Radio Laurel Blossom
No radio
in car
No radio on board
No radio
Already stolen
Absolutely no radio!
Radio broken
Alarm is set
To go off
No radio
No money
No radio
no valuables
No radio or
in car or trunk
No radio
Stolen 3X
No radio
Empty trunk
Empty glove compartment
In car
Nothing of value
No radio
No nuthin
(no kidding)
Radio Broken
Nothing Left!
Radio Gone
Note Hole in Dashboard
Radio Will Not Play
When Removed
Security Code Required
Would you keep
Anything valuable
In this wreck?
No valuables
In this van
Please do not
Thank you
For your kind
Nothing of value
in car
No radio
No tapes
No telephone

I liked this poem because of its simplicity in words but complexity in meaning. This poem is very relevant to teenagers now. We enjoy listening to songs on the radio while we are driving. We can relate when it is gone or stolen. I like the style of using simple words that everyone knows. We can understand this poem more because we know what each word means. But it doesn’t say things simply and right out. They use simple words but in a different way that could have many meanings.

“Do You Have Any Advice For Those of Us Just Starting Out?"

Ron Koertge

Give up sitting dutifully at your desk. Leave
your house or apartment. Go out into the world.
It's all right to carry a notebook but a cheap
one is best, with pages the color of weak tea
and on the front a kitten or a space ship.
Avoid any enclosed space where more than
three people are wearing turtlenecks. Beware
any snow-covered chalet with deer tracks
across the muffled tennis courts.
Not surprisingly, libraries are a good place to write.
And the perfect place in a library is near an aisle
where a child a year or two old is playing as his
mother browses the ranks of the dead.
Often he will pull books from the bottom shelf.
The title, the author's name, the brooding photo
on the flap mean nothing. Red book on black, gray
book on brown, he builds a tower. And the higher
it gets, the wider he grins.
You who asked for advice, listen: When the tower
falls, be like that child. Laugh so loud everybody
in the world frowns and says, "Shhhh."
Then start again.

This poem is very interesting and funny to read. Many poems are so complicated and twisted in words that it is boring to read. You just want to give up instead of taking many hours to figure out what it means. The tone is so more formal but talking about a casual subject. He is afraid to tell you what he thinks. He believes inspiration comes from spontaneity. I like this poem because it makes you feel like anyone can do it. It is easy to begin and you don’t have to have or know many things. This poem gives you a comic relief and lets you know that poems can be fun to read.

Hand Shadows Mary Cornish
My father put his hands in the white light
of the lantern, and his palms became a horse
that flicked its ears and bucked; an alligator
feigning sleep along the canvas wall leapt up
and snapped its jaws in silhouette, or else
a swan would turn its perfect neck and drop
a fingered beak toward that shadowed head
to lightly preen my father's feathered hair.
Outside our tent, skunks shuffled in the woods
beneath a star that died a little every day,
and from a nebula of light diffused
inside Orion's sword, new stars were born.
My father's hands became two birds, linked
by a thumb, they flew one following the other.

I like this poem because I can relate to it. I remember camping in the woods and making shadow puppets on the wall. This poem also between the lines tells of her love for her father. This shows that she has a good memory from her childhood of her father. She enjoyed spending time with him. This poem is very descriptive and gives you a good picture of what animal he is creating and what the animal is doing.

A Birthday Candle Donald Justice

Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles on a cake,
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash,
Yet there was time to wish

This poem is simple and sweet, yet explains many things. You are able to understand how he is feeling with so few words. You are able to relate to him because everyone has birthdays. But specifically to those who are older and have had many birthdays. I like his simile of a sunset and birthday candles. Where something happens for a brief moment and then it is gone.

How to Change a Frog Into a Prince

Anna Denise

Start with the underwear. Sit him down.
Hopping on one leg may stir unpleasant memories.
If he gets his tights on, even backwards, praise him.
Fingers, formerly webbed, struggle over buttons.
Arms and legs, lengthened out of proportion, wait,
as you do, for the rest of him to catch up.
This body, so recently reformed, reclaimed,
still carries the marks of its time as a frog. Be gentle.
Avoid the words awkward and gawky.
Do not use tadpole as a term of endearment.
His body, like his clothing, may seem one size too big.
Relax. There's time enough for crowns. He'll grow into it.

This is another poem of comic relief. I like it because it tells you how to do something that is a fairytale and could never happen. It is a story of how to except you couldn’t do it. She also tells you to be kind to people and let them transform in their own way. You can imagine a man or frog trying to get clothes on a struggling. It is loaded with great descriptions. Her tone is very relaxed and you can see her enjoyment in writing the poem.