Cameron+Klales

=media type="file" key="Klales_Poem.mp3" width="240" height="20"Introduction:= Hello, and welcome to my poetry wiki. My name is Cameron Klales and this is my Poetry portfolio. This was created for my 10th grade English course at the Science leadership academy. For this project we had to write several poems all about different things. I personally chose to write purely about human experience. The everyday moments that we sometimes overlook, I want to make known in my poetry. I think while many of us do remember moments like these. We often forget to treasure them, and shove them off into a distant corner of our memories. The first thing I write my poem to do is entertain. I do this either through bizarre content or wording or by displaying a warm memory. As for the actual writing of the poems, I try to use as much alliteration as possible, here is an example from my poem Bedtime “ In the silence something stirs / As I sit there terror stricken. /What could creep and crawl in here?/ The more I thought the more I feared/What could creep through the covers?/ And climb into my ear?” - //Bedtime// //Cameron Klales// I use alliteration because I think that it is more fun to say than any other kind of rhyming and has a nice way of rolling off your tongue. When it comes to poetry I also have a huge appreciation for things that don’t make sense. My memory poem is made of pure nonsense phrases that I hear my friends say, again this helps capture the everyday moments we tend to forget.

=**Quote:**= "A poem begins with delight and ends in wisdom" - Robert Frost

=**Bedtime (a memory poem):**=

In the silence something stirs As I sit there terror stricken.

What could creep and crawl in here? The more I thought the more I feared What could come crawling through these covers? And climb into my ear?

I finally conquer cowardice, And begin to drift to sleep The sound of heavy footsteps Starts to sound quite near.

As I curl into the covers, Trying not to scream. I see some light and Hear “goodnight” As my father’s smile gleams

=**Words a plenty (a found poem)**= I think having sharpened jeans would be pretty cool He was about to get me but i shot a rainbow at his face Let's put 138 people in here then call 911 Our school phsycologist will be outlining raptors with ms. siswick this wednesday you can block me on ichat but i can send you all the emails i want, AND I HAVE YOUR NUMBER! My whole arm was covered in this black stuff And your right next to me so i can keep asking you I reset my whole schedule so 5oclock is now 7oclock Twilight Ruins everything including the law Half the people who bought call of duty paid, the other half was just like "hey i wan't a videogame"

=Family (a "raised by" poem:= = =

I was raised by my parents, pudgy, pun telling, cobler cooking parents I was raised by warmth, Home being heated by a funny sounding furnace

I was brought up by bill nye, Better building up my undisputed understanding of dangerous dinosaurs. I was greeted by grandmom Every friday night we would watch wheel of fortune

I was raised by my family My big, warm, "never stop loving you" family

=**Stepping through speech (a riff poem)**= "We Live these words" -Coleman Barks

I Say, therefore I am We Live to Walk our Words and Step with our Speech

I Say, therefore I am Our Lies Lead us We Become a Backbone to Back the Staggering Secrets we keep from one-another

I Say, therefore I am and therefor I am what I say, since "who's to say what you are?" then how do i Define myself anyway?

=Blanket (an ode)= Ode to a blanket. Warm and wearable Cradling me on the couch As I sit down to watch TV

Ode to a blanket, The kind you can Carry al the way around your house And Have with you when you Reluctantly awake in the morning =Storm Season (a visual poem)= I bring up my eyes Looking to the skies And stormy gray clouds I see I run in and hide I cower inside As clouds start to cry. So now it's not raining on me.

=Detailed study of langston Hughes=

Langston Hughes was born February first 1902 in the small town of Joplin, Missouri. He was born a mixed race child with a black father and a white mother. His father left his family at the age of six, and his mother raised him alone. At the time, he was only one of two black children in the whole town. Growing up in a white world such as this he was exposed to many stereotypes about blacks. While not all negative, these arrogant assumptions he grew up with would strongly influence his poetry later in his life. Langston Hughes’ poetry often had an underlying sense of bitterness or spite. Particularly when he was writing about people mistreating other people. About halfway through his career, Langston Hughes wrote a poem called 50-50. This poem depicts a conversation between a man and a woman where the man convinces the woman that she won’t be alone if she shares her bed and her money with him. “ She answered, Babe, what must I do? / He said, Share your bed— /And your money, too.” - //50-50, Langston Hughes// In this poem Langston Hughes is most likely writing about his father. Hughes’ father left his family at an early age. Because of this, most of his memories of his father are probably right before he left. While there may have been completely reasonable reasons for his father to leave he probably saw him the man in the poem is depicted. The type who would sleep with someone, take his or her money and leave. Langston Hughes would go on to develop what is probably one of the strongest political views of any poet of his time. He was hugely involved in the civil rights movement. But at the same time, he was very critical of many of it’s supporters. Especially it’s white supporters. In one of his poems titled “children’s rhymes” Langston Hughes calls out white teachers on saying that everyone has an equal chance of becoming the president. While the accusation itself is actually not that drastic. The underlying message is huge. Many white people believe that everyone has a fair chance of becoming president “I ain't sent:/I know I can't/be President./What don't bug/them white kids/sure bugs me:/We know everybody/ain't free.” - //Children’s Rhymes Langston Hughes// In this poem Hughes also makes a point that while there are plenty of whites who have no problem with the civil rights movement, very few actually care weather or not it happens. People who are not oppressed often have difficulty relating to those who are. It is possible Langston Hughes even saw this in his own mother (who was white herself). And even more likely witnessed it in the town he grew up in. Langston Hughes has written some of the most inspirational poetry that the world has ever seen and maintained serious political views throughout his poetry. Weather his poems were fast and upbeat or soft and gentle, Langston Hughes’ poetry had strong views embedded into it’s words.