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Original Poem #1: A Farmers Dog I looked out the window, I saw him

That companion of mine I call a friend Playful leaps around the yard looking for squirrels, so worriless I believe I should take a lesson from him, and just let go Instead I worry of worldly possessions, planning out my worrisome day But he does not for he has no possessions

//When I see him, he has no worried look on his face// //I call to the yard, yelling for him// //It’s time for bed, he, like I, also needs rest at the end of the day// //He sleeps beneath my feet, as if to guard one he knows as a friend// //And we go// //Into that sleep that is worriless//

//Morning rises another day of work, but he does not know that, for he is worriless// //He runs in the yard kicking, with each step dirt flies into his face// //And I work hard in the fields, worrying what will come tomorrow, if the crops will stay, or go// //And I stand beside him// //And we share this mutual understanding, and he respects me, for we are not just man and animal, we are friends// //Perhaps I shall continue onward, and not give up, because in this world, he needs me each and every day//

//Another dollar another day// //Today is tax day, but he does not care, he is worriless// //And as I watch my friend// //I notice he is getting older, grayer hairs on his face// //I worry for him// //For age catches up to all of us, and into a shrill dark grave we will all go//

//We go// //To the vet, for I am worried the limping is not just from gone by days// //I look at him// //He has pain on his face, terror, unlike the one I saw years ago, worriless// //I cannot stand that look on his face// //It is one of pain and agony; it is time to put to rest my old friend//

//After the whimpers die off in the back room, I go// Just one more time, I would like to see his face To remind me of those days Of cold lemonade in the yard, both of us worriless He is gone now, but I shall never forget him

I have lost a great friend, and not a day shall go on without memories of the the worriless face he made when he hopped into his dog bed, I shall miss him

//Technique-Imagery// //Definition-Using visual words to give the reader an idea of that moment or something that needs emphasized.// //This gives the reader that the poem is about man, and his K-9 companion. It also shows that the dog is very happy where he is, and doesn’t have a care in the world. This helps create the tone of happiness, which is soon shattered later on in the poem.//

Technique- Tone

Definition- Sets the overall feel of the poem, can be helped with the use of other techniques. This tone is one of sadness, loss, and pain. Which really surprises the reader since the first half was so happy. The reader might also relate to this if they too have lost a pet. It also helps set up some shock value, which if use every so often, can really keep the reader entertained.

//==**IN MEMORIAM: MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.** ==// //POEM VIEWS: 11253 // 

// Born to Jamaican immigrants in Harlem, New York, June Jordan later attended Barnard College and the University of Chicago. Her experiences as the. . . [|**MORE**] » // // BY JUNE JORDAN //


 * I**

//honey people murder mercy U.S.A. the milkland turn to monsters teach to kill to violate pull down destroy the weakly freedom growing fruit from being born//

//America//

//tomorrow yesterday rip rape exacerbate despoil disfigure crazy running threat the deadly thrallappall belief dispelthe wildlife burn the breast the onward tonguethe outward handdeform the normal rainy riot sunshine shelter wreckof darkness derogatedelimit blankexplode depriveassassinate and batten uplike bullets fatten upthe raving greedreactivate a springtimeterrorizing//

//death by men by morethan you or I can//

//STOP//


 * II**

//They sleep who know a regulated place// //or pulse or tide or changing sky// //according to some universal// //stage direction obvious// //like shorewashed shells//

//we share an afternoon of mourning// //in between no next predictable// //except for wild reversal hearse rehearsal// //bleach the blacklong lunging// //ritual of fright insanity and more// //deplorable abortion// //more and// //more//

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 * I WONDER is there anyone who can comfort me **
 * I HEAR the students in the hall **
 * I SEE nothing but what they want me to see **
 * I WORRY that I shall expire, alone **
 * I WANT to leave this world, yet I have no legs **

// //** I AM Ms. Noble’s projector **//
 * I PRETEND that all is calm **
 * I FEEL that there’s more out there **
 * I TOUCH nothing for I have no hands **
 * I WORRY the power will go out, leaving me to rot **

//** I UNDERSTAND now what my purpose is **// //** I SAY it will be fine in this place called F.A. **// //** I DREAM of another projector to be with, across the hall perhaps **// //** I HOPE this is true, yet it is not. **// //** I Am Ms. Nobles projector **//

Technique- Speaker Definition, the person telling the story or the main POV. This is a good example because the first line makes the reader say “what? A projector can’t tell a story” But anything can tell a story, I assume if projectors were aware of their surroundings their story would sound something like this. This helps make the poem unique in that an object is telling the story.

Technique- Personification Definition- Giving human qualities to a non-human object Obviously a projector cannot cry for help. But the reader would like to think so. Sometimes the reader cheers on the objects, hoping they reach their goal, and this technique does just so