Shannon+Pomes

= ARTIST UNDER CONSTRUCTION! (not really) =

Ode ~ Shannon Powers  An ode you say?  But to what, I ask?  The moon ?  The stars ?  The very it's self?  To what do I give an ode to? What is an ode but words that cannot describe  A pain, a memory, or ture feelings inside  A memory is a word that is hard to depict  Pain is something that makes memory hard to accept  But ture deep feelings are things that to memory  Are worth more then the word it's self  This is an ode to that witch cannot be put into words that I know

Saunet~ Shannon Powers Take me now to May the time of new light

<span style="color: #26782d; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">To be here is an honer I adore

<span style="color: #26782d; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">In to the spring together now take flight

<span style="color: #26782d; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">To much in life is alone we want more

<span style="color: #26782d; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Time is an illusion so lets forget it

<span style="color: #26782d; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Take a deep breath and walk together now

<span style="color: #26782d; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">The darkness is thick keep the candle lit

I was raised by~ Shannon Powers

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by "never judge a book by it's cover" kind of people <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by loud, irish and proud kind of people <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by love family hate family kind of people <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by the best cooking, make you wanna cry kind of people <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by friends are family kind of people <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by rockers and alternitev, by hard core and pop kind of people <span style="color: #3252e2; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I was raised by Metallica, Guns and Roses, and Bon jovei turn kind of people <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by, hard working, party don't start till we get there, dance and have some fun kind of people <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by "don't just sit there, your at a party have some fun" kind of people <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by close friends and an even closer family.

No Attention/ Invisible clock ~ Shannon Powers

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> Here we go again writing lines of poetry <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> tick <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> Always gotta raice against the clock <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> tock <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> Always gotta try and get attention though I know no one sees it <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> sigh <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I don't care for this kind of thing <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> click <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> Hey maybe something fun is on my itunes <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> nope <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> Here lets see if anyone read any of my poems <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> doubt <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> Well I'm used to it, invisability is a specalty that I have <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> tick <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> Time is running out to stand out guess I'll get a chance next time <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> tock. About the Writer~

In the way I write I can see it's lazy and not very well thought out. I am not the kind of person who likes to write poetry for I do not like it. My poetry can be random and dry to annoyingly stupid. I like to read certain poems but very many, so I don't have a very good sense of how to set them up and write them out. To tell the truth I'd rather write a ten page esse then a poem and I'm afraid this may show in my poems. For that I am truly sorry (not really)... <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #c8790e; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"> Eating Poetry- <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #6699cc; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-decoration: none;">[|Mark Strand]

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.

I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

In the poem Eating poetry by Mark Strand he speaks in a slightly informal tone to it. It seems he is talking about being a dog though this is unclear in the beginning of the poem. There are two lines in the poem that show a slightly joyful tone to it. Those lines being the second stanza “There is no happiness like mine.” And the last stanza “I romp with joy in the bookish dark.”. The mentions of the room being “dim” or “dark” give some parts of the poem a darker out look. It sets the scene in a dimly lit library with an angered librarian. At first read this poem could really confuse the reader, but upon a second look you begin to understand it better. As far as I could tell in reading this poem there wasn’t much of a theme.

Man and Camel- Mark Strand

code On the eve of my fortieth birthday I sat on the porch having a smoke when out of the blue a man and a camel happened by. Neither uttered a sound at first, but as they drifted up the street and out of town the two of them began to sing. Yet what they sang is still a mystery to me— the words were indistinct and the tune too ornamental to recall. Into the desert they went and as they went their voices rose as one above the sifting sound of windblown sand. The wonder of their singing, its elusive blend of man and camel, seemed an ideal image for all uncommon couples. Was this the night that I had waited for so long? I wanted to believe it was, but just as they were vanishing, the man and camel ceased to sing, and galloped back to town. They stood before my porch, staring up at me with beady eyes, and said: "You ruined it. You ruined it forever." code

This poem was formated much like a story giving it a more story like feel. Though the poem itself is a bit confusing there isn't much underlying information with in the lines. It almost has a mystirious feel to it as you read the line " the words were indistinct and the tune too ornamental to recall." seems to tell you that this is a retell of something from the speaker's past. The last line "you've ruined it. you've ruined it forever" seems to be more then a little confusing as to what was ment by it. There seems to be a feeling in the delivery of this line that seems to be asking the reader to figure out what was ment by it. I am unsure of if this was intended to be in there, or if this is just something I myself was doing in my need to understand this odd poem.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">The coming of Light ~ Mark Strand code Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath. code || In the poem The coming of light, Mark Strand tells of light within the night. He tells of when dreams come and the light they bring along with warmth.The poem itself doesn't rhyme or fallow any kind of rhyme schema it seems to be completely at random. The poem gives off the sense of peace and harmony calming the reader. "the coming of love, the coming of light" gives you a sense of what Mark Strand is talking about. The poem seems to be metaphorically talking about how even in the darkest of nights light and love can still shine through. Though this is purely my thoughts and can be argued and disputed.