Extended+Metaphor

Identity by Julio Noboa Polanco

// Let them be as flowers, //

//always watered, fed, guarded, admired,//

//but harnessed to a pot of dirt.// // I’d rather be a tall, ugly weed, //

//clinging on cliffs, like an eagle//

//wind-wavering above high, jagged rocks.// // To have broken through the surface of stone, //

//to live, to feel exposed to the madness//

//of the vast, eternal sky.//

//To be swayed by the breezes of an ancient sea,//

//carrying my soul, my seed,//

//beyond the mountains of time or into the abyss of the bizarre.// // I’d rather be unseen, and if //

//then shunned by everyone,//

//than to be a pleasant-smelling flower,//

//growing in clusters in the fertile valley,//

//where they’re praised, handled, and plucked//

//by greedy, human hands.// // I’d rather smell of musty, green stench //

//than of sweet, fragrant lilac.//

//If I could stand alone, strong and free,//

//I’d rather be a tall, ugly weed.// Would you rather be someone who is faddish yet unable to change, or someone who is detested yet able to be unique and free?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P--ZBbU2HRs

//Mother to Son // –Langston Hughes

 Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;">So, boy, don't you turn back. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;">Don't you set down on the steps. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;">'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;">Don't you fall now— <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;">For I'se still goin', honey, <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;">I'se still climbin', <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;">And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"> The Road not Taken –Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

**O Captain! My Captain!**

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O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
 * The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; || ||
 * The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, || ||
 * While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: || ||
 * But O heart! heart! heart! || // 5 //  ||
 * O the bleeding drops of [|red], || ||
 * Where on the deck my Captain lies, || ||
 * Fallen cold and dead. || ||
 * 2
 * 2
 * 2

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; || ||
 * Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; || // 10 //  ||
 * For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; || ||
 * For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; || ||
 * Here Captain! dear father! || ||
 * This arm beneath your [|head] ; || ||
 * It is some dream that on the deck, || // 15 //  ||
 * You’ve fallen cold and dead. || ||
 * 3
 * 3

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; || ||
 * My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; || ||
 * The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; || ||
 * From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; || // 20 //  ||
 * Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! || ||
 * But I, with [|mournful] tread, || ||
 * Walk the deck my Captain lies, || ||
 * Fallen cold and dead. || ||

Mercy Steven Friz The raindrops fall without an end. With their deafening strike, They pummel the ground. The field is covered, yet still more comes. And everything here, Everything under this cloud, Runs. They run to bunkers, They run to fox holes, They run for shelter, They run for their lives. Because these raindrops, They do not give life, They take it. With their deadly strike, They hit the ground. Killing, Tearing, Shredding. And with the cries for mercy, The cries for life, The cries for peace, The cries for love. Oh, the cries, So loud and clear. Pleading for this war to stop. All of these cries. So many that go unanswered. And the rain, It does not stop. No, it does not stop.

High Tide By Kane Nelson The tide for now is low But you can feel it     Feel it creeping onto the beach Eating everything in its path Creeping up your legs… It’s inevitable The ocean claims everything eventually No matter who what or where It will claim us all We will all take turns Standing on the beach Sitting in our favorite lounge chair Lying on a towel tanning under the moon Waiting Waiting to be claimed by the warm icy water Once it gets us it will run And run back into the water With us     Life must go on      We don’t choose it      It chooses us

until the tides get higher And higher And higher Then you drown.

__<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">The Lonely Sole __

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Blonde and blue, <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">The brightest colors <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Marked on the face of the beach

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Sunlight pours onto the coast <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Displaying an appearance of enjoyment

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Friendly waters wash ashore <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">A magnet, attracting smiles

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">People crowd around, <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Filled to the brim <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">With excitement and happiness,

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">But as night falls <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">The waves groan <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">As the patrons disappear

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">And the beach feels as if <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">It is the only one for miles

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">So it sulks in its lonely waters <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">While silently begging <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">It could leave with them <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">But this shore stays here, unmovable

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">It enjoys the last bit of company <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">And wishes they would never leave <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">But this bank knows all too well

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">As the sun goes into hiding <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">The smiles leave the sands

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">And as the last pair of feet <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Tip toe towards their home <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">It stretches its waters out <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Attempting to nip at their toes <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">And hopefully bring them back <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">But they just keep on walking forward

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Then once the footprints disappear <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">It sulks in a pool of pleasant abandonment <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">Until the brightest colors shine no more <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;">And only shadows mark the face of the beach