Words in the journey
Sentences the narration
Distinction with a twist
Emotions add to all of this
Transactional approach
Ernest Hemingway, Famous Writer/Novelist
Some of his works, “For Whom the Bell Tolls, Old Man and the Sea and Farewell to Arms”
Venturing into reader’s hearts and minds exploration
Expectations into what the reader thought only a gesture
From land to the shores being the awareness of breezes circulating the human senses
Aroma of fresh wander, hope and idealistic values
Mr. Hemingway often wrote what he saw and felt
The theory came about as he would travel from Key West to Miami, Florida
He lived in Key West, Florida
4 hours ride from time to time
It would be the Greyhound Bus, and while reclining back in his seat
A Novel that became complete
From the good Earth
Novelist words and sentences connecting the here and there
Revolutionizing extraction
Detail having an awareness factor
Mind and paper of anticipation
Novelist Brew
Greyhound Bus in pursue destination bound.
Words in the journey
Sentences the narration
Distinction with a twist
Emotions add to all of this
Transactional approach
Ernest Hemingway, Famous Writer/Novelist
Some of his works, “For Whom the Bell Tolls, Old Man and the Sea and Farewell to Arms”
Venturing into reader’s hearts and minds exploration
Expectations into what the reader thought only a gesture
From land to the shores being the awareness of breezes circulating the human senses
Aroma of fresh wander, hope and idealistic values
Mr. Hemingway often wrote what he saw and felt
The theory came about as he would travel from Key West to Miami, Florida
He lived in Key West, Florida
4 hours ride from time to time
It would be the Greyhound Bus, and while reclining back in his seat
A Novel that became complete
From the good Earth
Novelist words and sentences connecting the here and there
Revolutionizing extraction
Detail having an awareness factor
Mind and paper of anticipation
Novelist Brew
Greyhound Bus in pursue destination bound.
Beyond this race of aches and pain
Looms large the struggle to make the grade,
And yet the mental and physical strain
Finds me now and forever unafraid
It matters not the starting gate,
The grueling race will take its toll,
But I’m a marathoner great
I’ll master all to reach my goal
Old man hands, rope-bitten, tough as reef—
Cast out hope with each line’s heave.
Dawn broke red over Gulf Stream bone,
The sea, she whispered, leave it alone.
Tug. A jerk. Then nothing but weight—
Like pulling on the edge of fate.
It ran deep, godless, cold and true,
A thing too big for a world this blue.
Reel sang like a drunk in pain,
Salt in my eyes, sun on my brain.
The boat spun slow in its quiet fight,
While silence grew from a vanished bite.
I lost it—yes. Not just a fish.
It took something a man can’t wish.
A piece of soul with silver scales,
Gone where the dark tide never tells.
I lit a smoke. I let it go.
The journey back
The trail
An Author of books
“FOR WHOM THE BELLS TOLL” my look
From Miami to Key West
The whom being I
4 hour venture to tour Ernest Hemingway’s house in Key West, Florida
Through his writings encouraged me to write
Extending my own words into theory
Mr. Hemingway being the vision of what words can be, and illustrating thoughts
The whom being can
The glance and grasp
I did a critical analysis of my College English 101 Professor’s Assigned I chose “FOR WHOM THE BELLS TOLL”
I got an A for my analysis of the book
Ernest Hemingway was an impact
His words bringing fact
His accomplishments are hard to keep track
Ernest Hemingway write up
Analysis complete.
Ernest Hemingway:
live it to write about it;
book is loyal friend
he persevered through struggle conquering his courage and compassion
we go to great lengths to win ~ and in the end find that we've won nothing
the stillborn baby, gone- then mother too;
wrapped arms 'round my unborn child.
I sip and ponder Ernest-ly
Across the table from me
I reach out and
touch Emily's hand
My friends
I truly understand
Time and space
The table
But dears
I see each face
You're present right
before me now
As words written
can allow
I hear your tears
Across the years
I cry with you
your words ring true
I reach out across the table
only as I'm able
I am the master
of my fate,
I am the captain
of my soul,
Shackled and bound
naught pensive mood,
Errant thy mind
unique ahold,
Gift naught against
thy solitude,
Further addressed
words oft betold,
Thine wounds convey
said blood doth shed,
Thine consequence
freedom commit,
Inscribed in blood
their conceits fed,
Thy testament
thee naught submit,
Thy body broke
thy skin be bruised,
Thy dogs licked wounds
thy name tainted,
Yet, albeit,
chose naught be used,
Nor to be
manipulated,
Annals of time
should fortune find,
Sorted soul
of true conviction,
Should paths be crossed
be thee unkind,
Thank the gods
thy valediction.
2020 February 02
Howmanysyllables;
18 lines x 8 syllables per = 144 syllables total
Await them in town, to arrive from sea
Those who glow amidst war misery
With minds like mine, sure there are more
Yet honest tongues are few
Mocked once for passion, ridiculed
What's insane to you, to me is true
Born too soon, attract anger from many
They act like they don't want it too
From '49 to this here day, justice has always slipped away
I'm still here, eternal
Look in the moon
My darlings I was just like you
Ignorance was what left me for dead
I still see it now, in a hate filled few
Until they leave I cannot rest
Peace is my one last requisite
Last orders for me shall remain unheard
Until they change their views
Hirsute's been my inclination,
beard, and mustache too,
I've never liked to shave my face
since I was twenty-two.
Call me vain, I love my visage,
even though I'm turning grey,
Hemingway had nothing on me,
even though he paved the way
to be a model for my kind,
though l can't be that man,
yet I'll strive to look like him,
and emulate him when I can.
Adventurer, a big game hunter?
activities I don't embrace,
the closest that I'll get to Ernest
is the hair upon my face!
Hirsute's been my inclination,
beard, and mustache too,
I've never liked to shave my face
since I was twenty-two.
Call me vain, I love my visage,
even though I'm turning grey,
Hemingway had nothing on me,
even though he paved the way
to be a model for my kind,
though l can't be that man,
yet I'll strive to look like him,
and emulate him when I can.
Adventurer, a big game hunter?
activities I don't embrace,
the closest that I'll get to Ernest
is the hair upon my face!
Hirsute's been my inclination,
beard, and mustache too,
I've never liked to shave my face
since I was twenty-two.
Call me vain, I love my visage,
even though I'm turning grey,
Hemingway had nothing on me,
even though he paved the way
to be a model for my kind,
though l can't be that man,
yet I'll strive to look like him,
and emulate him when I can.
Adventurer, a big game hunter?
activities I don't embrace,
the closest that I'll get to Ernest
is the hair upon my face!
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