Dia+Johnson


 * "Poetry is important. No less than science, it seeks a hold upon reality, and the closeness of its approach is the test of its success." Babette Deutsch

Memory Poem: Soaking in the luminous rays of the summer day My body tingles Thoughts run through the complex mind of an individual as the summer breeze flows gracefully through my nose Taking in a scent so beautiful all you can do is smile Passing my face, my body, my soul leaving a sense in which

All fear is condemned Lacking the feeling of pain, my mind lights up Opening doors in which were forever locked At least that was the case before The birds sit high in the tree speaking to each other at such graceful tones

The feeling of wood against my adventurous palms I now reach higher lengths continuing to climb Reaching the peak of my glory, I now observe the birds view Finally understanding why they'd sing such beautiful songs Breathtaking a view it is, taking one last breath Tasting the summer's success, my mouth is now refreshed And now i jump

Leaving the view, as reality comes closer and closer to my feet I now have a continuous sense of the birds eye view High up, higher up And i will continue to climb Ode: I stand here lost in the thought of simplicity Wondering why the world seems so empty Empty but filled by such dull individuals Unfortunately it seems creativity still dwindles

Dwindles in the mind of a common society All I see is one category lacking variety The horrible truth exposes the bond A bond in which has became so fond Fond of solitaire Isolation And Fear

At this thought I begin to smile Knowing there is no uniqueness in the farthest mile I stand here unique with a common thought A thought so complex A thought that reflects you’re simple perplex

I stand here unique with a common thought Not to be common But beyond it

Sonnet:   In summer in spring in autumn me Consider me how we sit the hit he Bit by venom spit thou substance so vile Of such strength I handle it thou I am wild

Live in such isolation you would be a monster Monster of such horror I break out tell her Within you is the thou no man left is he All ice cold dark thou fear is held within

Held within such a hideous monster graveled out Thou surface exposed by truth the world shouts Unknown within until unlocked french is FIN End here not there is now of sound but silent

Within thou subdued of love temptation lacks part Temptation is now violence without thou heart  A little about my poetry: **1 The topics that I choose to focus on are just thoughts within my head that are always floating around. I like to talk about things in a different and twisted way. Exposing things about myself that none of the world could tell from the outside. Usually I speak about myself, the part that everyone is confused about. The ugly side of me, the realistic side of me, the true side of me. I have began to go to poetry slams, and listening to many individuals expose their vulnerabilities on stage. Poetry seems like a new hobby of mines, one in which i will continue to carry out in the future. I do not usually have rhyme schemes in my poems because they tend to come out truthfully when the words do not sound similar. The times in which I make my poems rhyme it is to entertain the audience, entertainment only. The true meaning of my poems come out when they are raw, and no rhyming at all. **Poet: Charles Simic **


 * Private Eye **

code To find clues where there are none, That's my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The world beyond My window has grown illegible, And so has the clock on the wall. I may strike a match to orient myself

In the meantime, there's the heart Stopping hush as the building Empties, the elevators stop running, The grains of dust stay put. Hours of quiescent sleuthing Before the Madonna with the mop

Shuffles down the long corridor Trying doorknobs, turning mine. That's just little old me sweating In the customer's chair, I'll say. Keep your nose out of it. I'm not closing up till he breaks. code

Paradise Motel

code Millions were dead; everybody was innocent. I stayed in my room. The President Spoke of war as of a magic love potion. My eyes were opened in astonishment. In a mirror my face appeared to me Like a twice-canceled postage stamp.

I lived well, but life was awful. there were so many soldiers that day, So many refugees crowding the roads. Naturally, they all vanished With a touch of the hand. History licked the corners of its bloody mouth.

On the pay channel, a man and a woman Were trading hungry kisses and tearing off Each other's clothes while I looked on With the sound off and the room dark Except for the screen where the color Had too much red in it, too much pink. code This Morning

code Enter without knocking, hard-working ant. I'm just sitting here mulling over What to do this dark, overcast day? It was a night of the radio turned down low, Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams. I woke up lovesick and confused. I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing And some bird answering her, But it was the rain. Dark tree tops swaying And whispering. "Come to me my desire," I said. And she came to me by and by, Her breath smelling of mint, her tongue Wetting my cheek, and then she vanished. Slowly day came, a gray streak of daylight To bathe my hands and face in. Hours passed, and then you crawled Under the door, and stopped before me. You visit the same tailors the mourners do, Mr. Ant. I like the silence between us, The quiet--that holy state even the rain Knows about. Listen to her begin to fall, As if with eyes closed, Muting each drop in her wild-beating heart

code Analysis: Private Eye- The line"to find clues where there are none", reveals that the individual searches deeply. Searches the areas that were not successfully exposed by past individuals. The line "the grains of dust stay put", reveals that during this moment all is calm. The atmosphere is filled with anticipation and all excitement has ceased. The line "I'm not closing up till he breaks", reveals that the individual is possibly a detective that has someone in custody.

Paradise Motel- The line “I live well, but life was awful”, speaks of the man having a good life. He was a well rounded individual, but unfortunately living in a world that was filled with many bad things and hardships. The simple phrase of,”wrong place at the wrong time” comes to mind. The second line “with the sound off and room dark”, reveals that he isolates himself in a lifeless environment. An environment that is separated from the outside world. Here he can safely observe the horrors of the world through his window.  This Morning- The line "Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams ", reveals that the individual sleeps with hey content on his shoulders. All that bothers him, seems to affect him in his dreams also. The line " I woke up lovesick and confused", reveals that he is missing someone that he loves dearly.