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=Steven=

=El Dorado= by __Edgar Allen Poe__ Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old, This knight so bold, And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow; "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be, This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the mountains Of the moon, Down the valley of the shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied,-- "If you seek for Eldorado!"

I think the knight is looking for his home, or a mystical land that will give him the answers he needs. Edgar Allen Poe must have been searching for something when he wrote this.

=If We Must Die= by __Claude McKay__ If we must die—let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot.

If we must die—oh, let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!

Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe; Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!

What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

I think the poet is saying to the reader have respect for everyone. Don't die in vain, die for honor.

=Instead of losing= by __John Ashbery__ Anyone, growing up in a space you hadn't used yet would've done the same: bother the family's bickering to head straight into the channel.

My, those times crackled near about us, from sickly melodrama instead of losing, and the odd confusion...confusion. I thought of it then, and in the mountains.

During the day we perforated the eponymous city limits and then some. No one knew all about us but some knew plenty. It was time to leave that town for an empty drawer into which they sailed.

Some of the eleven thousand virgins were getting queasy. I say, stop the ship! No can do. Here come the bald arbiters with their eyes on chains, just so, like glasses.

Heck, it's only a muskrat that's seen better years, when things were medieval and gold... So you people in the front, leave. You see them.

And you understand it all. It doesn't end, night's sorcery notwithstanding. Would you have preferred to be a grownup in earlier times than the child can contain or imagine?

Or is right now the answer—you know, the radio we heard news on late at night, our checkered fortunes so pretty. Here's your ton of plumes, and your Red Seal Records. The whole embrace.

I think the poet back down from what the poet is doing. Everyone should respect what he does, and not disrespect him.

=__Perfect Weapon__= By Black Veil Brides

Here's to your perfect weapon, Crack bones with blind aggression. Like birds whose wings are broken, You live without direction.

The poetic device within this song is simile. "Like a birds whose wings are broken..." is the lyric with the poetic device. I like the song because it movtivates me to run faster when I listen to it while I run.

=//__Autobiographical Poem__//= by Steve Maben I am Steve Maben I am cam and collected I wonder if the world will be a better place I see what __is in front of me (metaphor)__ I hear __sustained silence (aliteration)__ I want people to hear me out

I am Steve Maben I say smart things I pretend to be Raptor Jesus I feel __like i'm isolated from the community (simile)__ I worry about people and what they say I cry when I lose a loved one

I am Steve Maben I understand people have different views I dream of becoming a Chef I try to better myself I hope of a better future I am Steve Maben