Kenny+Le


 * "Poetry is the universal language. . ." William Hazlitt**

Hi, my name is Kenny. Welcome to my poetry wiki! I like to write about the things I’m interested in. My poems are about things that I use and like everyday or anything that catches my interest. I feel that poetry is written expression of something that relates to your life or something that is in your life. In my ode, I wear my hoodie a lot and that’s where I came up with the idea to write about it. Same thing with the imagist poem, my dad has a mini-van and that’s where the idea came up. My memory poem was when I went to the shore with my whole family, and it was something I won’t forget. The shore relates to my life, because we go there every summer. When I write poems, I don’t really try to rhyme. I just like to write whatever I think is poetry. I’ll try to rhyme to make it sound nicer, but I don’t like to think too much of rhyming. I like to use similes and symbolism. I like to compare things with other things that other people don’t see. I want readers to see something other than the obvious in my poems when they read it like my Riff poem. I try to keep the poem and word choice simple too, because I don’t like it if I can’t understand a poem. I want readers to see the obvious, and later see a different point of view. I hope you enjoy reading my poems!



=**Memory Poem**=

=**Great Day**=

Woke up at 9:30 in the morning It was going to be a great day My whole family taking a trip to the shore

Kevin’s sister wanted to play tag with us But she couldn’t and started to cry I stared and didn’t ask why It’s still going to be a great day

I got ready to leave to the shore I was so tired My body was like jelly It’s still going to be a great day

I sink my feet into the sand like quicksand It burns my feet like hot lava Jumping around like a monkey I ran so fast into the water, I tripped and fell It’s still a great a day

=Ode to the hoodie= New, fresh, soft And Cozy I put on the hoodie, ready to head out Feeling warm, comfortable, And good I wear it in every weather Sunny, cloudy, rainy, Windy, and It’s still there on me The hoodie that's grey. I wash it every week, as it withers away Sleeves start to stretch the hoodie turns baggy and loose material starts to rip, the logo disappears But you still wear it Because it’s been through all the changes All the tear and wear It endured all The troubles Of the Weather But you still wear it Because its there and It keeps you warm. Old, used, soft, and still Cozy

=**Found Poem**= I Just Don't Know 10 line poem

You should watch Jeopardy everyday to be smart That’s easy That’s high school stuff I don’t know I don’t remember That was like last week What are you trying to say? I didn’t even learn this I don’t get it I give up

=**I Was Raised By**=

I was raised by my mom and grandma I was corrupted by my neighborhood friends I was taught by my dad I was educated by my aunt I was shaped by my surroundings I was scolded by my family I was created by my family I was taught by my tradition I was driven by my ideas

=**Riff Poem**= We do what it takes to shake the snake that coils around our humble lives – Kurtis Lamkin

We want the right And avoid the wrong We do what it takes to shake the snake that coils around our humble lives The snake that slithers through a garden in the spring that You run freely in Full of spirit, easy-going, carefree Wanting the right But soon Facing the wrong Picking daffodils, lilies, daisies Without knowing that the flowers were poison.

=**Imagist Poem**= A big shiny silver box With small squares that let you see outside of the box Moving with four round circles To your destination

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=**Charles Bukowski**= Charles Bukowski is a very strange poet. The way Charles writes his poems is very unique and entertaining. It stands out, because it is different from other poems. I feel that his writings relate to modern day life problems. Before I did research on Charles, I read a few of his poems and one thing that stuck out was his problems with alcohol and relationships he had with women. I immediately assumed that he was a bad person. He was a drunk, but that is what caught my interest. I then started to do research about his background.

Like many alcoholics, Charles had many problems during his younger years that probably influenced his addiction for alcohol. His parents were abusive, and he had been made fun of in school. His friend then introduced him to alcohol. It soon turns out that alcohol was his escape from his problems. It soon turned out that writing was a second escape. With all the problems he shows in his writing, readers can have a view on his lifestyle. His writing shows his personality and his view on things. He isn’t the best with literature and poetry, but his choice and simplicity of his words really shows who he is. Charles also has no kind of rhyming in his poems. I find that rare in most poems. He definitely has his own style of writing poems. Charles wrote poems about his experiences he had being drunk. He even wrote a poem where he was drunk in the moment of writing it.

Charles’ poem “As Crazy As I Ever Was” is a poem that he wrote when he was drunk. He writes it over time, “drunk and writing poems/at 3 a.m/drunk and writing poems at/3:18 a.m/the feeling is the/same/relentless/unheroic and/necessary/sitting here/drunk and writing poems/at 3:24 a.m.” I feel that he’s writing how he feels when he’s drunk. “Some people tell me that I’m/ famous./what am I doing alone/drunk and writing poems.” He writes to have an escape from the world. It’s something that calms him down, and he is wondering why he is getting famous for it. The way he writes his poems is like a story of his life cycle. He uses quotes from people in his poems asking him questions or telling him what to do. I saw that his writings let out the frustration he has had in moments of his life. He enjoys drinking and watching horses race. He lives, drinks, watches, and then writes.

In the “the great slob”, Charles writes about himself and he jokes about how a bad person he is. Being lazy and nonchalant about most things in his life. “I really loved myself, I/really loved my slob-/self, and/they seemed to also:/always leaving/but almost/always/coming/back.” He’s writing about how he’s happy for himself even though it’s bad. He’s happy, but it seems that he is still depressed about his life. In “She Said”, Charles complains about a woman who keeps nagging to him and asking him questions. It’s like child’s mom telling their kid how to behave, “why don’t you/put your toothbrush/back/in the rack?/you should always/dry your razor”. People are constantly telling Charles the do’s and don’t of his life.

Charles Bukowski way of writing poems is very unique. If you want a different style of poetry, Charles definitely has it. The way he writes his poems and spacing of his stanzas is different. Charles keeps it simple with his writing.