Paradelle For a Man Preparing a Flower

Paradelle for Chipotle

Paradelle for Chipotle: Mary Jane Ripley and Maddie Zomb

A Broken Paradelle

A Broken Paradelle

Never drop a glass vase on the pavement

Never drop a glass vase on the pavement

Or else the flowers will die in your care

Or else the flowers will die in your care

The pavement will die, or else your care

Never on a drop in the glass vase flowers.

The red bowl will shatter if you hit it

The red bowl will shatter if you hit it

Across the table and off of the ledge

Across the table and off of the ledge

If the ledge hit it across and off,

You will shatter the table of the red bowl.

Always hold your hot mug with two hands

Always hold your hot mug with two hands

Otherwise it may fall and crack open

Otherwise it may fall and crack open

Open hands hold hot with two, always

It may otherwise crack your mug and fall.

Never hold your pavement, your hot mug

A vase may otherwise shatter, else, if you care

The flowers fall across it and die red

Will the glass with two hands on drop,

Or will the bowl in the table crack

Always hit it open and off of the ledge.



For this paradelle, I focused on things that could break. This is why I picked a bowl, a mug, and a vase. This made it easy to include imagery in my poem.

Paradelle for Utah

Paradelle for Utah

The stars turn always above me

The stars turn always above me

They're brighter in Utah

They're brighter in Utah

Always brighter, they're me.

In Utah, turn above in the stars.

Your speakers stutter on the bass

Your speakers stutter on the bass

We all drive better through the desert

We all drive better through the desert

Drive your speakers better on the desert,

we all stutter through the bass

My hands shake in the frost

My hands shake in the frost

I breathe in miles of air

I breathe in miles of air

Frost breathe, my hands in miles

Shake I of the air

The bass brighter drive speakers in the desert

Through miles of frost, the air of shakes

Hands, they're stars! stutter above me

Utah the I.

I'd just come back from Utah before writing this poem, and I felt that the paradelle would capture the experience pretty well.

Paradelle for AI

Paradelle for AI

by John S.

The conveniently convenience of modern day conveniences

The conveniently convenience of modern day conveniences

Are hugely convenient and a big help

Are hugely convenient and a big help

Conveniently big help convenience conveniences  and a

Hugely Modern day of the convenient are

To my mission to be lazy today

To my mission to be lazy today

And to never have to worry about work

And to never have to worry about work

To lazy to work never worry today and

My mission about to have never to work

It is blissfully warm on the beach

It is blissfully warm on the beach

As a computer does my work for me

As a computer does my work for me

Blissfully a computer as me on the beach

For the warm work is is my

Blissfully convenient and a modern worry about to

Work on the conveniences of the day

Conveniently are help to my lazy and

Never to be mission computer today to

Have big warm it is as beach

Hugely Work convenience does my for me a


This poem comes from the fact that my response to any question is "just Google it". Electronics and the internet are become so important in our everyday lives, I don't think I could even drive to someplace that isn't with 2 miles, without using a GPS or Google

A Space Knight With A.D.D.

Maddie Perry Paradell

December

chopping at the root, down it goes.

chopping at the root, down it goes.

pine needles cover the floor,

pine needles cover the floor.

lights hug the branches tightly.

the tree glistens

delicate glass ornaments are hung,

delicate glass ornaments are hung,

some slipping, slipping and crash

some slipping, slipping and crash

ornaments hung are glass and delicate

crash.

warm Gingerbread wafts throughout the warm fireplace air

warm gingerbread wafts throughout the warm fireplace air

fire crackling, popping, and chestnuts burn

fire crackling, popping and chestnuts burn

the warm air, crackling as the gingerbread wafts throughout the fireplace

glass lights glisten throughout

branches chopped are crackling in the fireplace

delicate ornaments hug the pine

and slipping needles cover the floor

burn the chestnuts and waft gingerbread

This poem came to us from the example you explained at the start of class. When the lady booed him because of his basic and "not best" work it made us think of typical poems. With the holiday season coming up a Christmas poem we thought would fit the description of a typical poem with the "christmasy" adjectives and lines, this is what sparked the idea for our poem. 
Maddie & Perry

Paradelle

This is a video of me reading my paradelle. I hope you enjoy it.

Hallucination

Haunting through the seamless long dark night

Haunting through the seamless long dark night

Almost as if fear surrounds a mind

Almost as if fear surrounds a mind

Fear through as a seamless dark night

The long mind if almost surrounds haunting

The soul diminishes with many heartbreaking nightmares

The soul diminishes with many heartbreaking nightmares

When resting but, discomfort still in thought

When resting but, discomfort still in thought

Discomfort diminishes but many resting in thought

Still heartbreaking when the soul with nightmares

Terror spreads each and every single night

Terror spreads each and every single night

Realization that it only was just a hallucination

Realization that it only was just a hallucination

Hallucination was a terror every single night

And that only just spreads each realization

Heartbreaking soul in the dark long nightmares

Terror diminishes and surrounds every single night

Each realization as if discomfort spreads many

Resting through only a still seamless hallucination

That was when the fear almost haunting

But with every thought just a mind

Explanation: I decided to write this poem due to the "Hallucination's" or dreams that I have been having recently. Lately, I have been having nightmares when I am dreaming at night.  Since my dreams have been about nightmares lately, I tried to center my poem around this topic due to the common occurrence of this topic when dreaming.

Good Old Saint Nick Paradelle

Old Saint Nicholas flies through the sky

Old Saint Nicholas flies through the sky

Leaving presents and eating cookies

Leaving presents and eating cookies

And Old Saint Nicholas eating cookies

Flies leaving presents through the sky

Rudolph leads the slay with his red nose

Rudolph leads the slay with his red nose

The fast wind is cold on the face

The fast wind is cold on the face

Cold on the face is his red Rudolph nose

Wind is the cold fast slay

A fat man who needs to lose some pounds

A fat man who needs to lose some pounds

He climbs down the chimney bearing gifts

He climbs down the chimney bearing gifts

Bearing gifts a fat man who needs the chimney

To lose some pounds he climbs down

Eating cookies Rudolph leads the slay

The fast wind is cold and leaving presents

A fat man flies on the face through the sky

His red nose needs to lose some pounds

Who needs to lose some pounds?

Bearing gifts with is Old Saint Nicholas

Explanation: I chose this topic because it's Christmas season now and what better to celebrate Christmas than with a poem. I thought about writing about Santa Claus but use a different alias other then his original name. With the two end lines in the first three stanzas I tried to have them make some sense. I think I did that fairly well.

Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye "An Origin Story"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esgfG3BoAPc

This poem begins with a familiar face, Sarah Kay. She stands next to one of her friends Phil Kaye. Sarah first addresses the fact that her and Phil have the same last name. The rest of the poem is about how they met. They're not siblings, boyfriend and girlfriend, or childhood friends but a lot of their lives are similar. They begin by talking about their childhood. Where they're from, where their parents are from. Not only is the last name the same, but their mom is Japanese and their dad is jewish. Coincidence?
The good thing about this combo of Phil and Sarah is that they balance each other out. Sarah is more formal while Phil adds comic relief. The poem ends with both of them talking about friendship. They explain how friends are always there for you and that you can hold their hand, "They won't let go."

Lobster for Sale by Tim Seibles

In this video, Seibles begins by talking to the audience about the two different ways you can perceive this poem. You can take it literally, or not literally. Seibles reads the poem with a fluid, calming voice, offering a reflective feeling to it. This really furthers the listeners ability to understand the poem, because he reads it as if it needs to be thought about. Each word is slow and concise, and it offers an alternate perspective than the one we usually take about caged animals. Usually people assume the animals to be miserable, but Seibles takes on the voice of a lobster very well; this is all he knows. The slowness and tone of this spoken poem really reflects the life of a lobster in a tank, it's slow and all he can do is sit there and think and "measure the sides of the glass." Seibles offers an interesting and refreshing perspective on a bored animal and the way he performs it greatly impacts the way it is perceived.

Learning Without Knowledge by Vino Venitas

Learning Without Knowledge by Vino Venitas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkHji5LbywM

This poem is all about thinking for yourself, instead of allowing media to tell you what to think. It begins by establishing his "becoming aware" stage of development, in which he is learning that media is teaching him certain things. As the poem progresses, he begins to explain that this isn't at all true and that media is false. He finishes by saying, "FIGHT THE POWER", exclaiming that it is up to us to determine how we view certain things, such as race, or love, and not the media.

Throughout the poem, the author constantly seems to fidget, as if he cannot live in a society completely controlled by the media (it angers him!). In addition, constant rhyming is used, in order to help us remember each phrase more easily. This is especially important in this poem, because he wants us to remember the importance of reconsidering certain concepts.

"Dear White America" by Danez Smith

I chose the poem "Dear White America" by Danez Smith. The poem starts out with the speaker talking about how he wants to leave Earth and find another place to live, because it doesn't seem like he belongs. Throughout the poem he talks about how white people have been treating black people throughout the years. He hints on the subjects of slavery, gun violence, and violence against black people overall. Besides the message of the poem, Smith speaks with a passionate and loud voice. He speaks with a genuine feeling of anger, outrage, and unjust. When the poem comes to an end he refers back to the beginning. He says that he will leave Earth and create his own story that belongs only to his people and cant be changed by anyone else.

Rudy Francisco - "A Lot Like You"

I chose this poem for spoken word poetry because of how Rudy Francisco engages his voice when speaking to the audience as if he is just speaking what he has learned about marriage.  I enjoy how Rudy transitions from a women's perspective of marriage to a men's more simple perspective on what marriage is about.  Also I thought it was very interesting how Rudy Francisco at the end of the poem emphasizes, "a lot like you" in a very and calm voice to emphasize the message of the poem how every person that thinks and goes through marriage, goes through the same exact thing.  Both male and female gender.

KANYE self conscious

This poem is all about self image.  Kanye starts out this poem by explaining how he wants to portray himself, whether it be wearing a nice watch, shoes, or even a 400 dollar belt buckle as he describes.  He then goes on to talk about how this idea is in almost everyone.  Everyone wants to display a better version of their true selves.  He ends his piece by talking more specifically on race, and explains how wealthy white people actually profit off of poor minorities, such as the issues in the drug world.

For My Daughter By Sarah Kay

I chose this poem because I liked the way Sarah Kay talked bout life and ways of how her daughter can get through it without actually saying these are the ways. She uses very good metaphors and acts out each transition to draw in the audience. listen when she talks about drawing the solar system on the back of her daughter hand, It's one of my favorite lines in her poem.

"Flatland" by Sam Cook

This poem begins with the poet asking the audience to remember something, which sets the remembered/story-like tone for the rest of the poem. This poem then performs a beautiful slow crescendo into sound and fury and violence--using both volume and using violent words to describe sound we reach this crescendo and abruptly stop as the character of the story transforms and resolves a conflict. This winds itself down from the  metaphor of being a soldier and the poet concludes with reminding us of his role in the story--a bystander--and rages at his own passiveness, creating a smaller but no less powerful crescendo. The poem ends on a high note, with the poet shouting the very last lines as his voice breaks with the volume and the passion with which he's speaking.

Piñata By Pages Matam

This poem is from the 2013 National poetry slam.  The emotions and descriptive language used throughout this piece really gives it a life of its own.  It makes you realize what this man has gone through while at the same time get something out of it.

Kindergarten by James Franco

The beginning of this poem begins describing a kindergarten classroom and naming some of the things that the poet, James Franco, observes and remembers. Rob Lowe reads it slowly with a smile to poke fun at possibly how simple the poem is. As the poem continues, the author transitions from what he sees, to what he experiences when he mentions a friend he made. Rob Lowe says the last line with a straight face to highlight how abruptly the poem ends. - Mary Jane Ripley

Neverland

I choose this poem because I liked the way that she used the transitions and the repitition of the lines. I also really liked how she extended the metaphor of Neverland and peter pan to show her confusion and the connection between childhood and adult hood. Listen how she turns peter pans call ("lost boys, little lost boys!") into the main transition and connecter between all of her ideas.

This Moment - Igor Oro

         This poem starts out by the speaker asking something of the audience, he makes them think about who they are. This is the beginning. His posture and the way he presents himself to the audience is very melancholy. He isn'y forcing his emotions into the audience, but more so giving himself to them if they'd like to accept. The middle of the poem begins when he describes not who you are, but what you'll have to do. Essentially, you figure out towards the end that those mean the same thing because it is what you do during that middle part and how you handle hardships which will determine who you are. The ending is marked when he is no longer trying to be subtle, instead he tells it like it is and fills people in on what kind of person they could be. He plays with rhymes throughout the entire poem, which can seem a bit corny and almost take away from the very dull tone of the poem, but it works with the way the speaker articulates himself.

spoken word poetry - "Like a Woman" by Annabelle Fern

In this piece of spoken word poetry the speaker in the beginning tries to conform with society and change herself to please the "crocodiles" or the on lookers. By the end of the poem after reflecting on the views of the on lookers and forgetting their judgement, the speaker raises her child to be a true woman. A woman who doesn't care about the views of the onlookers. The child is raised free of the pressures of society.

http://youtu.be/GZDNUGMMxLk

I liked this poem because it seemed to stay true to its title. Not only was it four minutes long but it also summed up the things that make America American. The poet bounced negatives off off the positives that really characterized out country. The music in the background accompanied the words following the energy of the poem. There was a comfortable flow through from topic to topic so that it never tripped up on any ideas. As a spoken word poem it was directed not at the reader but the listener. I felt that the tone that the poem was written in and the way the poet read it made me feel like he was talking directly to me.

Pause Poem

The sound of this poem is interesting in that sometimes one person is speaking, sometimes two, three, or even all of them. In the beginning, when Lillian says something that Paul said to her, they both spoke at the same time, which was really neat. When they all speak, it creates drama in the poem and is cool to see how they are all in sync, even down to the hand movements. Every time they say the word "pause", it is a transition of thoughts. The thoughts are things that they notice with different tragedies or inequalities in the world, and how each time they hear about these things they pause. This poem has great movement and flow, and it is very easy to get into. The repetition helps the flow of the poem and is the most prominent literary device in it.

http://hellopoetry.com/styles-blackwell/
This is a poet that i really liked when i was looking throught a poetry website.

Let America be America again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love

By Langston Hughes

I decided to choose this poem because of the relevance it incorporates in our country today. Although not specific, it brings up the idea of how much we have changed as a country since we first got started. America used to be a place for hope and happiness and while this still may be the same for some people, for others it is a fight for survival. And recently we have seen many issues such as violence that were not evident back when we arrived.

The Anxiety of Influence

https://global.oup.com/academic/product/the-anxiety-of-influence-9780195112214?cc=us&lang=en&

    I thought this was kind of interesting. Its a book by Harold Bloom and the message is that while current-day poets accumulate a lot of their ideas from the fascination of their precursors, their creative process is hindered by essentially not wanting to be a copy cat.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Anxiety_of_Influence

There's the wikipedia if you're interested. If you scroll down to where he breaks the book up into six different ratios it's pretty cool stuff.

Look up By Gary Turk

Clayton Burt
Poetry

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7dLU6fk9QY

Here is a awesome link to a poem that is so evident in everyone's lives.  I thought of posting this video because it links to all genres of people and social classes.

A Dank Poem For The Class

Florida
BY RANDALL MANN
Like eelgrass through a glass-
bottom boat on the Silver River,
I see the state, obscured yet pure. Derision,

a tattooed flame crackling
underneath the lewd, uncool
khaki of an amused park worker.

I was the sometimes boy on a leash,
my sliver of assent in 1984 —
as if it were my decision.

The I-75 signage, more than metaphor.
As if I had the right to vote.
The slumber parties then were hidden wood;

the tea so sweet, the saccharin
pink and artificial, like intelligence.
The science sponsored in part by chance.

I made my acting debut with the red
dilettante down the street, “Rusty” Counts,
in Rusty Counts Presents: Suburbs of the Dead,

straight to VHS. My parents phoned a counselor.
A palmetto bug read Megatrends on the fold-
ing chair by our above-ground swimming pool ...

The pool shark lurked, but not to fear.
The end unknowable, blue, inmost, and cold,
like the comfort of a diplomatic war.

Maddie's - extra assignment

I chose this video because I think it gives an interesting insight on how expressive poetry can be. I think that this video is very relevant to our course because he takes us through each poem and you can hear the way he feels about the poem through his voice and expression. I really enjoyed the video.

Social Media, Race, and Disney Princesses

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/audioitem/5428

I found this website which contains a variety of media from weekly podcasts to a library of poetry. I really liked this podcast (from the weekly podcast Poetry Off the Shelf) in particular because it discusses current issues we live through on a daily basis and see a lot through social media which incorporates poetry into a discussion. The two hosts of this episode are young poets from diverse backgrounds and have a lot to say on racism and show how social media can expose a much wider audience to poetry who would probably have never read it in a book. Here is a poem, which relates to current situations, like the Syrian refugee crisis:

Your Village by Elana Bell

Once in a village that is burning
      because a village is always somewhere burning

And if you do not look because it is not your village
      it is still your village

In that village is a hollow child
      You drown when he looks at you with his black, black eyes

And if you do not cry because he is not your child
      he is still your child

All the animals that could run away have run away
      The trapped ones make an orchestra of their hunger

The houses are ruin      Nothing grows in the garden
      The grandfather’s grave is there      A small stone

under the shade of a charred oak      Who will brush off the dead
      leaves      Who will call his name for morning prayer

Where will they — the ones who slept in this house and ate from this dirt — ?

Pablo Neruda poem in spanish

   
I decided to share this poem because I found it interesting to see a poem in a different language. Although the language is different the style of writing is still the same. The poet uses descriptive language to show the reader that he's lost his love. 

      



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PUEDO escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos".

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos
           árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis
          brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

Darius Simpson & Scout Bostley - "Lost Voices" (CUPSI 2015)

I decided to pick this video because the speakers have a unique way of presenting the poem.  Darius Simpson & Scout Bostley, switch microphones in the middle of the poem, I didn't understand way but I only understood as the poem progressed.  Instead of telling stories in their life, they tell each others experiences.  In my opinion, this results in a powerful poem about a white girls perspective and a black man's perspective.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpPASWlnZIA

Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early 
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, 
then with cracked hands that ached 
from labor in the weekday weather made 
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. 

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. 
When the rooms were warm, he’d call, 
and slowly I would rise and dress, 
fearing the chronic angers of that house, 

Speaking indifferently to him, 
who had driven out the cold 
and polished my good shoes as well. 
What did I know, what did I know 
of love’s austere and lonely offices? 

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The reason I picked to post this poem is because I love the rich imagery that Hayden incorporated in this poem. Every word was chosen deliberately and has some deeper connotation. For example, 'blueblack cold' can remind us of bruises, rather than just a color. 

Shane Koyczan on Snap Judgment

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Y2VNDetsjg

If You Forget Me

If You Forget Me

Pablo Neruda

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

This is one of my favorite poems from my poetry project! I hope you all like it!