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Greetings reader! My name is Jakob, I am 17 years old and have lived in Missouri my entire life. When I was young my family moved from closer to Saint Louis to the surrounding outskirts. Throughout my formative years I have always excelled at English language arts and have created narratives in my mind to pass time. But I have never taken myself seriously and began unloading my ideas into poetry. The past ten years of my life have been chaotic and only recently has that storm truly passed.  My collection of poetry is multifaceted and allows insight into what I hold dear.  Ever since I was young I have looked for a medium for my thoughts and only recently have I been truly successful. My Garbled Amalgamation is precisely my tool to help me close a few chapters in my life that have been open a few years too long ago.

My collection contains 95 poems. These poems range from a single stanza about the inevitability of time, to a sixteen stanza poem about never-ending monotony. My writing is a medium for my thoughts and feelings and therefore I am indiscriminate in my subject matter. My mission for writing all of these poems is for every reader to be able to choose a single poem they can take away something positive from. My motivation behind writing poems every day comes in two different waves. The first of which being of extroversion and analysis of the world around me and the second being an internal introspection of thoughts and emotions, as opposed to things. Each poem captures a moment in time and, in my opinion, there is at least one poem for any reader to enjoy inside my portfolio. My collection explores themes of enduring occupations, enjoying time for leisure, creating happy memories, and the negativity that comes from life. My writing is strange, I must admit. I have written many of my poems as if they were short stories only ones with a limited word or syllable structure. My first section of poems is Haikus and are typical of comedic or moral value. I have also written Haikus to set enough imagery to leave you with a complete thought, for instance, the impending doom of an alien invasion or the levity of students in China climbing a mountain to reach their schoolhouse. My free-form poems are the true crown jewel of my collection. Ranging from sentimental anecdotes, a tale about a stoupored buccaneer, the analysis of carpet patterns in my school's library, or a Vietnamese mans’ after-work routine. I made sure to never leave a stone unturned on purpose and try my best to write a poem about any thought that came to me. I wrote a single sonnet entitled “Scarlet’s Sonnet” and it is the entire morning routine of a woman named Scarlet who is living in Harlem, New York City, and working at an immigrant-owned deli. My limericks are almost all conveying triumphancy and some even acknowledge the obstacle they faced. My tanka poems mostly explore the theme of history and what is on the morally right side of it. I have also managed to have a common theme of relating somehow to nature in the rest of these poems. For instance, I have a series of six tanka poems that each highlight important things from the throes of the Cold War with the USSR in the 1950’s to the social discourse of the LA Riots in the 1990s. As I previously mentioned, the rest of my tankas are set in nature, from my own recounting of Irish folklore behind Jack ‘O’ Lanterns or why the reader should book a flight to Japan in the spring. I aim for these pieces of literature to be the epoxy that holds my mission statement together so the more creative or outlandish the better. It is important to me that my reader is able to have a connection with something I write.

HAIKUS

Time

Linear arrow

Always indiscriminate

We’re along for the ride

Maybe...

Maybe when pigs fly!

If penguins figure it out...

Please, get back to me.

My Pet Bird

My best friend can fly

Her feathers ruffle loudly

She perches on me

Privledged Lifestyle

Neon astroturf

Cigar boxes and nine irons

Khakis and polos

Mr. Popper

My penguins spread love

They care about everyone

Hugs and high flippers 

My Joy

She is my twin flame

On her trampoline, we lay

Soak up ultraviolet light

My Friends Dogs

Entering friends homes

First thing I do is say hi 

To their pet, not them

County Fair

Imagine a fair

Hot dogs and cotton candy

Fireworks all around

Bear

My dog; Bear, is sweet

He loves to jump and say hi

He remembers all

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Math

Arithmetic pain

A full hour I can not endure

Hard for me to follow 

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Halloween

The ghouls and goblins

Spine chilling and flesh-eating

Pay Earth a visit

FREE VERSE

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The squares of carpet

Inside of my schools library

They all have patterns 

Rotating between four designs

Part are static lines

Others are frayed dots

Some are little ripples

A portion are bursting rays

Yet they all share the colors

Blue, turquoise, white and grey 

Patterns

Love Languages

Giving and receiving gifts is a way to show you care

Finding someone to care for you can be rare

Small boxes or cards

It’s really not hard

To guard one's feelings is to miss out on love

Snowy Trees

Cedar sap irritates my forearms

I would prefer a million touches of frost 

Before I am overcome with this burn

I would rather endure muggy July sweat than this itch

This is my gripe as a landscaper

Crawl inside a mossy stump

The wealth of food will make you plump

You’ll meet new friends and their friends too

We gather at the fire to bond over stew

A wondrously connected underground town

Those who inhabit hail a mossy twig crown

Abandoned Service Station

Have you ever wondered

Wondered about all the corners 

Corners left destitute for a long while 

A long while that continues to increase with every passing moment

Every passing moment is the medium for the gradual formation of cobwebs

Lonely Nooks, Disheveled Crannies

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A canary colored butterfly

Hovered to perch on a mans shoulder

It was a sad day for Earth 

For the two were the only living beings

One is existential and self preserving

The other is oblivious and innocent

As the seasons change
Time passes
Both entrench further in their ways

The life cycle of the butterfly ends.

Leaving the man with nothing but a chrysalis and sorrow

A Canary Colored Butterfly

Buddha Statues Carved into Mountainside

Man erected a statue here long ago

Neglected by its maker

Reclaimed by its rightful owner

Vines and vegetation cover corroded stone

Crocodile

Dinosaurs still exist on Earth

They are very far from extinct 

Go up the Nile and you'll find these prehistoric behemoths

Just don’t get too close

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In a schools basement lies a bag of deflated kick balls

These balls would live more fulfilling lives with students

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I love the season of carving gourds

You don't? Best barricade your home with boards!

The ghosts and goblins of the night 

 I couldn’t dare turn away in spite

Because I was once a creature too

Many moons ago, when my world was new

Podium

A lonely cricket chirps to himself in an auditorium

He shares the stage with only himself

Someone needs to break the silence

It's only right that he’s the one to do so

The Chirping Hour

People in Park

The most desolate corners of your mind

The kind of memories that are but flashes and feelings

Perhaps a cruel mental purgatory

Torture yourself inundating in the past

Brooklyn Bridge

Don’t swim in the Hudson

Ten second rule starts as soon as you are submerged

When you reach zero, you’ll need a clinic visit

I don't recommend swimming in the Hudson River

Galaxy

What makes our astronauts strap themselves to rockets?

Or encourage our fire fighter to drown in a blaze?

Is it glory, remembrance or something else entirely?

Occasionally impacting and leaving craters 

Very rarely one causes the annihilation of life on a planet

Sailing

Burning aimlessly

Atmosphere cushions its arrival 

Miles of ice and rock

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Zeppelins march across the horizon in unity.

The rage of war eats up and spits out soil.

Muck, petrol and cadaver cakes all in no man's land.

Foul smells and pestilence, rodents and scourge.

Acid rain corrodes armaments while mortars scar earth.

Fight, flight, run or freeze? 

Wooden Toy Clock
Tropical Island View

another year passed, subsequently a years perspective as well

Docked in St. John this morn’

Tavern crawls and dining halls

I enjoy my stupor, for I shall be back to work nigh

By daybreak all should be accounted for

If you quit, then so be it

But it’s a far row from home

Big Ben
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The heavens wept on Ho Chi Minh this evening

 Bao couldn’t be more ready to get off

Dank beef broth calls his nostrils from across the alley

As quick as he clocks out he's slamming pho and vodka

The Thames River monster is at it again

13 disappearances this week 

One skipper, sponsored by the Queen

He will be the judge, jury, and executioner 

Los Angeles

Smog wraps around every crack and crevice in The City of Angels

 As the red sun perched on the horizon

A pungent tar invades me from across the street

A nearby jackhammer deafens all noise

No matter. For I am on a mission to get home and sleep.

I despise working the graveyard shift.

I’m sure Scarlett is on her way to work right now

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Cinquain

Desert Ibex

 Mountain goat

Sturdy, Fearless

Standing, Climbing, Sliding

Natures professional rock climbers

An Ibex

Sloth

Slow, Aquatic

Swimming, Dangling, Relaxing

Nature's luckiest species

Prey

Evil

Opportunist, Patient

Lurking, Leading, Destroying

Yang contrasted by yin

Mankind

Student

Motivated, Studious

Working, Learning, Building

Medium for information

Sponge

Smartphone

Innovative, Efficient

Searching, Calling, Texting

Wealth of knowledge

Human mind

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LIMERICK

There was a hive in a tree

On that hive sat a bumblebee 

The honey ran down, the bee got stuck

He couldn’t believe it, he felt like a schmuck

The fact he got stuck and might never get free

Gifting
Ship's Wheel
Sky Scrapers

A Venetian sailor set off from his home

He accidentally landed in Rome

His objective was Greece

To find his brother named Reese

Together they'll sail the greek isles

A skyscraper sways in the breeze

“Will it fall”? Pfft, oh Please!

But just in case, let’s start a race

With haste, we’ll make pace

To a finish line on the horizon

There once was a knight on a raft

He was on a mission to stomp out witchcraft

A wizard reigned chaos on the nearby village

The necromancer won’t yield his pillage

When our hero approached, the sorcerer cackled 

A young woman gave her partner a gift

Yet sadly it only caused a rift

Her gift was visibly new 

And the fresh price tag too

She was caught red-handed forgetting an anniversary

Tanka

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The height of Cold War

Cookie cutter homes and The Red Scare

Harry Truman, Korean War

Was the birth of Rock and Roll 

Color TV created

The Civil rights movement

Martin Luther King is killed

Cuban Missile Crisis 

John F. Kennedy is killed

Mankind steps foot on the moon

Image by Library of Congress

The war in Vietnam

Watergate scandal revealed

Star Wars, Jimmy Carter

Insulin is created 

Microsoft is founded

Actor president

Rock ballads and Reaganomics

Pop culture reshaped 

New technology emerged

The Berlin wall is torn down 

Flannel and Grunge rock

Mr Clinton, Ms Lewinsky

Los Angeles race riots

Official end of Cold War

The communication era

Book a flight to Japan

Late March to early April

Hirosaki park

See the cherry blossoms bloom

White and pastel pink rain

I'm in Wyoming 

Snow blankets everything around

Cool wind attacks me 

I still couldn’t feel more free

Square acreage is quite cheap out here

Abandoned buildings

It is now the witching hour 

Street lights hum, distant shots

Sirens wail, the metro kicks wind

Chicago is scary at night

Barrier Island

Anna Maria Island

Is a small resort city

My hat is a momento

My sister went to Florida 

War destroys many lives

Proffitteered by few

Men die where they weren’t born

Geneva for all, and yet

Some evil men got off scot free

Brick and mortar store

A good ole’ mom and pop shop

Belly of the midwest

Buckle of the bible belt

Here, you will find them

Grazing in the dusk

All the green blades dance

I eat them often

Suddenly a bright light and...

I pray that someday

We find another in the

Bright midwest summer

If there may be a cloud then

I know they shall part

Beautiful ocean

Our great coral reef is dying

Trash and pollution bleach it

Out of sight, out of mind, sadly.

A sea turtle chokes to death

When I was a boy

My grandfather yelled at me

For skinning a tree

Treat nature how you want to...

...be treated yourself

Hell’s ember in palm

Vegetable lantern

Wander the peat bogs

This limbo is so dreary

A lost soul, Jack is

Our good ole’ Uncle Sam

The big red, white, and blue cloth.

The constitution

Because our founding fathers

Land of opportunity

Brooklyn Bridge

After a war with her alarm, a girl rolled out of bed.

Scarlet stretches with the rays bursting through the shades.

More than usual, the morning sun glowed red.

With time to spare, she put her hair in braids.

 

She was out the door and was on her way.

She went right, then two blocks, and took a left by the docks.

Scarlet loved taking this detour, walking down the bay.

After people-watching a while, it was officially 9 o’ clock.

 

Work was in the near future, so Scarlet dipped into a restroom.

She likely set world records while flying garments onto her body.

Now she prepares for nearly eight hours of holding a broom.

When her shoes hit the welcome mat, the world took a large sigh of relief.

Indicated by neon signs; the deli was open, the door chimes rang.

Over an old speaker in the break room, a Spanish woman sang

Scarlet's Sonnet

Liminal Purgatory Free Verse

A Good Ole' Fashion Who Done It Free Verse

I am lost inside an extremely monotonous office building.

Every floor is the same, all cubicles are no different, and each desk is alike.

This place is devoid of visible life except for the room I inhabit.

There seems to be no true beginning or end, every floor I ascend to is a carbon copy of the last.

Likewise, every floor I descend on drives me madder.

All interior design is minimalistic and disgustingly bland.

There is a kitchenette encapsulated in the back right of each floor plan.

So when I so chose, I have what only can be explained as; other people's packed lunches to eat.

It is a cruel trick to leave me with sustenance yet be abhorrently devoid of any substance.

I have not seen, tasted, heard, smelled, or felt anything “new” in an inexplicably long time.

So long in fact I forget who I am or why I have decided to write this very scripture.

My senses are dulled and I can only remain sane by reading the material contained in this building.

Every folder, file, spreadsheet, notebook, or piece of paper

I cannot help but wonder what cruel trick has been played upon me and why I woke up here years ago.

I will not likely unravel what is happening to me within my lifetime so I beg you, the reader, for help.

Perhaps my writing will convey my true state of despair and constant sanity eviscerating boredom to you.

The house contained a dozen people and any one of them could be the culprit

The docile Ms. Peters and the defamed Mr. Ollie are the hosts of this squalor

It seems to be this dinner party of old friends is not benign after all

There is a murderer in these corridors; weapons are contraband at this party 

We must divest ourselves from this mansion to ensure our safety

Although this plan was dubious and it was conducive to the murderer's plan

Dr. Violet adjudicates the police should be arriving within the hour, 

The police must go the long way around some amphibious terrain

Mr. Ollie decides after peering through diaphanous silk drapes onto the balcony

When the police arrived they figured out that good old rebellious Ms. Peters 

Had got the short end of the stick when she decided to leave the mansion through the garage.

The news left everyone quite doleful for the entirety the evening

ACROSTIC

Photographer

Captures
All
Memories
Especally
Revered
Ages

 

Paper Cups

Carry
On
Finding
Fulfillment
Efficiency
Entails


 

Airport Waiting Area

Bother
Often
Really
Inundating
Not
Great

 

Abnormally
Large
Intelligent
Enslaving
Narcissists

 

Binding
Our
Open
Knowledge

Carnivorous
Animals
Naturally
Intelligent
Needy
Entertainers

Sure
Hope
It
Propels

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