Maleena+Mel

“Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.” Albert Camus
 * 1. An introductory quote from another poet about poetry**

**2. Four original poems, including three formats we worked on in class** Sonnet there once lived a cat who dreamed about becoming a cat-fish he was tired of living on land so he went to the sea and made a wish to the wish-ing-whale asking him can he turn him in-to a cat-fish and the wish-ing-whale said your wish is my com-and.

Ode There is that moment when you show someone that you care, show them love, show them the world. Try to give them the whole entire lake because they was thirsty. Do everything they say but they seem to not care, show emotions. There is a moment when they sit right next to you and not speak to you. Its always a problem. But your just trying to show them that your perfect for each other. Soon when your fed up thats when they are going to realize what they wanted was here but they just didnt see. they was just to blind to see what was good was in front of them. But you hurt one, another would come around and do the same. Its carma believe in it.

Life has its own. Its like a water cycle. It goes up then it comes down. life making love then make life. the women holds the baby. Let them grow. when the time has come to give birth, here is new life to the earth. a new cycle of the mother and father who made love to make life. Then the cycle continues as that new life makes his/her own life.

I Was Raised By.. By: Maleena Mel I was raised by struggle, with blue berry picking to make money then food stamps to keep food in the refrigerator. I was raised by a strong women. Who did everything on her own. didnt need no ones help. i wasnt raised by my birth parents. i was raised by a strong women who took care of all her children and grand children. i was raised by a women who want everyone together as one, where she can see the family together as she grow old. i was raised by the smell of rice every morning, with the smell of some home made fried chicken. i was raised living in a house filled with people. Filled with sadness but then later succeed in life. i was raised by a family were we argued, fight, and hated each other. But then never let it go to far. I was raised by a strong and wise family, that never gave up.

The Future By: Maleena Mel In life there are places, but in different parts. There are happiness, there are love, there are sadness. There are things you have to live under. Like to obey the laws that we as one people didn't agree to have. But we have to live by the others who seem to be bigger then us by where they sit. But the only thing i can do is use my mind as power instead of using my hands to stand for something. I knew that if i used my mind now then later i would be sitting there where the people who i live under will live under me because i will be the new generation, the new person to change the law where everyone come as one to agree.

**3.** **A statement about your own poetry** The statement about my own poetry talks about some parts of living a teenage life. It talks about what happens to a teenager in a relationship. And what they go threw during the time as a teenager.

**4. Three poems from one poet of your choice** & **5. Close Reading Analysis of these three poems**

3/13 Frank O'Hara Poems Ave Maria code Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies! get them out of the house so they won't know what you're up to it's true that fresh air is good for the body but what about the soul that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images and when you grow old as grow old you must 2                 they won't hate you they won't criticize you they won't know they'll be in some glamorous country they first saw on a Saturday afternoon or playing hookey

they may even be grateful to you for their first sexual experience which only cost you a quarter and didn't upset the peaceful home they will know where candy bars come from and gratuitous bags of popcorn as gratuitous as leaving the movie before it's over with a pleasant stranger whose apartment is in the Heaven on Earth Bldg near the Williams burg Bridge oh mothers you will have made the little tykes so happy because if nobody does pick them up in the movies they won't know the difference and if somebody does it'll be sheer gravy and they'll have been truly entertained either way instead of hanging around the yard or up in their room hating you prematurely since you won't have done anything horribly mean yet except keeping them from the darker joys it's unforgivable the latter so don't blame me if you won't take this advice and the family breaks up and your children grow old and blind in front of a TV set seeing movies you wouldn't let them see when they were young code || // This poem is about how mothers in America. It talks about how parents should their kids grow up on their own and let them teach them self what right and what is right and what is wrong. Like for example in the poem on the first line it said “let your kids go to the movies! get them out of the house so they won't know what you're up to it's true that fresh air is good for the body” this line compares to the situation by, the mothers should let their kids go out. And let them live a teenage life. Also another comparence is that one part of the poem said that they should let their kids go out because when you was younger you did the same, and let them have there fun because later they would grow old and realize it at the end. //// When I look at the poem I see that it is from side to side. The poem also dose not repeat the same words. It uses different words but then it still stayed on topic of what the poem is talking about. When I read the poem out loud to my self it sound like fun, and a lecture. When I imagen the poem in my head I can see a man sitting down talking to a mother and telling her what she should do and what she shouldn’t do. My discoveries from reading this poem is that mothers should remember when they was a teenager that love to have fun, and instead of not letting you kids have fun, they should let them do the things they never did as they grew up. //

Meditations in an Emergency By: Frank O'Hara

Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth. Why should I share you? Why don't you get rid of someone else for a change? I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love. Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves. However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally //regret// life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they're missing? Uh huh. My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still. If only i had grey, green, black, brown, yellow eyes; I would stay at home and do something. It's not that I'm curious. On the contrary, I am bored but it's my duty to be attentive, I am needed by things as the sky must be above the earth. And lately, so great has //their// anxiety become, I can spare myself little sleep. Now there is only one man I like to kiss when he is unshaven. Heterosexuality! you are inexorably approaching. (How best discourage her?) St. Serapion, I wrap myself in the robes of your whiteness which is like midnight in Dostoevsky. How I am to become a legend, my dear? I've tried love, but that hides you in the bosom of another and I am always springing forth from it like the lotus—the ecstasy of always bursting forth! (but one must not be distracted by it!) or like a hyacinth, "to keep the filth of life away," yes, there, even in the heart, where the filth is pumped in and slanders and pollutes and determines. I will my will, though I may become famous for a mysterious vacancy in that department, that greenhouse. Destroy yourself, if you don't know! It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so. I admire you, beloved, for the trap you've set. It's like a final chapter no one reads because the plot is over. "Fanny Brown is run away—scampered off with a Cornet of Horse; I do love that little Minx, & hope She may be happy, tho' She has vexed me by this Exploit a little too.—Poor silly Cecchina! or F:B: as we used to call her.—I wish She had a good Whipping and 10,000 pounds."—Mrs. Thrale. I've got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I'll be back, I'll re-emerge, defeated, from the valley; you don't want me to go where you go, so I go where you don't want me to. It's only afternoon, there's a lot ahead. There won't be any mail downstairs. Turning, I spit in the lock and the knob turns. || // This poem above is about a life of a person and how they look, and what happened before and after. So the poem would address a female. For example females have problems like, they want to be some body, like na famous person or something. So they would start to compare them selves to one another, and not only that they would start to say things and do things.it also talks about love, and how a female love a man, and how females express their feelings. By looking at the poem structure and form its look regular, its just that everytime they start something new they would press enter and start on a new line. And then continue on. Through out the poem Meditations in an Emergency uses periods, commas, explanation points etc. In the poem as you keep reading in one of the lines it says “ My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away.”the stanza of the poem brings out what is the poem about, what happens and how is the person in the poem is feeling. In the poem the line creates different stanzas. The poem also set many different tones. Like when you read it, it seems like it is really true. I can imagen a lot by reading this poem. //
 * Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French?

The Day Lady Died By: Frank O'Hara

code It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner and I don't know the people who will feed me

I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun and have a hamburger and a malted and buy an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets in Ghana are doing these days I go on to the bank and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard) doesn't even look up my balance for once in her life and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or Brendan Behan's new play or Le Balcon or Les Nègres of Genet, but I don't, I stick with Verlaine after practically going to sleep with quandariness

and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it

and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT while she whispered a song along the keyboard to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing code ||

My Own Poem By: Maleena Mel

I have 3mins to write a poem, time is ticking, and the look of Ms. Pahomov just cant wait to say times up. Each time i am writing something im rushing threw it, thinking so hard my head saying what m i going to put next? The question just keep popping up in my head. Ms. Pahomov Shout out times up, Save and post your poems. Right when i was done i to close my laptop.