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Poetry Portoflio
Josh Graham

Dedication
I would like to dedicate this portfolio to the true poets who make a living off writing. I’m going to say its hard to use rhyme and rythem, figurative language is also hard. Of course you like it enough to make it your profession but I admire your perseverance in a world where it is very easy to not try.

What is poetry?
To me poetry is a way to express yourself.
It can be about anything you like or even hate.
I even find it more profound than just words.
Obviously if you are taking the time to write a
Poem you must be so expressive that instead
Of just writing it down you make it more intellectual.
I find it takes a more sophisticated mind to write poems.

Sam Shay

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was one
He later realized it wasn’t fun

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was two
He didn’t belive the warnings were true

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was three
he’s a bad example to you and me

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was four
His lungs were at a constant war

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was five
He took one smoke and took a dive

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was six
His breath stunk and drove away chicks

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was seven
To him nicotine was like heaven

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was eight
He always smoked but never ate

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was nine
we said they’d kill him but he thought he’d be fine

Here lies Sam Shay.
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was ten
But now he’ll never breathe again
Senses of Thanksgiving day

Thanksgiving day and everyones hungry
Turkey and stuffing the stomachs are rumbling
The smells of spices calling to my tummy
The taste that foods bring are always so comforting
The glaze on that turkey as shiny as metal
I can’t help but try steal some tasty turkey
I’m clenching my soft blanket to try not to fiddle
Now dinner is ready and I’m filled with glee

Summer breeze
Such a suttle thing
Yet so complex it’s unseen
The earth breathes

Leaves
They dance around
With no pattern but wind
They flip and twist

Rainy Days
Listen
Pitter patter
On the roof it repeats
It brings nourishment to the earth
Wetness

Waiting on nothing
Sometimes I don’t know what to do
When nothing just seems to be new
I’ll just sit there and wait
Leaving it all up to fate
Yet I still will have nothing to do

Christian Bale
Christian is in lots of movies
One even earned some trophies
It was his job to beat all the bad guys
But ended up with a big surprise

Tina Fey
Tina is funny it’s easy to tell
At one point she was on SNL
She likes to make jokes about sarah palin
Especially about how her and mccain were trailin

Toddlers
Screaming, yelling, laughing
In the house
On the playground
In the backyard
Never stopping
rowdy, giggling, uncontrollable children

Dogs
Always barking about something
Gives me headaches
Really tries to get your attention
But I love them to death

Quietly
Attentively
My family
Watches
The movie

Full
Entire, total
Overflowing, stuffed, exceeding
Filled, gorged, hungry, starving
Lacking, shorted, hollowed
Fatuous, vacuous
Empty

An overuse of a single word
What has happened to the true meaning of love
Ages pass and feelings fade and become false
Too powerful but overused it cannot mean true love

It bonds and strengthens it should be held above
When not sincere it usually falls
What has happened to the true meaning of love

It lives and breathes just like a dove
And when it fails it quickly stalls
Too...
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