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Poetry Collection Review, “The Poetry of Robert Frost”

Poetry Collection Review, “The Poetry of Robert Frost”

Do you know poetry that Robert Frost never sleeps in feeling this nature?  A reader may grasp a name that extends upon more names, to leave the pages disturbed by Frost’s aspiration for certain state travellers.  Dialects in literature can be detected through studying plenty of rhyming words.  There’s little vulgarity, but it’s serious.  It’s easy of course to envision the romantic scenery by “west-running brook”.  Don’t mistaken Frost’s inspiration of California.  That vague concept of articulating syllables for poetry-writing!  Sometimes saying “pumpkins” is better than saying “chickens”.  Or is it?  Let’s remember farm equipment.  Frost has sense for directions because he imagines shapes, so he’s a poet who can describe the workings of a god.  In fact, he speaks as the Christian God in the collection’s first stage play.  Frost never realizes that science has always talked about design, thus his use of the term “evolution” can be ambiguous.  He indeed speaks for liberals and conservatives by granting fictional characters the dialogue that’s likely to exist in imaginary politics; for example, consider whether or not a hater is correct for arguing against soil that’s on sale.  Should we really buy the dirt?  Are we talking about dirt for gardens or grime for houses?  The first poetry book in Frost’s presentation is colorful with tougher words to bite on although my superb enjoyment of it leads me to a pleasurable kind of confusion.  I feel like a guest in the first book.  Vegetables are outside with the animals as I ponder moody cabin dwellers.  I’m honking at the reader in order to forgive.  Romantic poets can use less syllables behind those rhyme words to indicate familiarity with nature.  Please Mr. Frost, don’t rhyme “shut” with “butt”!  Then again a lady poet I know rhymes “romance” with “pants”.  What’s worse, butt or pants?  Associations can involve complexity while revolving around rhyme.  Rhyme itself is repetition.  He uses words distinct from each other for rhyming and many rhyme words only have parallel sounds because of an American dialect.  (I’m a poet myself who rhymes holidays with bacteria.)  Rhymes can be delayed for other rhymes.  A syllable can be like a raindrop, thus text acts like weather.  I know his practical mottoes like the sea of despair while sharing information with dad about dried milk, just to get on the boarder for Frost’s possible communication of agony.  Remember the guy who holds up the hand he loses?  I say Robert Frost is one of my influences, but my passion for messages isn’t crowded.  Lots of his plain choices of vocabulary make those poems the second book after great metaphors of crystal information.  Think of crystal information as shining data.  I think religious poets have lots of data as confirmations change.  By then, we’ve more data.  How many several times do lovers tease near the west-running brook?  Just don’t mention a star’s name three times unless your telescope is activated.  Talk in the first book is deeper than talk in books after it.  Keep in mind that Frost mentions his status “beyond confusion” which has religious merit, not to mention his jokes about God.  You know, the Christian God.  Implications are made in this review earlier about extensions on dialect.  Try not to assume Frost’s behavior on a book with mostly no pictures; studying can simply mean impartiality for the truth when feelings in book are literal.  Foolishness is not game.  Few poems here are totally airy and dull, yet I do like Frost’s idea of a kind of gum a stranger receives over nature’s lands.  Frost mentions doughnuts, but don’t make fun of his name because of that reference.  “Frost” is a metaphoric name for the talked-about snow to me.  What’s a poet’s thinking between his lines?  A fine lady is in her kitchen in one poem when an unknown individual walks right in, so there’s taste for rural houses.  Frost lives by suffering, basically.  Let’s not be coy with our previous knowledge!  Constant reference is made to these past Democrats who live in the U.S.A. in the early 1900’s; in fact, drunkards might rest in nightly hotels when strangers pursue them.  That’s greatly what this book is about: strangers meeting to engage lively chats.  A poem is typically written as less than a thesis because its author is busy witnessing tokens rather than providing obvious evidence.  Have you voted for president?  Now I theorize Frost is a vagabond by image in text who can drive a car.  He actually names a car while going places.  Readers may pick out Frost’s poems and put them in new order by interest rather than history.  “The Road Not Taken” is a classic poem in zombie fashion these days that comes from a decent book with milder tones and it’s implicational with roadside streaks of colors; however, “two roads diverged in a yellow wood” really become hints of Frost’s varied interest in a split adventure I believe even when he’s chosen the exact path to travel above.  Here’s my stranger concept again or else a theory about mysterious persons: if a stranger meets someone eventually, and if a road’s not taken, what then is his philosophy?  Is it thinking or a mixture of emotions?  Clarification on adventure may help romance increase or at least better roads are really open.  Frost’s first book may not be your first, but my ears to it swell with personal romance instead of exact beauty.  Dancing flames from a house’s cooking equipment interest my fancy after my mom explains them, so meanings can be hard to achieve for me.  Of course, reading is forgiving.  An insect who’s near God-talkers is infected by the Devil in Frost’s imagination to provide a quip against Milton.  The plays mostly have no descriptions on character voices and thus heavy interpretation of them is variable.  Yes, that weird seer in the second play has an unknown voice except for his momentary pauses in speech because he’s religious in an odd way when hardly any text describes it.  Boy, mystery appeals!  Discussion of specific states of the U.S. is made by Frost in his poetry stand-up somewhere in the middle of the wide collection book.  Lines that rhyme can act as philosophy twins and possibly collide with each other’s ideas in marvelous sounds, which tend to portray exclusive meanings that are missed when creatures fail to make connected talks.  Overall, Robert Frost is a genius with fresh associations that come from telephones, vegetables, etc.

Restaurant Review, Yogi’s Teriyaki & Sushi 840 The City Dr. #G Orange, CA 92868

Restaurant Review, Yogi’s Teriyaki & Sushi  

840 The City Dr. #G  Orange, CA  92868

This mini restaurant next to colorful Pepito’s is also colorful, even flamboyant with amber hues and menu boards glowing in the dark but in its exclusive ways and serving distinctively yummy food.  Yogi’s teriyaki chicken bowl is hotter than its cousin from “Bamboo Café” as laid out with strawberry tea or fancy colas.  My visit of enchanting delectables from the dining room’s shadowy ambiance is just the beginning.  Even in the hotel outside the restaurant my chicken bowl is yummy hot as a complete dish of temperature.  With my enjoyment for those striking places in both hotel and restaurant I successfully entered between different worlds in which my family has taken over drinks.  Try Fuze, imagine Lipton.  I’m munching chicken pieces to the puzzle- these thoughts- in order to cheer my parents up; Yogi’s keeps one atmosphere with specific lighting so restaurant buyers can dine with more self-help.  They’re not buying the restaurant of course; however, ordering food for a certain kind of public demand is curious in itself like a habit.  “Have a nice day,” says the cashier lady who shows a closed mouth grin later on, assorting my hot food packages into a thin white bag.  My review for Yogi’s isn’t a picture when its reader remembers my quick emotions, mom’s taste of white chicken, hotel’s short proximity to chicken bowl house, not to mention fun sharing over strawberry tea I go through in the name of California identity and fast strength.  Think of Yogi’s cooked chicken as a short tender above Carl’s Jr.’s with crispier protein and accommodating tablespoons of hot red sauce.  Surprise in the restaurant’s darkness on Best Western’s territory where my family is staying improves on large situations, panning out in my mind’s excitement before turning out to be fairly soft if quite mute.  Up to Yogi’s time my social powers with that wonderful cashier are uplifted by these few more words between us.  Customer service is more personal here than Pepito’s next door.  It’s not only a shaded place with temperature chicken; ambiance expands with shadows at Yogi’s’s by August season in Orange City with less sunshine than around Laughlin right inside Nevada, clean tables near mysterious walls which reflect high red flashes where my family copes with Asian-style chicken.  Names for styles can be so figurative!  Obviously this chicken bowl house gives an American presentation of chicken hot rice with outside influences, thus my surprise is colorful after everything my vacation comes with it turning into mystery by surprise with hot chicken bites.  Yogi’s is a tiny haven with a cubed ambiance in glory red yet space gets so faint because my hot mouth reels in while surprise finds me with hotel coffee.

Restaurant Review, Wendy’s Store 3705 Plaza Dr. Oceanside, CA 92056

Restaurant Review, Wendy’s Store  

3705 Plaza Dr.  Oceanside, CA  92056

So what do I think about restaurants above par?  Eat food from a chef who uses good words!  When hints from spicy chicken sandwiches show on more times, stopping myself to their delicious sauces and hot surfaces to nibble against, my crazy passion begins to settle over my wits with Wendy’s ideas as emotions for cooking on the rapid kitchen, a small crew of workers in dark clothes from a squeaky clean environment always tagged with appropriate names, all bacon monster burgers, me on quick fever for comfort food while living on geographical ocean lands, sharing fries dipped in treats, excusing my delightful pardon to raise my mom’s awareness and make dad pay attention to Wendy’s spicy tastes.  Generally soft fries that thicker ketchup is covering become hot carbohydrates throughout my desired lunch after my strange walk from a bargain market nearby consumes my final mind.  Wendy’s really takes the cake for simmering bacon, in addition to my appetite for Arby’s brown sugar bacon; to believe in my love for spicy chicken, Wendy’s pulls the magic curtain for icy frosties in fun sizes so hungry eyes are following Oceanside in liberty when the Baconator is sourced from square cheese and meat.  Affordable combos and decades of restaurant commotions between Wendy’s and other restaurants have intrigued my Californian hunger for Wendy’s spicy nuggets with a little bit of dipping dressing and happiness which beckons me under stars as one glad customer for shredded salads, even a taster of speeding rations.  At this Wendy’s in Oceanside my attention for savory bacon is conceptual instead of being very obvious; I’m looking at a restaurant that graduates with flying colors.  A few extra cheeseburgers with freshing veggies as I should wildly explain of are terrific specialties for unknown Americans to whom customers themselves rejoice.  Wendy’s variety of soft serve treats which make this plaza restaurant a burger house with portionable desserts and quite dramatically reliable for new situations is a grouping of sweet products above the helpful kitchen of these laidback employees through traditional tastes such as ice cream passion and lemonade flavors.  A frosty is like ice cream, so imagine melting.  The crew’s practical emotions, like their excitement or boredom as either one do, reveal their easy-does-it care due to lobby improvements.  While this Wendy’s is concentrative, their gentle authority in the appealing restaurant is likely assumed by their success of motions to show their computing talents on this Oceanside region.  Wendy’s in Oceanside does not serve fruitcake, but another ice cream: frosties for baked potatoes, sliced cheese, sandwiches with candy-like mustard, plus more fill.