Inner Workings Explained

Dallas Briscoe`s Poetry Antholgy

Introduction

Dallas Briscoe began writing poetry when he attended Tidwell middle school in the 7th grade.He enjoys playing with his loving kittens and snuggling up with them.His parents have been split up for a few months,and the divorce has taken its toll on him.He really loves his mom because she gives him the support and love he needs, however he and his dad are not on very good terms and he father is not somebody that he enjoys being with.Over all Dallas is a silly and joyful person that is, sadly still hurt by his dad inside.

Where I`m from

Memories for Where I`m going


I am from Garnier Mousse,

From Old spice and Dove

I am from the warm cozy home sweet home

Clean, smooth, it smelled like freshly bleached counters

I am from the short green grass,

The mini palm tree in the back

Constantly blocking and prickling the path



I am from family thanksgivings and curly black hair

From Olive and Briscoe.

I am from the loud discussion s

And competitive mind set

From babysitter tiger traps and 7year old gum in your belly

With Jesus as my savior

And exciting Sunday church



I'm from Rowlette Texas and Sweden

Beef and broccoli and Rice with gravy

From the scars on his face that prove Austin was lucky (I’m so sorry)

the loud shrieks of Houston after the terrible monster visits



Hung all around the house in fancy frames

Beautiful, fun times spent all of the country

Happy times … never to be shared again

Makes me emotional and embarrassed at the faces I made

I am from Dana`s womb, Ronald’s roof

The cuts are my heart are proof

Creativity flowing from my dome

I`m survivor from a broken home

Narrative poem

PUMPKIN`S DAY


Beautiful sunny morning!

Its Perfect Day!?

Gentle breeze blows through

sweet smells in the air

"Zzzz Hmm Zzz Kawhawa Zzz Hmm"

dim lit dark dreary shelter

Echos of snoozing and snoring explode from the doors

The striped beast soundly slumbers on

Half past noon and it sleeps like a log

"Zzzz Hmm Zzz Kawhawa Zzz Hmm"

The day is dying,but still...

not an inch of fur has moved.

The clock frowns with disappointment

3:00pm...LUNCH TIME!

green eyes spring to life,blankets rustle

The Beast is a garbage disposal,gobbling food at the speed of light

"Zzzz Hmm Zzz Kawhawa Zzz Hmm"

It only awakes to eat, with the occasional Plort

The day is long gone,weeks,months,years,wasted

The days are never used,the beast`s life ends unfulfilled

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Hyperboles and Allusions poem

Delightful,Amazing, Nice, Adult


She was made in heaven

Crafted only be the finest hands

Grown in the garden of Eden

Born From the radiant sun

Her eyes forged from the brightest stars

They shine like Hollywood spot lights

Jewels compressed in the Earth`s center

One glance causes eternal blindness

Lips constructed from the wisdom of her tongue

Plump and crimson red as Santa Claus

Soft as the fleece of Mary’s little lamb

So glossy they reflect the image of mortal souls

Her clothes woven from the fabric of time and space

Apparel inconceivable to human eyes

Jewelry assembled from the rings of Saturn and the moons of Jupiter

Shoes as lovely as Dorothy’s ruby red slippers

She is a Goddess, perfect in million ways

She is a Queen Forever youth full

She is a Hero loved by all

She is my loving Mother

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Ode

It Covers One In A Million


Sunrise forces my appearance

Nights are the reason for my return

Engulfed in the waves of cotton

Forever soothing my soul

My bed, the reason for my existence

The best therapy for hard days

Simple, soft, silky comfort for the black depression

With my bed`s help, escaping realty is easy as 1, 2, “Swoosh”

The amazing sound of sinking into the cool, comfort abyss

Its covers silence all noise for miles

Without it life would have no meaning

My bed fulfills me with its pure white pillows

Beautiful and cool as snow

Any other bed is wood and nails, pillows of tacks, and blankets of dust

I`m blessed to experience such a wonderful collection

Pillows, crafted from heavens clouds

Blankets woven from God`s Grace

Mattress of eternal happiness, forged in his radiant presence

My bed is an everlasting dream that I never want to end

Every day I thank my bed for the privilege to sleep upon it

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Structure poem

Father of the Forest


Nature, most people would describe it as beautiful, peaceful, and serene. Most people think that because they have only watched nature from the outside. They have never been exposed to the true colors of nature. Unfortunately I have. When I was young and naive I spent lots of time with nature. I used to think it was perfect, amazing, something to look up too. It wasn’t until I go older that I finally able to see all the lies and deceit had been hiding within the brush. I investigated, and that upset the balance of nature, the balance turned to the dark, when nature hits, it hits hard. Nature throws everything it has at you tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes, floods, and drought. It leaves no stone unturned no branch unbroken. It hits you with everything until it breaks you and you find your place. Then everything seems to be OK. You no longer question it, no longer challenge it, you realize there is nothing you can do. The creatures of the forest are consumed by fear, and for some that is enough to cause them to run away .Into the cities miles away from the closest tree. It is truly survival of the fittest, the fast ones escape natures wrath and never look back, however the ones that cant run fast enough are left to try and survive the elements of nature over and over again. Until they breathe their last lonely breath.





NATURE!

MOST people would describe IT as

Beautiful...Peaceful…Serene

Most people think that because they have ONLY watched nature from the outside….

They have never been exposed to the true colors of nature.

UNFORTUANTLY I HAVE.

When I was young and naïve I spent lots of time with nature.

I USED to think it was Perfect! Amazing! Something, toooooo look up too.

It wasn’t until I go older that I finally able to see all the LIES and DECEIT had been hiding within the brush.

I investigated…aaannndd that upset the balance of nature

The balance turned to the DARK!!!

When nature hits IT HITS HARD

Nature throws everything it has at you TornadoesHurricanesEarthquakesFloodsDrought.

It leaves NO stone unturned …NO branch unbroken….It hits you with everything until it breaks you and you find your place.

Then everything seems to be OK.

You no longer question it…. no longer challenge it…you realize there is nothing you can do…

The creatures of the forest are consumed by FEAR,

and for Some that is enough to cause them to run away

Into the cities “Miles” away from the closest tree.

It is truly SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST,

The FAST ones escape natures wrath and never….look back,

however the ones that can run fast enough are LEFT to try and survive the elements of nature “over… and…over… again”

Until they breathe…….. their last lonely brrrreeeeaaatttthhh….

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Sonnet Poem

Skin Deep Beauty


Rose red cherry lips

Prettiest women I`ve ever seen

I love the way you move your hips

I don`t care if your always mean


Face and body are perfection

Pearls match your ocean blue eyes

I don`t really need much affection

So much luckier than the other guys


I`d be a fool to let you go

I love every inch of you

You used my rent money on a bow?

It shows how much you love me too


I was under a spell by that demon Cupid

The thought of loving you leaves me feeling stupid

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Reflection

I really liked the hyperbole and allusion poem because it was easy for me to come up with nice things to say about my mom.I wanted everyone to know how special she is to me and how beautiful i know she is.Because it was all about hyperboles and allusions it was easy to emphasis the features of my mom. I feel like during the unit it was easier t write poems because all the terms where fresh in my mind and we had seen many examples of them. I feel like the experiences and the people/pets that impact my life in a big way are easy and fun to write about. Both my mom and my cat pumpkin help we feel better so I had A lot to write about the two of them. I have some tension and anger/sadness that I needed to get off my chest so I wrote “father of the forest” I spent lots of time in my bed so that is why is decided to ode to it. The where I’m from and sonnet were required so I just followed the guide lines/instructions. I felt like the sonnet was the most difficult to write because it had to be about love and it had to have a theme and rhymes which I found to be very difficult to do. I used a happy family pi because that what my family used to look like, I used an angel because that is what my mom is to me, and used a burning forest because I feel like everything is destroyed when my dad is around and the rest of the pics just depicted what the poem talked about, a bed ,heart break, and my cat pumpkin

Citations

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