Gabriel+Pingitore

"A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom." -Robert Frost

=Memory Poem =

My mother’s old garden Fruitful and green Growing up, I'd be so happy I’d scream My love and hopes With most of my mopes In my mother’s old garden

My mother’s old garden It had ups and downs When I would jump, I would not touch the ground With the tree I named Ronnie It had bees that made honey In my mother’s old garden

My mother’s old garden <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Always flew high <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Even with the little lies <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The grass, always being fine <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Up in the sky, I would fly my kite <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In my mother’s old garden

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My mother’s old garden <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now is just a fragment of the past <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I always knew that it would never last <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now that I am older and taller <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It was different when I was smaller <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In my mother’s old garden

=<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ode to Mohamed =

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Mohamed: Pronounced (mʊˈħæmmæd) <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Noun <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Definition 1: disinclined to work, activity, or exertion <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Definition 2: slow-moving; sluggish <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Synonyms: slothful, idle, inert, inactive, torpid. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Antonyms: industrious, quick

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now that you have some insight <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On the person known as Mohamed <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Allow me to show my admiration <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Towards my dear friend. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He’s a wanna be hipster, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But an overall cool guy. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No one really notices him much, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Aside from his overall loud, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Obnoxious ways. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Easily recognizable, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But his Phillies hat or red American Apparel hoodie. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And is usually with Rinaldi, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Unless he’s busy stalking Olivea or Goldie. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I troll you a lot, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But you completely deserve it. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For you are the only person I know, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Who is so easily torment-able. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You were a pain in the ass freshman year <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Saying I looked like Juni from Spy Kids. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I really didn’t like you then <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">...nor do I like you much now. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But you make a good addition to Copper <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And we wouldn’t be the same without you <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So this goes out to my dear friend Mohamed <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Who is probably either skipping Heath class with Rebecca Rainis, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Or eating a sandwich.

=<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Riff Poem: Quote by Matthew Ferry =

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">People only find him attractive <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">because of the hair. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Without it, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">he's an overweight teenager. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">With a fat head.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Beauty is in the eyes <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">of the beholder. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But in his case, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">he must be going to strictly <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">blind women. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We’ve had our ons and offs before. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And frankly, you’re quite annoying. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You’re a compulsive liar, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and assume you’re the greatest thing <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">since Pokémon Black and White. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But in reality good sir, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You’re simply only as good as Red and Blue. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not Yellow, cause Yellow was for true OG’s. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don’t want to only diss you though, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I mean you can be good at somethings? <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Like rockin’ out with the card games... <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Oh yeah that’s right... <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You cheated at those too? <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Well there must be something you’re good at? <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Anything at all? <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You managed to hold a good relationship for a while? <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If you consider 2 months of fighting a <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Good relationship”. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You’ve always been jealous of me, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Because you know I’m just so <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Much better. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But I have no right to gloat, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For I am simply myself. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And I don’t need to lie and cheat to get it. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So as you continue to deceive and sulk your way <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Into the minds of others. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Just remember one thing, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The cheater never wins in the long run... <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fathead.

=I Was Raised By... Poem=

I was raised by always being second best. If you’re not first, You’re last. That’s a quote I’ve always believed in. I was always the one to never come out on top. But in return, that gave me more Motivation to keep pushing forward. It gave me competition. It gave me hope to become the best. I was raised by mistakes. Always giving your best and never coming out #1, So what’s the problem? Try harder. Give it your best. Don’t back down. This is what everyone told me, when I was unable To finish in that first place. I was raised by sweat and blood. Dripping off my knuckles, Falling onto the ruthless concrete, Flowing next to my buckling. Trembling more with each step I take. “It’s not good to push yourself too much” Tell that to my heart which I just pushed 183% of it’s limit. I became stronger, faster, better. I was raised by the solitary. Being alone. Realizing there truely is no one out there To help you in your times of need? No one wants you to succeed more than you do. So forget about everyone else, Become the best YOU can be. You want happiness? I was raised by rage Turning out all my anger to better myself Each emotional blow would be returned With an equal if not stronger blow To the heart of my pain. I was raised by myself. And I couldn’t have found better a parent.

= Sonnet =

The girl was wearing red with a good feel, As big bad wolf ate Granny as a snack, When Red showed up he knew he'd have a meal, With Granny's robe and glasses, hit the sack.

Hello, she said, I've brought some bags for tea, How come your eyes are huge? What’s wrong with you? That's just as bad as poor Granny can see, But, so is your nose and your teeth are too?

The wolf was only messing with the dame, A lovely day, two tasty girls to munch, He threw off the covers, I'm glad you came! Your Granny was breakfast, now you’re for lunch!

She screamed, as the hunter burst through the door, That wolf won't munch on grannies any more.

=Poetry Analysis: Me=

In all honesty, I am not a poetic person. But I can truthfully say everything I write is just a portrayal of past experiences with a little rhythmic flow. I’m very key with punctuation. I feel a lot of poets want their poetry to be flowy and not as many pauses. But I fee with pauses comes more emotion. Which is why in my poetry I add frequent commas and periods to slow the reader down and to take frequent breaks. The choosing of what to write is fairly obvious. Because my past is filled with scars of determination I’d like to say. There have been many times were I’d push myself so much to simply become better, I’d injure myself in the process. And even though I’m sore everywhere, I’d be the first one back out there first thing the next day. And I feel it can be easily portrayed through using poetry. Using a lot of imagery, actually imagining the “Crimson blood pouring onto the ruthless concrete. Flowing next to my buckling knees, trembling more with each step I take.” That was only one of the many images I tried to instill into the reader’s mind. But in general, I feel the poems all lack things like similes, and metaphors, and hyperboles, which of course I wish could be intertwined with them. But, I feel using something in poetry that isn’t naturally from my writing in a sense isn’t how I feel? So in the end, I feel the poems I’ve written for this unit are a good portrayal of my past experiences, how I look at certain people or things, and how hard I’m willing to push to achieve my goals. Just don’t be mistaken, I’m nothing like Little Red Riding Hood.

=Poetry Analysis: Nikki Giovanni=

I feel there is a certain despair in Nikki Giovanni’s poetry. She tends to set out what we should do, but is also saying that we won't go down some paths. In one of her poems called “Paint Me Like I Am” she says “humans will shrivel from emotional needs before we die of starvation” additionally, she says, 'We need poetry'. I agree, we should embrace those who are just starting out on life but she recognizes that basically all humans are greedy and selfish. She has a certain feel for a “better way to live” I suppose? But her overall message is that it won't be like that. Nikki Giovanni's poetry also came from an era of love and hate. She was in love with her black people. She was in love with her ancestors' strength and determination. She was in love with young, black children who took their pain to the streets. She was in love with the language spoken by bottles filled with alcohol. And I feel she grew up wanting to love a world that didn't love her. Her poetry is usually recognized mainly for its strict, revolutionary, Black-Power points of views. Her poetry explores a many different stances of themes. Like from childhood and family to sexuality and romantic love. And they all manage to draw images and rhythms from sources like the Bible and different hymns. To music like R&B and jazz. She never really became a “leader” of sorts, but being much more than poetry, her poems are highly personal statements of rage and love, that also have a side of tenderness, humor, and irony. Her individual energy from her poetry is also very contradicting. Her poetry attempts to transfer the voice of a witness in the world, to a witness that not only observes but can also creates life's changing circumstances. Nikki Giovanni was an amazing writer of her time, and has so many beautiful poems about life and growing up that they are very influential, especially to those of the black / female people, living in a white man’s world. I suppose her ideas are fairly against me, but in the end Nikky Giovanni was one of America’s most talented, passionate, emotional poets.