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Poem Anotholgy A collection of poems with identity related themes.

Collected and Written By Ivan K***


I dedicate this work to my family for you can’t improve without experience.

Greetings anyone is reading this. The work you are looking at is a school assignment on poetry that we’re doing. For this assignment, we were to find some poems, and create other poems. But not just that, we also have to find how the poem connects to the big idea of individual identity.


Poetry Menu

Table Of Contents Dedication – Page 1 Table Of Contentes You are here Found Poems – Page 3 “My Life” by J.W. – Page 4 “Patience” by K.R. – Page 5 “Television” by R.D. – Page 6 “The Road Not Taken” by R.F. – Page 8 “The Pig” by R.D. – Page 9 Poems Written By Me: - Page 10 “Respect” – Page 10 “Saving Nature” – Page 11 “Lost” – Page 12 “Revenge” – Page 13 “Music” – Page 14 All About Me – Page 15 My Name Vignette – Page 16 Bibliography – Page 17 End – Page 18


My Life            after Henri Michaux Joe Wenderoth

Somehow it got into my room. I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped. It was nothing more than a frightened animal. Since then I raised it up. I kept it for myself, kept it in my room, kept it for its own good. I named the animal, My Life. I found food for it and fed it with my bare hands. I let it into my bed, let it breathe in my sleep. And the animal, in my love, my constant care, grew up to be strong, and capable of many clever tricks. One day, quite recently, I was running my hand over the animal's side and I came to understand that it could very easily kill me. I realized, further, that it would kill me. This is why it exists, why I raised it. Since then I have not known what to do. I stopped feeding it, only to find that its growth has nothing to do with food. I stopped cleaning it and found that it cleans itself. I stopped singing it to sleep and found that it falls asleep faster without my song. I don't know what to do. I no longer make My Life do tricks. I leave the animal alone and, for now, it leaves me alone, too. I have nothing to say, nothing to do. Between My Life and me, a silence is coming. Together, we will not get through this.

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Patience by Kay Ryan Patience is wider than one once envisioned, with ribbons of rivers and distant ranges and tasks undertaken and finished with modest relish by natives in their native dress. Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable— a place with its own harvests. Or that in time's fullness the diamonds of patience couldn't be distinguished from the genuine in brilliance or hardness.


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Television The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your television set -Or better still, just don't install The idiotic thing at all. In almost every house we've been, We've watched them gaping at the screen. They loll and slop and lounge about, And stare until their eyes pop out. (Last week in someone's place we saw A dozen eyeballs on the floor.) They sit and stare and stare and sit Until they're hypnotised by it, Until they're absolutely drunk With all that shocking ghastly junk. Oh yes, we know it keeps them still, They don't climb out the window sill, They never fight or kick or punch, They leave you free to cook the lunch And wash the dishes in the sink -But did you ever stop to think, To wonder just exactly what This does to your beloved tot? IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD! IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD! IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND! IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND! HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE! HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE! HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!


'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say, 'But if we take the set away, What shall we do to entertain Our darling children? Please explain!' We'll answer this by asking you, 'What used the darling ones to do? 'How used they keep themselves contented Before this monster was invented?' Have you forgotten? Don't you know? We'll say it very loud and slow: THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ, AND READ and READ, and then proceed To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks! One half their lives was reading books! The nursery shelves held books galore! Books cluttered up the nursery floor! And in the bedroom, by the bed, More books were waiting to be read! Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales And treasure isles, and distant shores Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars, And pirates wearing purple pants, And sailing ships and elephants, And cannibals crouching 'round the pot, Stirring away at something hot. (It smells so good, what can it be? Good gracious, it's Penelope.) The younger ones had Beatrix Potter With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter, And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland, And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle andJust How The Camel Got His Hump, And How the Monkey Lost His Rump, And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul, There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-


Oh, books, what books they used to know, Those children living long ago! So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall. Then fill the shelves with lots of books, Ignoring all the dirty looks, The screams and yells, the bites and kicks, And children hitting you with sticksFear not, because we promise you That, in about a week or two Of having nothing else to do, They'll now begin to feel the need Of having something to read. And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy! You watch the slowly growing joy That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen They'll wonder what they'd ever seen In that ridiculous machine, That nauseating, foul, unclean, Repulsive television screen! And later, each and every kid Will love you more for what you did.

Roald Dahl

Already  reading  from  the  poem,  “television”,  you  could   tell  that  Roald  Dahl  used  rhymes  and  tone  for  the   poem.  The  purpose  for  the  rhyme  was  probably  used   to  get  the  readers  attention,  and  the  tone  was  to   express  the  narrator’s  mood  which  was  quite  obvious   that  the  narrator  was  mad.  The  theme  the  Roald  Dahl   may  be  trying  to  get  us  to  understand  is  that  you   shouldn’t  just  watch  television,  but  you  should  also                    read.   The  moral  may  be,  television  is  bad.  But  not  just  that,   but  going  deeper,  it  could  mean  that  you  should  spend   your  life  wisely,  don’t  waste  it  all  on  one  thing.


The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

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A"poem"written"by"Robert"Frost."This" writer"had"used"plenty"of"rhyming"at" the"end"of"each"sentence."The"reason" may"be"so"that"it"could"get"the"reader’s" attention."At"<irst"glance,"it"may"seem" to"be"a"poem"just"about"traveling."But" when"I"read"it"again,"I"thought"I"could" connect"this"poem"to"real"life."“”I"took" the"one"less"traveled"by,"And"that"has" made"all"the"difference.”"Sounded"like" in"real"life,"one"choice"can"make"a" difference."Or"that"you"need"to"make" the"right"choice.


he Pig

England once there lived a big nd wonderfully clever pig. everybody it was plain hat Piggy had a massive brain. e worked out sums inside his head, here was no book he hadn't read. e knew what made an airplane fly, e knew how engines worked and why. e knew all this, but in the end ne question drove him round the bend: e simply couldn't puzzle out hat LIFE was really all about. hat was the reason for his birth? hy was he placed upon this earth? s giant brain went round and round. as, no answer could be found. l suddenly one wondrous night. in a flash he saw the light. e jumped up like a ballet dancer nd yelled, 'By gum, I've got the answer! ' hey want my bacon slice by slice o sell at a tremendous price! hey want my tender juicy chops o put in all the butcher's shops! hey want my pork to make a roast nd that's the part'll cost the most! hey want my sausages in strings! hey even want my chitterlings! he butcher's shop! The carving knife! hat is the reason for my life! ' uch thoughts as these are not designed give a pig great piece of mind.

Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland, A pail of pigswill in his hand, And piggy with a mighty roar, Bashes the farmer to the floorâ&#x20AC;Ś Now comes the rather grisly bit So let's not make too much of it, Except that you must understand That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland, He ate him up from head to toe, Chewing the pieces nice and slow. It took an hour to reach the feet, Because there was so much to eat, And when he finished, Pig, of course, Felt absolutely no remorse. Slowly he scratched his brainy head And with a little smile he said, 'I had a fairly powerful hunch 'That he might have me for his lunch. 'And so, because I feared the worst, 'I thought I'd better eat him first.'

Roald Dahl


Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland, A pail of pigswill in his hand, And piggy with a mighty roar, Bashes the farmer to the floorâ&#x20AC;Ś Now comes the rather grisly bit So let's not make too much of it, Except that you must understand That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland, He ate him up from head to toe, Chewing the pieces nice and slow. It took an hour to reach the feet, Because there was so much to eat, And when he finished, Pig, of course, Felt absolutely no remorse. Slowly he scratched his brainy head And with a little smile he said, 'I had a fairly powerful hunch 'That he might have me for his lunch. 'And so, because I feared the worst, 'I thought I'd better eat him first.'

Roald Dahl

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What is Respect? By Ivan K***

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I"had"struggled"many"times"trying"to"create"a"good"concrete"poem."So"I"decided"that"the"6inal"choice"of"my" created"concrete"poems"would"be"about"a"culture"of"mutual"respect."I"used"the"paintbrush"as"the"symbol"of" the"poem."I"had"decided"before"in"another"class"that"a"culture"of"mutual"respect"is"a"community"where"you" can"choose"to"help"make"it"better"or"make"it"worse."I"thought"that"art"would"be"a"good"symbolism"for"my" de6inition"for"mutual"respect"as"you"would"be"the"artist"while"the"paintbrush"represents"actions,"and"the" painting"represents"the"result"of"the"community."I"had"also"intended"to"connect"some"sentences"with"each" other,"like"“The"paintbrush"is"used"for"drawing"art”,"then"with"the"same"“used"for"drawing"art”,"I"made"a"new" sentence"“This"is"what"is"used"for"drawing"art”,"using"chunks"from"“This"is"what"is"mutual"respect.”


Saving Nature By Ivan K***

Sonnet

There)are)towering)trees)and)looming)kelp. They)turn)carbon)dioxide)to)fresh)air. Forestry)and)sludge)makes)them)scream)for)help. They)shrivel)away)and)so)do)their)hair. Animals)scurry)all)around)the)>ield. The)>ields)used)to)be)teeming)with)them. Now)they)suffer,)so)kindness)you)must)yield. For)their)perpetrators)has)them)condemn. Who)are)these)perpetrators)you)may)ask? Ones)who)would)be)so)cruel)to)nature? The)culprit)is)us.)Mankind)tries)to)mask. To)hide)failures,)as)pollution)nurtures. So)must)dwindle)pollution)forever. Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m)afraid)that)it)is)now)or)never.


Saving Nature

By Ivan K*** Analysis:

For)this)poem)I)wrote)a)sonnet.)A)sonnet) contains)rhyme)and)10)syllables)in)each)line.) So)naturally,)I)had)included)them)in)this)poem.) It)was)a)challenge)since)I)had)to)>ind)a)single) alternate)word)for)few)to)keep)the)syllable) number)short,)and)I)had)to)try)to)include) every)single)main)point)into)the)poem.)I)also) used)personi>ication)on)the)third)line)where)I) made)the)“trees)and)kelp)scream)for)help”;) although)they)are)already)alive)I)gave)them) human)characteristics.)In)the)poem,)I)talk) about)the)wonder)of)nature,)then)how) mankind)is)slowly)killing)them.)In)the)end)of) the)poem,)I)say)that)we)must)act,)as)it)will)be) now)or)never.)This)basically)connects)to)the) theme)of)what)I’m)trying)to)say.)The)theme) would)be)“there)will)be)no)later)for)nature,) now)is)the)only)way.”)But)I)looked)back)at)my) poem)again)and)thought)that)it)could)be) saying)not)just)about)nature)but)life)decisions.) “If)you)know)the)alternate)choice)is)better,) don’t)delay)it.”


Lost By Ivan K***

When)you)break)a)vase,)or)the)windowpane, When)you)punch)someone)or)cheat)on)a)test, What)would)you)do? Would)you)tell)the)truth? Or)would)you)lie? You)lie)to)avoid)trouble. You)lie)to)get)your)way. You)lie)to)get)the)easy)way. Lying,)lying,)lying, It)would)seem)that)lying)is)more)appetizing)than)the)truth, BUT)IT)ISNT! Lying)only)plunges)you)deeper)into)the)dark. Swerving)and)turning)from)directions)to)avoid)being)caught, To)only)tumble)towards)guilt.


Lost

By Ivan K***

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Analysis:)For)this)poem)I)created,) I)decided)to)write)about)lying.)I) used)several)different)types)of) literary)elements.)The)>irst)one)I) will)talk)about)is)the)tone.)Using) tone,)I)try)to)get)the)reader’s) attention)that)it)isn’t)good)to)lie.) The)other)literary)elements:) repetition)at)line)10)and) alliteration)at)line)6E9,)I)also)used) them)because)I)felt)that)it)could) also)get)more)of)the)reader’s) attention.)What)the)I)try)to)speak) through)the)poem)is)that)lying) isn’t)just)bad,)it)also)leads)you)to) more)trouble.


Revenge By Ivan K***

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I’m a “gift from God.” That is what Ivan means, and it came from Slavic, Greek, or Hebrew, not that I’m sure of since I thought it had Russian origins. Back before I turned 10, I wondered why my parents gave me the name Ivan out of all the names. But since I come from a Christian family, I’m not that surprised my parents chose that name. So naturally, I was named before I was born since I was like a gift to them; but it could also be because they believe that “gift from God,” is a good child or something, so they hoped that I would be a good boy when I would be come into existence? I probably would have to agree with the good boy description because I rarely get in trouble. After learning about my name, I didn’t bother to think about it much, although sometimes I wonder if I even pronounce my own name right. I say my name with an “I” sound at the beginning of my name just as my family and friends pronounce it. But there are times when people would speak my name differently when calling out my name; they say it with an “E” sound for the beginning of my name making it sound like E-von which sounded rather weird to my ears since I never talk my name like that, and it becomes awkward to realize that I’m being called up. There is more than just one name though for every person, there is still the middle and last name. So now that I have finished telling about the story about my first name, it would only seem fair if I talk about my last two names. My middle name isn’t a proper word, at least to me. You spell it TS or something similar since I never got to know what is the right way to spell it, which is supposedly some pronunciation of part of my Chinese name. My middle name in Chinese means “May the will be done”, although I’m confused about what it really means. It says that may the will be done, but what? And then there is my last name, Kwok, which means “wall that surrounds the city”. Once again, I’m not too familiar with what that would mean about me. It could mean I’m protective of family? Friends? Possessions? Food? It could also mean strong because walls surrounding cities are suppose to be strong. Kwok is actually just one way of speaking the Chinese name that you pronounce with “Guo”. There are plenty of people with the name “Guo” including a famous Mongolian general whom some people claim descendance from. I’m not sure if they do it just for popularity, but one thing I’m pretty sure about that, is you can’t be 100% clear about one specific ancestor from somewhere around 1200. It’s like trying to prove that one identical book that everyone has is yours. When I think of other people, not related who also have my name, the first that comes to my mind is this guy named Ivan the terrible. He was a Russian Tsar. He had eventful outbreaks of mental illness, which eventually led to the death of his groomed and eldest son, who was also Ivan. It doesn’t bother me very much that I have the same name as a person that has mental illness since there is a large chance that in this world, there are murderers, cons, fools, and mentally-ill persons from the past or present who share the same name as you. But I hope that people won’t judge others right away just because of bad people who might have the same name as they have. !


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And that is the end of my poem anthology! I thank those who have taken their time to read my poem anthology. - Ivan K***


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