Modern Poetry

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Written for Third Graders and up, poems for any age if read too.

Submitted: December 06, 2007

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Modern Poetry
 
By William Lee Sawyers
 
 
 
 
Preface
 
This book is designed to show the importance of poetry and its many uses in our lives.The increasing use of poetry plays an important role in today’s society. With the pressures of life – work, home life, school, etc., it helps people relax and enjoy everyday life day by day and year by year. The author would like to thank his family and colleagues. Thank you Lisa, Chris, Amanda, and my many fans out there for listening to my poems and for giving me more ideas. Thanks to all.
 
Contents
 
  1. What is Poetry?
  2. Why Poetry? (Theory)
  3. Different Types of Everyday Poetry
  4. Modern Poetry
  5. Poetry at its Best – My Personal Poems
 
Chapter 1 – What is Poetry?
Poetry is rhythmic language charged to the highest degree with thoughts and feelings. Poetry plays an important role in most, if not all, primitive cultures, where it assumes a variety of forms. A poem sometimes serves to apply direct influence upon the environment. Poetry in a primitive state recognizes few formal intellectual distinctions; for instance, between thoughts and feelings. Poetry is sometimes used for children to help with counting as well as in “eeny meeny miney mo” because it is fun. Mother Goose is a classic. Poems help people remember a certain rhyme or riddle. Poems all set themselves intensely practical goals, toward which the process by what seems to the critical eye, very roundabout ways. Poetry, like every other art, eludes capsule formulations of its social and psychological functions.
 
Chapter 2 – Why Poetry? (Theory)
Poetry is used for more than one purpose. It could be used to remember things or items: (stars) Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high . . . Poetry is used to fill people of all ages with wonder. It can make objects stand out from plain sight, to add realism and feelings. Poetry is used at least once a year by billions of people. This day of the year is called Valentine’s Day. Businesses make millions of dollars making and selling Valentine’s cards. Poetry is #1 when used for love, as it has special influence over girls when used properly. Feelings and emotions that can sometimes best be expressed in poems play a large role within a woman’s mind, especially when mixed with realism. Very bluntly: Guys, learn poetry for the girls! Girls learn poetry because it has special meaning to them. It helps them understand boys better, and helps them to understand their feelings – especially sadness – and about life itself. Sometimes the feelings of others can be touched with poetry like with nothing else.
Chapter 3 – The Different Types of Everyday Poetry
Different people like different types of poetry. Some styles appeal to some people, but not at all to others. There are people who like poetry in general, and some enjoy it as a gift to their wife, husband, or boy or girlfriend. Others like specific types of poetry, for example poems about plants and animals. There are poems about people, musical poems, and religious poems. There are too many types of poems to list here. 
 
Some people, like me, enjoy all types of poetry. I write poetry as a hobby. Others do it for a living, like for shows, plays, and movies. Some are happy and others are very sad. It all depends on the mood of the poet. Sometimes poems are even used in a negative manner to put people down and make them feel bad. To me, good poems are the happy ones. They have the power to; for example, make someone who is sick in the hospital feel better even though they were feeling down and out. Sad poems, on the other hand, can have the effect of making you sad.
 
Chapter 4 – Modern Poetry
It is trite, but true, to say that poets are born, not made. Their appearances are unpredictable and their disguise often impenetrable. Some great poets’ backgrounds were unusual. Keats came from a family of horse lovers. Shakespeare’s father was probably a butcher. Villain was a thief in the slums of Paris. Rimbaud began his career at 15, and ended it at 20. Great poets have made themselves heard without money or even an education. The art flourishes whenever a poet writes a great poem, and declines when he does not. 
 
Poetry is not withering away in modern life. It won’t go away as long as men feel the need to express themselves at the highest level. “To read great poetry is to feel, almost physically, the expansion of one’s discriminations.This is not, perhaps, conventional classroom teaching, but it is what teaching ought to be.” Robert M. Adams
 
Chapter 5 – Poetry at its Best – My Personal Poems
 
The Fishing Poem
Fishing in the moonlight or fishing in the sun;
Fishing for the big ones is fun, fun, fun.
Catching the small ones or none at all,
It’s a great sport to get on the ball.
Good luck on your next trip,
And let’s hope you don’t get sick.
 
The Rocket
Sitting on the launch pad lay a beautiful, but impressive rocket;
As the ignition cord gets plugged into the socket,
The excitement is extreme; 5-4-3-2-1---Lift Off!
Listen to the engine scream!
See the blazing flames and endless smoke roar into the endless sky,
The massive bird soars dramatically through the clouds
Towards the peaceful heavens above
To explore sensational moods from our eyes.
Then, all at once, the ejection deployment of the chute “pops” the rocket aloft,
Comes floating down gracefully, unlike a rock – what a thrill!
 
The Dream
I was born to dream and have them come true,
As they appear right out of the blue. 
I wished for a car and then a house
And that is what I got.
Then I dreamed of getting a wife,
Then some kids and to become rich.
I got my wife, then the kids;
I have yet to become rich,
But I’m not stuck in an old ditch.
Next I dreamed of being an inventor-
What a wish as I’m getting bigger.
This dream has come true and I’m getting bolder.
Anyone can do it.
Give it a thought and some time,
Let it ferment like a good wine.
At first it will smolder and then you’ll make it.
So start off small, then go as big as you want!!!
Don’t feel blue,
It’s all up to you.
Good luck. The Dreamer.
 
The End of School
The end of school is almost near,
But don’t you fear,
Summer is near.
It’s time to play and be on your way;
The school year has been fun,
And it’s time to relax under the sun.
The months June, July, and August are long,
And most of the staff will be gone.
Summer school is on its way,
And the days will get longer for some.
So pull out the tents, cots, and the barbeques;
Every person goes by a different tune.
So when you come back to school,
Your classes will look like new.
from the custodian Bill Sawyers.
Go Jets!!!!
 
The beginning of school
It’s the beginning of school once again soon;
Playing all summer in the water and camping under the moon.
The classrooms are fresh,
The floors look new;
Even the windows can be seen with a gleam.
The custodians worked so very hard under the summer heat
Trying to get things neat,
What a feat!!
The teachers were busy getting ready for you,
Figuring out what lessons and homework to do.
The secretaries type letters all day and printing the news to read.
The principal in charge of it all is out to give us another great year,
So give her a cheer.
Holbrook is cool,
So stay in school,
Do your homework and you’ll make the next grade.
Hurray! Welcome back to all . . .
 
No Boundaries
There are no boundaries of life in this age;
Just open your mind of empty space.
Learn the knowledge of wisdom through school and books;
As you just can’t depend on your looks.
Use your best judgment to follow through.
The future is upon us,
It’s all up to you.
If you reach a dead end,
Then start over again.
A day is a day; a year is a year;
Time is one thing you shouldn’t fear.
You will succeed one of these days
what ever goal you’re trying to reach.
I’ll wish you luck, as this is the way;
Just try to make the best of your day.
 
To Sleep Without the Light
I lay my head down to sleep without the light.
No monsters to fear,
As my parents are near to hold me tight.
They know how to do it just right!
Just happy thoughts, that’s all I’ve got, this is all I need;
As not to wake up in the middle of my rest with the fright.
Sleep, little angels,
I’ll see you when the day gets bright.
Goodbye for now, until tomorrow;
Let’s not wake up with any sorrow.
 
 
Bugs
 
Bugs are kind, bugs are cool;
Bugs are helpful to make our gardens boom.
Some will kiss and others will bite;
You see some in the day and others at night.
To see in the day can be such a delight;
To see them in the dark can be such a fright.
Some are small and some are big;
Some climb trees and others dig.
So when you see a bug, give it a stare;
Don’t you squash it – don’t you dare!!!
Oops, I didn’t mean to-
A bug’s life just isn’t fair . . .
 
There will be a part 2 to this book


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