Roberto+Abazoski

"...the best words in the best order." -Samuel Taylor Coleridge



So this page contains poetry about memories, thanks, what made me who I am today, and music. Throughout all my poems, I didn’t have a rhyme scheme so it was mostly free verse. For my memory poem, I condensed a lot of everything that happened in a way that you can’t really tell what’s going on, but if you pay attention to key lines you might have an idea. In my Ode, I thanked my pillow for all the possible things I could do with it and how important it is to me. I personified it also because my pillow is my friend that I can always lean on. I wrote half of my found poem from my 2 lazy friends while we were procrastinating on iChat. I rearranged some of the lines other than the order of how they actually said it and also used repetition to emphasize how lazy they were. I really grew up with music and had a lot of memories while writing the Molded By Music, and for the audience; I think the imagery will bring back memories for them also. My goal was to bring up people’s own memories and not mine, that’s why I chose not to put in quotes. The riff poem I wrote had both a sudden meaning and also a deeper meaning because the whole poem was written as one metaphor. I was comparing the C major scale to a Monday. Only musicians would get this because in the poem, that’s not how the C major scale goes. Finally, my imagist poem was about my keyboard and how it’s plain exterior has a colorful interior when it’s played through the computer. I don’t mean to say only computer, but in my case I mainly play on the computer and record myself. I hope you enjoy my poems and understand the message in all of them.

**Going To Karate Practice** Karate uniform on I’m ready

KIA!

House is left alone Dad on my left Car put on D Pass the stores Pass the people Pass the houses Car put on P

Look straight ahead spotlights shining on the basketball courts and people shooting orange balls with black lines at wooden backs to a red hoop

“Stay in 1 place, don’t move” 2 figures

There’s something different in his hand

Points at the other’s direction POW! and I watched as he dropped speechless everyone disappeared “Get in the car!” Forget everything we have to leave

What just happened?

** Ode To My Pillow **

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To all the pillows With the indent of my head When it puts me to sleep On the sleepless nights Or the indent of my elbow When it comforts me while sitting When it keeps me cool On the summer nights without the AC on When it shields me  From the frightening evils With its magical powers of healing

I say thank you

For when the clock strikes bed time And my pillow just makes it possible to sleep With my face down And my arm underneath To create the best sleep

** I'm Too Lazy ** Lol I need to do work I’m too lazy Spanish is gonna take forever I'm too lazy

I want summer not junior year I don’t feel like it Oy he never taught us all these words too many words to learn I'm too lazy I want to lay down and play games

My parents used to be happy when I took naps when I was a kid now they think I'm lazy

Lazy is a very strong word I like to call it “selective participation.”

If you can't reach what you dropped, then you don't need it

**Molded By Music** The loud music The quiet music The bassy music The soft music

White music Black music Hispanic music Religious music

Hype music Relax music Dance music Change and then relapse music

The music, which beats against your chest then bob your head to

The music, You feel when playing along As you hit, press or strum The air in front of you And become The world’s greatest With thousands of screaming fans

Learned that music is your true friend who knows who you are with this cool personality called a playlist

**Monday in B Flat** "This is called Monday in B flat" -Amiri Baraka C D E F G A sharp But B flat You have worked so hard You’re almost there You want to be in C Of the next octave

You press and press Skipped a finger Landed on the wrong note

1 more note So you skip a finger Only it doesn’t sound right

Because the C major scale Doesn’t go along with a B flat

You now need to start over Only you wait Listen to the beat 1, 2, 3, 4 1, 2, 3, 4  To stay on time But miss out in between To start over in time

**MIDI Keyboard** its black and white keys connected to the computer taking its words and showing its true colors

**Detailed Analysis**

Charles Bukowski was a very famous poet that based his poetry on his childhood. His father would beat him for the smallest things. On top of that, he was already shy and not very social. He was always made fun of his German culture; the clothes his parents made him wear, and his accent. Also, during his teen years he had an extreme case of acne that separated him from everyone else. His friend, William Mullinax, introduced him to alcohol during those years. From then on, he developed into being a heavy alcoholic drinker.

Charles Bukowski is a very unique poet. His poems reflected on his life and others’ that were similar to his. In many of his poems, he would be drunk. Poems such as Radio With Guts, Big Night On The Town, and one where it’s about someone else; Carson McCullers. His poetry would bring you into his crazy reality. “I kept throwing that radio through the window, each time I got drunk, and it sat there on the roof, still playing, a magic radio, a radio with guts, and each morning I’d take the window to the window, back to the glass man.” –Radio With Guts. “It’s a clip joint-the scotch is weak. you order a bottle of beer. Madame Death walks up to you wearing a dress. she sits down, you buy her a, beer, she stinks of swamps, presses a leg against you. the bar tender sneers. you’ve got him worried, he doesn’t, know if you’re a cop, a killer, a madman or an, Idiot.” –Big Night In Town. His poetry has surprises and is unexpected when he writes because he makes his life sound better. In the end of that same poem he makes his dead, nasty room sound lively and less disgusting. “You have remembered where, your room is. the room with the full bottle of, wine on the dresser. the room with the dance of the roaches. Perfection in the Star Turd, where love died, laughing.” –Big Night on The Town. In “Bluebird”, he shows his shy side by not letting the bluebird out of his heart because he doesn’t want anyone to see it. From reading the poem, As The Sparrow, I could tell that he chose against the better life. “I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.” This is just like another one of his poems that he wrote about someone else called, “Carson McCullers”. “all her books, of terrified loneliness, all her books about, the cruelty, of loveless love, were all that were left, of her”

He definitely has his own form of poetry because he writes with no rhyme scheme, no particular form of timing for any form of poetry I know, but still writes a story with a deeper meaning. Also, he never really capitalizes letters in the beginning of a sentence except when he talks about himself such as “I” or “Idiot”. After reading all the poems, I noticed how we has a sense of humor and laughs at himself about the things he does, but still seemed unhappy or depressed.