Poetry Project By Paige johnson block 5

Goldfish Are Ordinary

Stacie Cassarino

At the pet store on Court Street,

I search for the perfect fish.

The black moor, the blue damsel,

cichlids and neons. Something

to distract your sadness, something

you don’t need to love you back.

Maybe a goldfish, the flaring tail,

orange, red-capped, pearled body,

the darting translucence? Goldfish

are ordinary, the boy selling fish

says to me. I turn back to the tank,

all of this grace and brilliance,

such simplicity the self could fail

to see. In three months I’ll leave

this city. Today, a chill in the air,

you’re reading Beckett fifty blocks

away, I’m looking at the orphaned

bodies of fish, undulant and gold fervor.

Do you want to see aggression?

the boy asks, holding a purple beta fish

to the light while dropping handfuls

of minnows into the bowl. He says,

I know you’re a girl and all

but sometimes it’s good to see.

Outside, in the rain, we love

with our hands tied,

while things tear away at us.

From Zero at the Bone by Stacie Cassarino. Copyright © 2009 by Stacie Cassarino. Used by permission of New Issues Poetry & Prose, Western Michigan University. All rights reserved.

An example of imagery could be. "I search for the perfect fish". This could be imagery because there is no such thing as a perfect fish everything and everyone has flaws.

An example of a metaphor could be. "The flaring tail, Orange,Red-capped, pearled body." That could be it because it is comparing all of those things to the fish.

An ordinary Goldfish

Love Story in Black and White

Toi Derricotte, 1941

What the hell am I doing

hugging a white man in an apron?

I said it to myself—but out loud! —so that

he pushed me away slightly:

What did you say?

This was the first white man I had dated—

though I was sixty!

It wasn’t only that I was holding

a body close for the first time

in years; not only

that he was white.

Our mothers’ fears and angers—

heirlooms of slavery—

had hardened my heart.

Perhaps it was the apron. I had never imagined

a white man (not a chef)

come down to that order. Perhaps

the way he met me, beaming,

opened wide,

confounded my expectations

and undid me.

How lovely his body

as he bends to the wise tomatoes.

What does black

and white have to do with it,

our love that’s lasted ten years?

Each act of tenderness

amends the violence of history.

An example of illusion could be "heirlooms of slavery". Its allusion because it is referencing something we all know which is slavery.

3 Strikes

Terror Jr

Hold me down like I got three strikes

Hold me down like I got three strikes ...

Hold me, hold me, hold me

Hold on me

Hold me, hold me, hold me

Hold on me

Hold me, hold me, hold me

Hold on me

Hold me, hold me, hold me

Hold on me

doing like 95 on the interstate

Looking for a dinner plate

I'm hungry, you called me

To say you got something and it's all me

Can you hold me down for one night

like I got three strikes

I need you to free me

It's a prison inside my mind

Break me, taste me

pull me up like the northern lights

Can you hold me down for one night

like I got three strikes

Hold me, hold me, hold me

Hold on me

Hold me, hold me, hold me

Hold on me

Hold me, hold me, hold me

Hold on me

Like I got three strikes

Lit up, burnt out

Closer together than we've ever been now

Sipping slow, talking loud

Enough so we can sell out

Can you hold me down for one night

like I got three strikes

I need you to free me It's a prison inside my mind Break me, taste me pull me up like the northern lights Can you hold me down for one night like I got three strikes Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Like I got three strikes Called on me Called on me Called on me Called on me Like I got three strikes Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Like I got three strikes Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold on me Like I got three strikes Like I got three strikes Like I got three strikes Like I got three strikes

An example of a simile is. " Like we got three strikes". A second example is "Pull me up like the northern lights".

Summer Time

Paige johnson

Summer

Summer is fun

Its like dancing on the sun

It can be hot

But it can be fun

Dancing, dancing on the sun

Summer can be cool

Chilling in the pool

Not worrying about school

Your as cool as ice when you chill in the pool

An example of a simile is "Its like dancing on the sun". Its a simile because of the word like.

An example of a metaphor could be "Your as cool as ice when you chill in the pool". Its a metaphor because it compares you being cool in the pool to ice without using like or as.

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