phoebus leaves the sky, or when night pales, and day has not yet dawned, - a perfect light for girls with too much modesty, where anxious Shame can hope to hide away. When, look! here comes Corinna in a loose ungirded gown, her parted hair framing her gleaming throat, like lovely Semiramis entering her boudoir, or fabled Lais, loved by many men. I tore her gown off - not that it mattered, being so sheer, and yet she fought to keep that sheer gown on; but since she fought with no great wish for victory, she lost, betraying herself to the enemy. And as she stood before me, her garment all thrown off, I saw a body perfect in every inch: What shoulders, what fine arms I looked on - and embraced! What lovely breasts, begging to be caressed! How smooth and flat a belly under a compact waist! And the side view - what a long and youthful thigh! But why go into details? Each point deserved its praise. I clasped her naked body close to mine. You can fill in the rest. We both lay there, worn out. May all my afternoons turn out this well. <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 12pt;">

Ovid poem #2 <span style="color: #6b09c8; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Already over the sea from her old spouse she comes, the blonde goddess whose frosty wheels bring day. Why do you hurry, Aurora? Hold off, so may the birds shed ritual blood each year for Memnon's shade. Now it's good to lie in my mistress's tender arms; if ever, now it's good to feel her near. Now drowsiness is richest, the morning air is cool, and birds sing shrilly from their tender throats. Why do you hurry, dreaded by men and dreaded by girls? Draw back your dewy reins with your crimson hand. The sailor marks the stars more clearly before you rise, not raoming aimlessly across the sea; the traveller, though weary, arises when you come, and the soldier sets his savage hand to arms; you're first to see the farmers wield their heavy hoes and to call slow oxen under the curving yoke; you rob boys of their sleep and give them over to schools, where tender hands must bear the savage switch; and you send reckless fools to pledge themselves in court, where they take ruinous losses through one word; the lawyer and the pleader take no delight in you, for each must rise and wrangle with new torts; and you ensure that women's chores are never done, calling the spinner's hands back to her wool. All this I'd bear; but who would bear that girls must rise at dawn, unless himself he has no girl? How many times I've wished Night would not yield to you, the stars not fade and flee before your face! How many times I've wished the wind would smash your wheels, your steeds would stumble on a cloud and fall! Jealous, why do you hurry? If your son is black, it's since his mother'sheart is that same color. How I wish Tithonus could still tell tales of you: no goddess would be more disgraced in heaven. Since he is endless eons old, you rise and flee at dawn to the chariot the old man hates, but if some Cephalus were lying in your arms, you'd cry out, 'O run slowly, steeds of night! ' Why should this lover pay, if your husband withers with age? Was I the matchmaker who brought him to you? Remember how much sleep was given to her loved youth by Luna - and she's beautiful as you. The father of gods himself, to see you all the less, joined two nights into one for his desires. I'd finished my complaint. You could tell she'd heard: she blushed; and yet the day rose at its usual time. <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 12pt;">

Ovid poem #3 <span style="color: #6b09c8; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Short partings do best, though: time wears out affections, The absent love fades, a new one takes its place. With Menelaus away, Helen's disinclination for sleeping Alone led her into her guest's Warm bed at night. Were you crazy, Menelaus? Why go off leaving your wife With a stranger in the house? Do you trust doves to falcons, Full sheepfolds to mountain wolves? Here Helen's not at fault, the adulterer's blameless - He did no more than you, or any man else, Would do yourself. By providing place and occasion You precipitated the act. What else did she do But act on your clear advice? Husband gone; this stylish stranger Here on the spot; too scared to sleep alone - Oh, Helen wins my acquittal, the blame's her husband's: All she did was take advantage of a man's Human complaisance. And yet, more savage than the tawny Boar in his rage, as he tosses the maddened dogs On lightening tusks, or a lioness suckling her unweaned Cubs, or the tiny adder crushed By some careless foot, is a woman's wrath, when some rival Is caught in the bed she shares. Her feelings show On her face. Decorum's flung to the wind, a maenadic Frenzy grips her, she rushes headlong off After fire and steel... .