Zakee+jones

"Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..." Zakee jones

In life their is a task everyday meeting them goal getting that money all of the stuff people say you should have but is that happiness?? no i say its more and more of people telling you what to do. live life in no fear no man to tell whats right and whats wrong. be the king of your own self.even if the loves one might not aprove be your now jugement make your own history theirs no such thing as normal its only a word to describe how people should be be lucky that you are alive every day even thing this "God" if it help you on your day most inportanly have the loves ones they are their when you need them most even though somtimes we all might not agree We are all human that where put on Earth.

I was raised by Zakee Jones I was raised by a strong headed tuff looking I Don't need a man kind of women Party all day hair done with gold brown eyes kind of women. love showing dedicated worker  all eyes on me kind of sister. A good singing angle pure heart at times <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">naive looking down right sexy <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">Kind of girl. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">A rocked headed no brain <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">thin air head so stupid but caring <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">kind of friend <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by one weird family

code When she says margarita she means daiquiri. When she says //quixotic// she means mercurial. And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again," she means, "Put your arms around me from behind as I stand disconsolate at the window."
 * When a Woman Loves a Man ||||  ||
 * by [|David Lehman] ||

He's supposed to know that.

When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginia or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading, or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he   is raking leaves in Ithaca or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate at the window overlooking the bay where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.

When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morning she is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzels drinking lemonade and two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bed where she remains asleep and very warm.

When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks. When she says, "We're talking about me now," he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says, "Did somebody die?"

When a woman loves a man, they have gone to swim naked in the stream on a glorious July day with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle of water rushing over smooth rocks, and there is nothing alien in the universe.

Ripe apples fall about them. What else can they do but eat?

When he says, "Ours is a transitional era," "that's very original of you," she replies, dry as the martini he is sipping.

They fight all the time It's fun What do I owe you? Let's start with an apology Ok, I'm sorry, you dickhead. A sign is held up saying "Laughter." It's a silent picture. "I've been fucked without a kiss," she says, "and you can quote me on that," which sounds great in an English accent.

One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it   another nine times.

When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the airport in a foreign country with a jeep. When a man loves a woman he's there. He doesn't complain that she's two hours late and there's nothing in the refrigerator.

When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake. She's like a child crying at nightfall because she didn't want the day to end.

When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking: as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved. A thousand fireflies wink at him. The frogs sound like the string section of the orchestra warming up. The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes

1.its about a woman want in a man. their speaking to guys all around the world telling what they should know about woman. it says she"s soi think it might also be about what she wants in a man. most of it about understanding her more then her understaning him.

2. well their repatison she says " when a woman or when she. their might be a pattren but im not seeing it. they  have about six stances in each part.

3. on atleast every line it starts with  whean a women then  list go down to each line ends with a period then hit next line its captale

4.its a jamin first they talk bout what they think then they go into dealtale to where you get to the end and now you understand

5 well you can't tell like the time place because it dousn't give that much desricpon of where but it sounds like a speach like yelling at the reader and it dousnt affect me

6 it like lay back romantic kind fo thing that hooks you into. it not facts but they make science 7. their is a image her about her thought but no pahore. she calls him a dickhead" becvause like a scarams way code ||

code When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. code code 1. all about whats happening when your gorow old. its telling you what you should look like how you should act and things that you might go threw. code code 2. theirs a lot of repatision saying "when you are old" not that much after that its the only line used code code 3. th format is like a sonnet like breaking apart then after that i dont really seea partten code code 4. what is the whole detail of this story code code 5. the time period is really hard to say theirs no hints they give like a descipshion of anything to give you a clue. code code 6. its a cool kind of them like a lil rayhrm but why dont it rayh code code 7. i don;t get the whole imgary on it code code 8.is it a boy or girl their talking about code

A cornerstone. Marble pilings. Curbstones and brick.

I saw rooftops. The sun after a rain shower.

Liz, there are children in clumsy jackets. Cobblestones

and the sun now in a curbside pool.

I will call in an hour where you are sleeping. I’ve been walking

for 7 hrs on yr name day.

Dead, I am calling you now.

There are colonnades. Yellow wrappers in the square.

Just what you’d suspect: a market with flowers and matrons,

handbags.

Beauty walks this world. It ages everything.

I am far and I am an animal and I am just another I-am poem,

a we-see poem, a they-love poem.

The green. All the different windows.

There is so much stone here. And grass. So beautiful each translucent electric blade.

And the noise. Cheers folding into traffic. These things. Things that have been already said many times:

leaf, zipper, sparrow, lintel, scarf, window shade.

1. mostly people who someone who died like to that amount of people, it described in all different ways

2. the structure is ok theirs a few ands not that many closed form not rhyme itd likea lay back kind of schemes. On each of the line after the poet reads after each like it ends with a period re starting it over until the ead of the poem

I don’t know what to call it. this type of poem is just all about.i nosticed after looking at it each line started off one whole line then it froms a short min little one under it going down slowly

3. I nosticed that the poet use’s I” a lot in the story refersring to her self a lot. It changes it them when they talk like they talk about their night then it switches to day. A lot of punctuation and cap and even more commas. Ever other line even if the sentence dousen’t even it still get capitalization.

4.The length is has a pattern to it no stop ends

5. the formal is pretty good you can make the images pretty well for you to do. This has to be around a old time period