“Honey I’m home”
“How was work?”
“Fine, nothing eventful”
“That’s great to hear, but I heard differently from George”
“What did George tell you?”
“That you guys went to the game with a client this afternoon”
“Is that it?”
“Yes, why? Was there more?”
“Did George tell you about the girl he met at the game?”
“They are going on a…[Read more]
Person A: When samsung makes a stainless steel makes a black appliance then we can get it.
Person B: Why do we need it stainless steel black, why not just regular stainless steel.
Person A: Because it will match the other appliances that we are getting.
Person B: But why samsung, the reviews aren’t good?
Person A: Only some are bad, the…[Read more]
An aquatic wonderland for fish to swim
So many places to hide away.
Water cleaned through the filter,
Sponges catch any debris.
A large piece of wood serves as a home,
For may creatures who desire shelter.
Tiny shrimp clean the plants,
keeping them prim and proper.
Snails cling to the walls to clean off the…[Read more]
I sleep and I wake
Yet why does sleep claw its way back to my mind
I yearn to be awake and take on the day
Yet the drain from trying to move drags me down
I continue my effort to rise
Yet the pull is too great
I reach to stop the alarm
Yet the desire to sleep moves my finger to snooze
I lay back down
Yet the alarm rouses me again
Out in the field, he called for his hand
Rushing back for whatever his boss needs,
He asks what he can do.
His boss merely needed him to finish something trivial,
Rushing back to finish a hard days work.
In both poems there is a concurrent idea of the “American dream”. In the poem by Brooks it is a bit more evident, when she uses the phrases “Dream”, “rent”, and “feeding a wife”. Relating to how every person who migrated to the United States during that era had the simple goal of supplying for their family. In the poem “Harlem”, by Hughes it is a…[Read more]
A river is like a wall,
The same way a mind is like a cloud,
And money is like handcuffs,
Which is like a trap that leads to an open door,
Or an alleyway being a place of opportunity,
And a body of water is a means to an end.
A tree is grown from a large sprout,
on the earths surface which holds small gardens,
that sit in people’s front yard like the desk of an office worker,
whose job may seem like a marathon,
which he has trained for with discipline like a monk,
who is silent as the night.
A tree is like a large sprout,
on the earths surface like a small garden,
that sits in the front yard like the desk of a full-time worker,
whose job is like a marathon,
which he trained for like the discipline of a monk,
who is silent like the night.