Jaccar+Garcia



**"Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you've lost the whole thing"** **William Stanely Merwin**

**"...the best words in the best order"** **Samuel Taylor Coleridge**

**"Raised By" Poem** **By: Jaccar Garcia**

Raised by the children of God Under the word of the bible Raised by my surroundings By settings, sound, language, and traditions different from everyone else

The setting of New York City The sound of Bachata in the morning The language of spanish The traditions of Dominicans

Raised to respect and care for the ones who show the same appreciation towards me Raised to ignore the lies and bricks that life throws at me Raised to exceed my own expectations and prove I'm worth more than what's believed Raised to leave my name carved in history and be remembered for more than what was

Raised by the lessons one has already learned Risking the possibilities I would need to learn them on my own Raised by my mother who taught me to be the person giving the orders instead of receiving them Working for no one but myself Raised by my father who taught me there's more to life then riches That first comes one's true happiness and then the rest is a bonus Raised by the world whom helps me learn right from wrong **"Ode Poem"** **By: Jaccar Garica**

You evenly light up my days Making it fair for everyone to receive your presence   I know you want to give me more  More than what a lightbulb has to offer  More than what my flashlight has to offer  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But you serve everyone and that's what I admire about you  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> At times you get enraged and steam up my day  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Other times you get upset and I wonder you went  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But at the end I know you're there to brighten up my day  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And that's what I admire about about you  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I wish I could thank you with many hugs  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But theres a tension that would burn me alive  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I wish I could look into your eyes and thank you  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But they say love is blind  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But you're too far, and this distint relationship I can't handle  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I still admire what you do, but I need to cool off once in a while  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Even though I need to chill  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I know you're going to keep shinning my day's as well as everyone else's  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And that's what I admire about you  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">**"Sonnet Poem"** <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">**By: Jaccar Garcia** <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> If one day I shall go out side with you Will you join me on a ride to the park If one day I shall get lost with no clue Will you then search the ends and leave a mark

If one day you are to leave my great sight I would take a journey to reach your charm If one day you are to get into fights I would go by your side and cause no harm

If one day I am to receive your love I would jump lengths][of skyscrapers in joy

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> **"Day one, today"** <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> **By: Jaccar Garcia**  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> Laughs, and jokes with smiles And Playing around with cars and dolls And eating lunch while sharing cookies and milk Taking naps along side each other Reading stories to one another Doing math and helping another Looked into your eyes, and realized the story I can tell was longer then a novel. I tried to avoid writing poems about the average teenage love or the the average teenage heart break. Made myself expand my mind to other things, which is what made these unique to me. They aren't as good as a Shakespeare poem, but by taking the chance to do things differently it gave me the chance to make myself a better poet. Challenging myself to write about more then the usual helps me see things differently and the level of difficulty now will make it easier for me when I attempt it the next time. Through out the time that I wrote each of these 4 individual poems I began to notice the many ways one can see a simple object and grow a poem out of it.
 * Artist Statement:**



code Oh, but it is dirty! this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with that match!
 * Author Of following Poems- Elizabeth Bishop**
 * Poems:**
 * -Filling Station**
 * -One Art**
 * -Chemin De Fer**
 * Filling Station ||||  ||
 * by [|Elizabeth Bishop] ||
 * Poem #1 ||

Father wears a dirty, oil-soaked monkey suit that cuts him under the arms, and several quick and saucy and greasy sons assist him (it's a family filling station), all quite thoroughly dirty.

Do they live in the station? It has a cement porch behind the pumps, and on it a set of crushed and grease- impregnated wickerwork; on the wicker sofa a dirty dog, quite comfy.

Some comic books provide the only note of color-- of certain color. They lie upon a big dim doily draping a taboret (part of the set), beside a big hirsute begonia.

Why the extraneous plant? Why the taboret? Why, oh why, the doily? (Embroidered in daisy stitch with marguerites, I think, and heavy with gray crochet.)

Somebody embroidered the doily. Somebody waters the plant, or oils it, maybe. Somebody arranges the rows of cans so that they softly say: ESSO--SO--SO--SO

to high-strung automobiles. Somebody loves us all. code || Creating a scene of filth and comedy, the poem brings the reader in by giving a story from a memory the poet; Elizabeth Bishop of a filling station.Through out the first 4 stanzas Elizabeth Bishop describes a filthy station and through out the rest of the poem questions are brought up to the readers attention. She questions the reason for the organization of everything at the station and the reason for it being the way it is. By creating a scene to begin the poem it makes the reader pay more attention to the poem to see whats the deeper understanding rather than just knowing the station was filthy. She describes the station as oil-soaked, with filthy workers. The poem has an order of putting the basic facts stand out more then the inner questions. By ending the poem two lines ,rather then continuing the pattern of 6 lines per stanza, she shows more meaning to those two lines. Giving a hint as to whats really going on. In the stanza before she mentions somebody 3 times but is very vague about the person with such order and then in the last two lines she finishes off with "Somebody loves us all". This could mean anything to the reader but to Bishop this seems to have a connection with someone close to her. Possible she was speaking of god, her mother, or her grandmother.
 * Close Reading Analysis:**

code The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
 * One Art ||||  ||
 * by [|Elizabeth Bishop] ||
 * Poem #2 ||

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster code || The first stanza of this poem; written by Elizabeth Bishop, gives a brief statement as to the "One art" (The name of the poem. Elizabeth the feeling of losing something a different meaning. She makes an art that isn't hard to master. One can fiddle away something so easily that it should not be surprising. Through out all the stanzas of this poem she continues a pattern from top to end. In each stanza she switches from ending the lines with "disaster" or "master" giving those two words incredible meaning in this poem. In the first and last stanzas she uses both words. With the use of these words in the first stanza gives the entire poem much more when getting to the end and realizing that aside from objects one can lose someone they care about. She says int the last stanza " Even losing you…. It's evident the art of losing not too hard to master", making one think deeper that one argues about losing material objects when we aren't realizing that we should treasuring whats right in front of us. It could relate to death in life, how material objects will never die but humans have a limit. Therefore, we should honor what won't last forever while its there.
 * Close Reading Analysis:**

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 12px;">Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far apart. The scenery was impoverished: scrub-pine and oak; beyond its mingled gray-green foliage I saw the little pond where the dirty old hermit lives, lie like an old tear holding onto its injuries lucidly year after year. The hermit shot off his shot-gun and the tree by his cabin shook. Over the pond went a ripple The pet hen went chook-chook. "Love should be put into action!" screamed the old hermit. Across the pond an echo tried and tried to confirm it. || This poem is designed to have more than one meaning. Though all poems carry the meaning with in the eye of the speaker, this poem starts off with a french name and gives a foreign speaking reader the opportunity to give their own interpretation with out being influenced buy the tittle. It shows what could possibly be going on in the poems but also has a deliverance for the reader. Elizabeth Bishop most likely poured her feelings into this poem with out letting the reader notice. Structured as if it were a long thought this poem 20 lines long with a maximum of 7 words per line. "Chemin De Fer" shows moods of love, and confusion as well as heart break. The speaker seems to be hopelessly in love, "Alone on the railroad track I walked with a pounding heart". Seems to be that the speaker had fallen in love but was afraid to do something for it thus following to the lines "Love should be put into action……tried and tried to confirm it".
 * Chemin De Fer ||||  ||
 * by [|Elizabeth Bishop] ||
 * Poem #3 ||
 * Close Reading Analysis:**

http://blogcritics.org/books/article/book-review-elizabeth-bishop-poems-prose1/ http://newspaper.li/poetry/
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