Period 1:
Review All Quiet Review
Work on Animal Farm Research
Period 2:
Review Hullabaloo
How to read graphic novels
Work on Persepolis Presentations
Period 3:
Viewing Rear Window
Period 5:
Introduce Ballads
Post Free Verses
Thought for the day...
Once you learn to read, you will be forever free.
- Frederick Douglass
33 comments:
Your Eyes
Your eyes are oh so blue,
Bright like the clear blue sky.
When you smile your eyes,
Light up like the stars.
When you're angry they become,
A dark blue ball of fire.
I love your eyes,
No matter what mood your in.
Memory (Disclaimer: It's the only thing I could think of)
Oh Memory, Oh Memory
May thy shine your light
Oh Memory, Oh Memory
May you be forever bright
Oh Memory, Oh Memory
The war has come, again and reborn
Oh Memory, Oh Memory
For thy maiden has reached the shore
Oh Memory, Oh Memory
Of which is from unearthen lore
Oh Memory, Oh Memory
Though she will be alive once more
Oh Memory, Oh Memory
Who Am I?
One piece is all I need.
I hate all that have two.
With one, it is easier to slide along metal
But slower moving to the chair.
Water and grass are my enemies
But white, cold stuff is my friend.
Who am I?
MyPod
Your many melodies
make my day.
I like what you do
what can I say.
I love the music on you
and thats a fact.
When people have tried to take you,
their forehead I have whacked.
So if you want to know
whats in my pocket all day long
it's what leads to my ear
playing an amazing song
The sky so blue
The sun so bright
If only she knew
Her friends say forget him
You can do better
She feels as if she's handing on a limb
She gets a pen and writes a letter
Wish You Were Here
The day passes slowly,
I feel so empty;
I wish you were here.
I miss seeing your face,
This digital copy isn't the same.
It isn't enough.
I wish you were here.
I lay awake in bed,
I stare at the ceiling,
The darkness feels lonely;
I wish you were here.
Sadness,
Breaks the heart and weakens the soul
You may feel like losing control
But please believe me when I tell you
Everything gets better with time,
And your heartache and tears are only
for the moment
~Sarah
A Tree of Life
A tree grows on a new day
We branch out and experience
and learn from our mistakes
We grow new leaves
as others shed
We get bigger and taller
even though we may fall down
But thats okay,
we get up,
and start anew
Justin, I like your rhyming.
Philip, what are you???
Lauren,
your poem was so touching,
I can totally relate when I miss
"my special person" too! Awesome job!
~Sarah
Dylan,
I love your poem it made me laugh out loud.
Nice on Philip, (Not sure about you're name)
yeah, it was hard deciding which one to post....
Cicadas
The cicadas cry,
"It's summertime,"
I'll go out and spread my wings
The cicadas cry
"The sun will shine"
I'll go out and sing
But Old Lady Winter
puffed up her cheeks
and chased to cicadas away
Old Lady Winter
blew a frost wind
and the cicadas could not stay
So until the frozen winter's past,
I'll stay hidden away inside-
I'll wait for the cicadas cry
Good job everyone great stuff
i like how you talk about the eyes changing as her mood changes
---Kim
Lauren,
awww so sad i love it though it's so cute
Philip,
what are you?
Kim,
your poem is amazing and I love
that I can see every set of eyes you
describe!
~Sarah
Well, I enjoyed reading Lauren's poem because it is a feeling we all can relate to. Wonderful!
Dylan: I like your poem. It makes me laugh and smile.
Katie: I love you poem. It so sad, but it makes me think about things.
Worst Nightmare
Slowly creeping,
like a ghost in the night.
Covering the world
with a vast sheet of white.
Staying for days.
Days which slowly turn to weeks
Weeks which turn to months.
Your bring depression
and sleepless nights.
Some say you cause death
Others say you cause life.
Yet somehow you are still evil.
Winter you are,
The worst nightmare.
i like your poem and the way it makes me feel
---Sarah
Liquid Fire
Roaring...liquid fire flows
Between my fingers
Heating my eternal soul
Humming…liquid fire slows
Life leaving its flames
One last time the fire stays
Fading…light leaves
Leaving everything in darkness
Fading like my breath
Cold…
Death is approaching with welcome arms
The light is gone...never to return
Darkness forever near
Liquid Fire
Kim, your poem is very sweet and personal. I love how you accept the person no matter what.
Sarah, yours is very comforting. It feels like you’re talking to someone who has gone through heartbreak, and it’s like you’re telling them from experience that eventually the pain dulls.
Jacob, yours combines human experience to nature. I can’t really put it in words, but I love it.
here it is..
When I'm in your arms, nothing is pulling me away from you.
When I'm in your arms, nothing can break me.
When I'm in your arms, nothing is taking this smile off my face.
When I'm in your arms, I feel right where I belong.
When I'm in your arms, I feel like I'm falling in love.
When I'm in your arms, I feel safe.
When I'm in your arms, I know we belong together.
When I'm in your arms, I know no one is going to tear us apart.
When I'm in your arms, I know that I'm in love.
Justin, your poem is good. The lines repeating is nice.
Kim, I can picture the eye in your poem :)
Alicia i loved your poem, it's soo discriptive.
Brenna, yours was awesome. I loved the pictures in my head
Kim, Your final lines provide a powerful statement. Nice job pulling the reader through the variations and still being clear in your acceptance.
Justin, You've mixed a lot of images which provides some ambiguity. What was your inspiration?
Philip - You're a snowboard! (well, not really, you are a boy, but your poem's subject is a snowboard.) Nice job bringing to life that description. Why did you select a riddle? What other descriptors could you add?
Dylan, Nice use of humor and I think, truth. You seem to have a real passion for writing about music.
Katie B., I think you've captured some excellent teen angst and teen pressure in your poem. Nicely done.
Lauren - Nice use of repetition to help convey the emotions. What else could you include to help strengthen this feeling?
Sarah - interesting phrasing. How could you revise this poem to use less cliches and still maintain its meaning?
Jacob - I like the initial imagery of the leaves falling off the tree. How could you sustain this metaphor in the second stanza? What is the impact of mixing your metaphors?
Brenna - Great use of rhythm. How does the change in perspective at the end of your poem impact the reader?
Rachel - You really bring the "nightmare" to life... I'm a bit perplexed about the life and death part. What do you mean by this?
Alicia, you have created some interesting images, but I am not sure how to tie them together. Perhaps someone can help me?
Katie - interesting use of repetition... Is the speaker trying to convince the reader or him/herself?
GRADING REMINDER:
Remember you are supposed to be leaving specific comments for TWO people. It is not enough to say that you liked it, but WHAT you liked about it, or what confused you, or some other SPECIFIC comment.
I will only be giving credit for specific comments.
Additionally, I am an English teacher. This means spelling and grammar (unless it is for artistic purposes) counts! I will deduct points for these types of errors. Make sure you proofread your work. It is your art & you should take pride in it.
Justin, You've mixed a lot of images which provides some ambiguity. What was your inspiration?
My Inspiration was ironically a video game. It's ironic because most of my work for poems doesn't come from video games
Per your request, here is my free verse poem. (I did warn you it was a "mommy" poem.)
She is her own
Her eyes are blue
Not like the sky, his, or mine,
More the color of just ripened blueberries.
Her soft, short, curly hair gleams like satin.
The color of the hazy sunlight filtering into the darkened room
On the lazy mid-September afternoon of her beginning
And then,
She came as the sun touched down in early June.
“The wrinkled, crushed eggplant,” he described her. His princess.
And yet, already,
She was her own.
Given this chance
For a short time, to call her ours.
We can cheer her accomplishments:
First smile, first roll,
Her determination to sit up straight.
We make her smile her big gummy grin,
We soothe her when her piecing cry erupts.
We can pretend we did these things,
But we still know,
She is not ours.
She tells us
In little ways. Simply.
She chooses when to share –
Her smile
Showcased in chubby, blushing, dimpled cheeks.
Her tiny fists will grab hold
Of breast, of hair, of hand, of cheek
And then release.
She will share herself with us
For now.
But she already knows. Perhaps that
Is the hardest part.
Her will
At two is unyielding:
The knowledge that she is in charge
And has the final say,
Despite our best efforts to convince her otherwise.
Tantrums leading to five counts and timeout.
She is resolute
Our princess
And yet not.
Cherishing those moments
When she reaches out
Reveling in the request to read
Given her firm directive: “Say it Momma”
And her soft backwards entreaty:
“Can I hold you?”
Always our silent answer.
We try to hold her close
To pretend a little longer
But she knows.
She is not ours:
She is her own.
I have loved you for one hundred years,
and I do still.
I have loved you my whole life,
and I always will.
I think Dylan's free verse titled mypod is funny. I like the line where it says, their forehead I have whacked.
I like Brenna's free verse and I don't really like bugs, but the description she gave about the cicadas made me think of summer time and I liked it.
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