Monday, January 31, 2011

*~*Grits in Life*~*

Soulless
There was once a time
Where smiles
Erupt from every where
Every where
Now it's not so much like that
There is crying
There aren't smiles
There is hollowness
We have become soulless
And I think
I have most of all
For everywhere I go
I can never find peace 
In my mind
Everything seems so
Useless
So soulless
to me
Maybe the hollow floor
Of a grave
Is the final place
To go.



Saturday, January 29, 2011

*~*Grits in Life*~*

Who is He?
He is always there
He likes to make fun
Likes to be mean

He enjoys to yell
He loves it all

Yet no one 
Can guess
Who he is. 

*~*~*Fatima*~*~* 


*~*Grits in Life*~*

Unfathomable End
 
There is
No such thing as
Shallow

For everything falls
Down to an
Bottomless pit

A pit where nothing
Ever returns


And for you and I
This pit has
Become our
Unfathomable end.


Friday, January 28, 2011

*~*Grits in Life*~*

Lost
 There's the beating 
Of my heart
There's this feeling
That I cannot stop

The world around me
Fires
And roars with missiles and guns

The victim
Is always me

For what I really need
For what I really see
Is this spark 
Of hope
That slowly
Lifts the burden off of me.




*~*Grits in Life*~*

Demon Of My Nightmare
There's a yell
There's a scream
There's everything
That burdens me

The sound of death
Tingling in my ears 
The sound of great mercy
Being pierced in my ears 

The world is spinning
Yet I'm still standing
The world is shaking
Yet I'm still holding

Because beyond this demon
Beyond this nightmare
The sweet scent of hope
Brushes my nose. 
 
*~*~*Fatima*~*~* 






*~*Grits in Life*~*

Destroying
Ever had that feeling
That everything
Is slowly falling
Falling on you?

The jolly good heart
Has now been cut
With a sharp dart

The feelings 
That once were there
Are slowly burning 
To despair

Everything is destroying
Just because
You're gone. 

*~*~*Fatima*~*~*

*~*Grits in Life*~*

Losing the Battle
Sometimes 
There isn't happily ever after
Sometimes
You lose

The chemo has kicked in
Darkness is emerging
Still I fight
Finding hope was tough


The radiation,
The blood
Everything has got me
Ever so numb

For losing myself
Isn't important
As losing
You.

*~*~*Fatima*~*~*







*~*Grits in Life*~*

He
Staring at that boy
Watching him
Being pushed in a corner


He is a broken puzzle piece
Although he seems puzzled himself
For he doesn't realize
There isn't always a hero. 

*~*~*Fatima*~*~* 



*~*Grits in Life*~*

Hello Death
Darkness lies in front of you
A knock breaks into your heart
And soon you realize it's all true

Death is knocking on your door
Are you ready to let go?
Are you going to brace that dark muddy floor?

*~*~*Fatima*~*~*


My Papa's Waltz

My Papa’s Waltz

by Theodore Roethke
Theodore Roethke
The whiskey on your breath   
Could make a small boy dizzy;   
But I hung on like death:   
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans   
Slid from the kitchen shelf;   
My mother’s countenance   
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist   
Was battered on one knuckle;   
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head   
With a palm caked hard by dirt,   
Then waltzed me off to bed   
Still clinging to your shirt.
 
 
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Drunk father, little boy clinging onto his drunken father, while mother watches. What image does that give you? I mean watching a drunken father dance around a kitchen, while pans and pots are clanging their way down the shelves...dude, seriously, the dad is like drunk, get up and do something. I mean if the kid were getting abused it's a different story, but if you're getting abused would you stand still in front of your father...clinging onto his shirt? 
Overall, this poem may have different paths to it, depending on how you actually look at it. Abuse really isn't here, I just know for a fact that the father is drunk, while he dances clumsily with his son. Would you really do that? A son that's young, watching his father stumble about? Nah, not so much.

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Knight- Poem based on "An Incident"

The Knight

He ran
He rode
He rode the bicycle 
That led him here to there

But one day
He rode down the cracked roads
Of the country
His sisters waved to him
From the door

He smiled
Yes, he smiled
Sisters, sisters, how valuable you are to me

He rode happily down the road
Suddenly the cracks overrode him
He falls

He feels a sickening taste
In his mouth
A hard object piercing his tongue
For it is his tooth

Turning he looks at his sisters
Sisters, sisters, sisters, look at me
And slowly the crying sisters rushed 
To the brother's aid.


An Incident

Incident


Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember. 
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A response to the poem:
 
Did the poet who is the narrator of the poem deserve what had happen to him? Did he deserve being called the terrible name the little boy who was close to his age had said? I mean maybe the little boy didn't know what the word meant and he heard his family say it when an African American walked by. Sometimes it isn't always the kid's fault, maybe the upbringing in his house wasn't as perfect. But I guess the poet got scarred by the memory. I mean, did he really deserve it? That's kind of messed up. I guess the kid who called him the name needs to know what the word really means. And if he already knows, he should be scolded or asked of to never say it again.




Thursday, January 13, 2011

Observations

http://www.wildlife-art-paintings.co.uk/landscape-pictures-landscapes/roe-deer_flooded-track540.jpg
Observations: is it just me or is the sky darkening the peacefulness of the picture? The perfection of the picture, and how peaceful and harmonious the image is until the darkness that looms in the sky takes over. The thing that interests me and caught my attention was how the sunlight and the sun like break open the only light in the foggy sky. Does fogginess make the sky dark, if so, then does that like move toward the painter's feelings? Why is everything so foggy? Is that how he/she's feeling? If yes, then why is the depressing edge higher in the sky rather than down below with the animals? Does that mean that the depression is overriding all the other regular feelings? Is there something the artist is trying to tell us, if so what exactly? Why is there so little of water? Is that supposed to be there, has it rained before? Or was that just a place where there was lots of water and that's why the deer are approaching: to get a drink but there really wasn't anything there. Is that how the painter is feeling? That when they need someone to depend on, like how a human depends on water, that the person who they need isn't there for them and so they just look around depending on a different person, just the way the deer are depending on a new resource of water?

This painting is jumbled up with so many different thoughts and emotions that it's a bit confusing on knowing what exactly does the painter want to express when they painted this?



The Flowers

 
The Flowers
Each one has a motive
Each one has a place
Some may land on the graves of the dead
Some may be held on a weddings day


Like a human
They each have faults
Crooked, ripped, stepped on
Pretty, ugly, just plain deceiving

The same time they are purer
Than us humans