Poems for English

The teacher asked us to write 3 poems. One sonnet, one free verse, and one sensory image. You may not get them as i often do not under stand poems myself but here they are:

The Maturity Of Dogs
Michael Brophy


In my life, I've had a few.
A joy to watch fight and frolic
they grow so fast, its exponential.
Varying colors from black and white to brown and yellow
appearances can shift from mean to mellow.
and when I have a meal at hand,
those ears perk and large eye’s sparkle.

When it comes to the nitty gritty,
these pets like children should obey
for when I bark orders there is no pity;
no excuses, no back talk, and growling- no way!
often when I get annoyed
punishment they learn to avoid
the raised hand followed by the “BAD BOY”.

Would they do the same if tables turned?
cause after all is said and done
the dogs seem quick to be forgiving
could this be a person reliving?
or memory so faint it cannot recall.


Sonnet
Atom Bomb

by Michael Brophy

It is peaceful here the wars are over
the country can finally relax.
Women and children cheer homecoming fathers
the atom bomb can now hold all their backs.
But in that device lies death to masses
for beneath its shell, a deadly mixture
to annihilate people of all the classes
and it destroys structures though some endure.
It removes the emotion from killing
leaving only pure atomic clout
the effect, left in wrong hands, quite chilling
the fear reigns the heart day in and day out.
no doubt in mine mind such omnipotence
could bring the world to perfect silence
(this one follows a 5 iambic pentameter shakespearean rhyming pattern with a template I had to follow which is why some lines seem cut short and others like "...can now hold all their backs..." seem like they were rushed through and dont make sense because its 12:30 and im tired...)


Sensory Image Poem
Michael BRophy

The Gym

My place of development for my body
has distant sounds of medieval battle
and shrewed smells of rotten cattle
to my left, two mammoths locking horns
my right, oblong bodies engaging pretzel positions
making sure the elastic goe's untorn.
Contracting muscles and digesting flesh and grain enveloped
This place is where I do develop

****finally going to sleep..Night...****

Depression...

In the weeks before I had been feeling depressed about....well....nothing specifically I guess, just life in general. I've always heard about depression in the media and had really no clue what it was about. For me atleast, it is a mental disease that causes one to procrastinate, indulge in bad habits, not care or be inspired by anything impeticular and sometimes just plain suicidal thinking how worthless a life of repetition and suffering can be. A lot of it comes from boredom and staying at home with nothing to do to keep my mind busy since I've grown tired of most the games I can play on my computer with limited RAM and processor resources. In addition to that I am rather lazy unless I am required to do something and there is an incentive in it for me. Also I don't feel so hopeful about reaching my goals of attaining a bachelors of science in electrical engineering or physics because after spending so much time doing calculations on the mathematics of the universe, my goals seem like such small feats. Maybe its just a phase or maybe its because a lot of people in my age group have self esteem, identity, school, and work problems to deal with and might also be the fact that we study Hamlet in highschool which is so filled with tragedy and underlying "truth" and moral about how real life is.**** Going to take my two dogs Ricky(the dingo eared dog) and Pico(the black & white Shitzhu with a bite) for a walk and start assembling an application for the British Columbia Institute of Technology(BCIT) to hopefully get in on the waiting list for their industrial electricity program sometime in the next few years.****