Plethora of True Expression

[Poem I made from the three select words I picked out from my description of poetry.  Those being:
-True
-Plethora
-Expression
Enjoy!  Due 1/31/11]

Release the mind tension

and commence with the poetry lesson

for aggression will distort the vision

through which one’s obsession

for words without limitation

assembles a lyrical creation

of pure self expression.

The stanzas reflect you,

a mirror of the writer who

inscribes their ideas to

and for those that do

not wish their minds subdued.

Use your pen to put into view

that which is undoubtedly true.

Choose words wisely from the plethora.

Remember always that you’re a

poet who will forever strive for a

deeper message to be written or a

special idea to strike the core of

something new and fresh more of

the people will never get bored of.

Statistic

[Here is my extra poem for Wednesday for extra credit!  Enjoy!]

I can hear the battle raging up ahead

Flashes of my life…
Will I soon be dead?

I tilt my head back and sniff the air
The suffocating stench of smoke and gunpowder…

I can see the lifeless strewn everywhere

I have never felt anything such as this fear

As the caravan draws closer…

Down my cheek rolls a single tear

Our commander suddenly yells, “GO GO GO!”

We all jump out of the truck without a single thought…

And begin our rapid trudge through the red snow

Bodies and blood all over the ground

To think I would be in the midst of this hell…

Away from my home where I was safe and sound

My ears ring with the crack of each exploding shell, one after another

Gunfire followed by piercing screams of pain…

Along with the unanswered cries for mother

A Tango approaches and our commander bellows, “FIRE!”

Raising my weapon, I pull the trigger on instinct…

And watch my target quickly expire

Just like that, without thinking, I had taken a life

I am no killer, but wait!  Tango is still moving…

I rush forward and puncture their heart with my knife   

Turning my head with blood on my face, a bullet grazes my cheek

Tangos have me in their sights…

I feel so helpless, so meek

Another ballistic ricochets off my metal hat

I begin to sprint…

Frantically dodging this way and that,

 Desperately searching for cover as the shots blaze by

A projectile finally finds its way into my gut’s flesh…

I am barely a man, much too young to die

I begin to panic and lose my head

I am no different from any of them…

Soon I too will be dead

 One last sliver of lead to my chest and I fall to one knee

I am nothing…

Just another frozen face no one will ever see

Looking down I see the growing stain of my own blood

This is it...

My grave will be here upon this patch of snow and mud

The sounds of gunfire and shouted commands begin to fade

I fall onto my side…

And there my body stayed

My mind and muscles begin to slack

As I watch the vapors from my last breath escape…

Everything goes black

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[I wrote this a while back when I wanted to write something, but wasn't quite sure what.  After reading it again today I realized this would be a good choice to use as my poem about poems/poetry/poets.  You decide for yourself.  Enjoy!]

Never branded
Never labeled
Never official

Never chosen
Never hooked
Yet never been overlooked

Never brought down
Never built up
Never and always told to shut up

Never wrong
Never right
Never completely out of sight

Never here
Never there
But been just about everywhere

Never challenged
Never questioned
Yet forever condemned

Never hot
Never cold
Never done as told

Never mean
Never nice
Just playful when the time is right

Never loved
Never hated
Never under or overrated

Never promiscuous
Never prude
Always sets the right mood

Never a fighter
Never a lover
Never permanent but always forever

Never following
Never leading
Always drifting

Never branded
Never labeled
Never official

My Writer Preference

http://www.online-literature.com/shakespeare/

There he is:  William Shakespeare! 

Yeah, he's a popular one, but I can't deny that I really love his work.  Shakespeare is a literary genius.  There is nothing that compares to his word play, and engaging story lines.  Many movies along with other literary works these days are heavily inspired by much of his work.  How many people can claim to have accomplished that?  Shakespeare is my author of choice for the aforementioned reasons. 

Plus, I wish I could speak as smoothly and romantically as he did =P