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My Poem Portfolio, completed!
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The Art of PoemsBy: Danny Brill
Table Of ContentsArt Museum Poems
1. Contre Composition2. Piet Mountain
3. The Old Guitarist4. Le Corbusier
Narrative, Metaphoric and Contrete Poems
1. My Doorway Back Home (Narrative)2. Who You Are (Metaphoric)3. The Caterpillar (Concrete)
Creative Poems1. Sublime Lyrics Re-make Poem
2. The Scar Poem3. Apology Poem
Danny Brill
11/11/09
Contre-Composition
By: Theo Van Dosenburg
These are the tiles of my ground
They get darker each step I take,
They make no marks, nor no sound
They don’t drip the blood that I may make.
They are all the same
They surround me, bring me pain
Looking at the dull pattern,
The countless numbers will make me go insane
Death will come, right now it won’t matter.
They are all the same.
Danny Brill
11/11/09
Piet Mountain
By: Piet Mondrain
Crosses, lines and lonely blue
The color that sits out of line,
Isolation between lines of two
Blue is not theirs or mine.
For lonely blue is alone.
Pushed apart from the rest
The others push lonely blue away,
Is this choice foolish or is it best
For things to be this way.
For lonely blue is alone once again.
Danny Brill
11/11/09
The Old Guitarist
The Old Guitarist, grabs his wooden friend
Plays him in the darkness with his wrinkling hands,
Plucks brass strings that wobble and bend
In the old man’s house, or in his ancient homelands.
The Old Guitarists makes up a tune
With no inspiration or no audience,
From rise of the sun, to glowing of the moon,
Jumps out of his state of conscience.
The Old Guitarist plays in his black gown
While his friend plays in nothing but wood,
The music he creates makes his mind drown
Just as his friend makes it should.
Danny Brill
11/11/09
Le Corbusier
I sit in a chair, my mind is released
From the phycodelic acid trip
With its pull it takes and control it ceased
The tightness in its deathly grip.
It takes me within and swallows me whole.
It tells me a story of a dream
It takes me away from this place,
How strange, how real it seems
Feelings of paranoia, feelings of grace.
It takes me within and swallows me whole.
Danny Brill
Block A 4-5
11/06/09
“My Doorway Back Home” (Narrative Poem)
The man by day, beast by night
Comes home late every day
From fathers work, and beast’s home
He glares with distaste
From A barred cage with a broken lock,
It asks me whose heart I broke today
To drive my mother to cry again.
My father’s anger rose from head to toe
And steams out of his ears, with a face so red,
As red as the color of his bloodshot eyes
As my home transforms into a battlefield
And I carry a gun with no ammo and a dull blade.
On the gravel streets of night
Pulls the snow down so fast
As it bombards me head to toe.
I remember the withering plants
The dead crunching leaves below me
And the piercing silence of Winter
With the coldness of frozen air.
The beast is vanquished, my home is safe
As it’s cage is lock,
Forever holding peace.
Danny Brill
11/11/09
Metaphoric Poem
Who you are
Black like a perched raven
Claws down on the withering branches at night
Watching for movement from above the world
You lock-on your focus to snatch your enemy.
The slyness, like the creeping of shadows
Swift movements and silent flapping
The loud squack is your battle cry
As you dart down to the solid earth
With no fear of your death or suicide.
The perched raven sits alone
The death grip of your feet releases slowly
Holding onto that withering branch
Your tension is gone, the evil is free.
Confident like a free spirit
The raven steps into its first day light
You do not look for pray today
You fly freely into the sky
Your life doesn’t matter anymore
The sweet freedom at last.
Danny Brill
11/11/09
Concrete Poem
Confined, transformed, freedom, this is the lonely life of the little caterpillar. The little caterpillar, Trapped in its own solitude, cannot break free , but it must find it’s way out.
It will search
It’s way for
Food and
Water.
/ It shelters
For the unchanged/
(0) Body. The change is
Near and / / will/ come
Soon /for the patient/
/ Caterpillar that hangs
Upside-down/ from branches
And makes /the caterpillar
Transform/
Into
a
beautiful
freedom. The caterpillar sits
Patiently waiting for change As Change is ready
To come. The Caterpillar has waited so long,
A s it emerges from it’s trap, into
Free and Flies
Away.
Danny Brill
10/21/09
Santeria Lyrics By Sublime
I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all
If I could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know (ah baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed
My soul will have to wait till I get back
Find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out
Oh yeah un-huh
Well I swear that I, what I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to...
What I really wanna say (ah baby)
What I really wanna say, is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm going up
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice
To stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-ass
What I really wanna know (ah baby)
What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back
And I'll make it
My soul will have to wait
Rewrite:
What I really wanna know babe
What I wanna define
Love is all that i’ll save
My soul will have to wait some time
I feel the break, I feel the break, Oh yeah un-huh, its so
I know I’m gonna make a save Well I swear that I wanna know
Danny Brill
Scar Poem
On a normal summer day
Stood a boy who was eight,
He was pretty happy you would say
His life was going great.
He was playing on his bed
With a gift from his dad,
A giant stuffed bear that sat dead
That could comfort when he was sad.
He wrestled it like a star
He beat it to heck,
He fell from the bed far
And broke his little neck.
He couldn’t see muchEverything went black,Couldn’t feel or touchHis bloody red neck
Danny Brill
11/16/09
Apology Poem
My little Iguana,
I woke you up
From your little nap
When you laid on your branch
And I frightened you to death.
Now you
Are ever so
Tired and sleepy
And angry with me
And I laughed.
Please forgive me
It was sort of funny
How you jumped
And whipped your tail
From shock and fright.