POETRY/WRITING STYLES OF SWANCY
Poem written by Andre' Dumont Swancy
As it come nowhere else
Strains of Bird
Mixed with Big Mama May belle
Drift on the heavy air...
Gray mist overhead
Beads of condensed filth
Moisture on shabby
I MOVE ON...
Copyright @ 2000
In 1979, Swancy participated in Valle del Sol's
"Thoughts Make No Noise"Poets in residency Project, it was in seven District schools in twenty-three classrooms. Swancy spoke and understood Spanish at the time. This creative program started by Valle del Sol in 1974, to brings four Poets, each of a different ethnic background into various fourth, and sixth classrooms throughout the District for a one week residency each project. (Phoenix, Arizona)
Andre Swancy the second "Poet in Residency" as an Art Therapist, Art Instructor, Technical Director for the Black Theatre Troupe and a Puppeteer/Designer. Mr Swancy visits to the classrooms included discussions of his Haitian ancestry and the reading of his poems entitled, "I Remember My Grandma, " " No Place Like Home," "A Child's Cry," Afro Dream," "Four," "Two Letters From Home."
Some of the children in Mr.Guerrero's and Mr. Swancy's residency students poems were published and edited by the ESAA Component of Valle del Sol, Inc. for publication in REVISTA.
Roses are red, Violets are blue.
Cesar if you like Annette
I'll kill you.
Rio Vista School
Everything is sprouting
Springs are flowing
Baby animals growing flowers are blooming
Spring is a time for growing.
Sierra Vista School
If I could play music as soft as
I would sing, dance and shout
it out loud, I would let the whole world know about it, Just because I know how to play music,
At first I kept it inside me all to myself then I let it out and played it, with out any help.
La Kena es de madera
Que juego vien buenito
y le tocas con loe dedos
y avala como los Indios
The Sun .
The sun is wide .
and free ...
I am the sea and the sun is me
The sea powerful
and can be rough
Mostly it is tough. Hernandez
Rio Vista School
What is Fire
Fire is dangerous to people
to trees, birds,
What is fire,
fire is a danger to all.
A memory sits I don't know why, it is not needed anymore. It is alone its friends gone. Its just a memory just sitting there on the shelf waiting until it fades away.
Karna Ferrin, Roosevelt School.
Music is like a soft breeze blowing by. Music is like the clear blue sky. Music is a beautiful sound made by people. It is the sound when spring comes and goes. Music is the night when it's bright. It's the sun when it shines. Music is my light.
Patsy Diaz, Roosevelt School
Spiders are ugly. Spiders are gross. Spiders have long legs that walk walk walk all day long.
Yvonne Sevilla, Sierra Vista School
Look at the sun
While I was king at the sun, I thought what fun! If I were a sun How could i run and have fun? What if the sun were green and I was yellow. Boy would I be a good fellow. What if the sun was me and I was the sun could I cry and run?
Rae Ann Mendoza, C.J. Jorgensen School
The happy Armadillo spirit makes music in its shell. Loudly, softly, making a happy sound. As strings quickly vibrate the armadillo sings a merry tune.
Michael Novack, Sunland School
Oh how I like spring. How I like birds to sing when I am on my swing.
Angela Mendoza, Jorgensen School
If I were a musical player I'd practice everyday and sing every song that would come my way. I'd sing Jazz the blues and folk songs too. I'll never give up till my dream comes true. I'll get the biggest piano ever and play at theaters and movies too so I'll never give up till my dream comes true.
Symone Bowman, M.L.King Jr. School
Thanks were given to the children, teachers, principals, and poets who made the creative writing experience possible and the Roosevelt School District Administration and the Arizona Arts Commission on the Arts and Humanities for their support and cooperation.
Read the poems of Swancy in his Publication: "Reflections" Book of Poems.
Swancy would recite famous poems he liked. He knew lots of them but he would quote to his wife one of his favorite:
(Swancy recited love poem!)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806 - 1861
from sonnets from the Portuguese.
POEM DEDICATED TO ANDRE SWANCY WRITTEN BY HIS WIFE, Evelyn. (October 2012)
International Who's Who in Poetry wrote; Mrs. Swancy is one ot the moat interesting poets they have ever encountered. She has had many poems published over the years.
This one regarding the grief she felt during the spring of 2012. Poem Titled:
I REALLY LOVED HIM
I've lost the only man I ever loved.
Not to another woman,
But to the man above.
I really loved him. It is very painful.
I am selfish, but not knowing what
to do is naturally taking a toll.
My love, with all my being
I pray for your soul.
I want him back and that is not possible.
Tears keep flowing, it does not matter
Keeps getting sadder.
I really loved him, he was the best thing
that ever happened to me.
He had a computer brain and a wonderful man.
He was artistic and created beautiful art
works with his hand.
I really loved him he was a special gift,
A match in heaven. Our souls connected
and that was the facts.
What is comforting is he loved me back.
Tribute to Andre' Swancy from his wife.
Swanee: (Goya) you were my strength, my inspiration, my world is lessor without you. You were my everything and I owe that all to you. I love you this = much. Joesane! 2013