All Quiet on the Western Front Test
Finish Research on Animal Farm
Period 2:
Review vocabulary
Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard Test
Finish Persepolis Presentation work
Period 3:
Viewing Rear Window
Period 5:
Post/Respond to Ballads
Thought for the day...
Confucius says..."I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand."
44 comments:
Yeah, Yeah I know it's early but I got my ballad done now and it's at home so I might as well post it now.
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Moon and Sun
Dance in a daze
Alas the dance has yet to begun
The Sun rises, the Moon sets
Thus begins the days duet
People get up moving to the light
With no sense of regret
Sun and Moon
Moon and Sun
Dance in a daze
Alas the dance has yet to begun
The moon rises, the sun sets
Thus begins an evenings duet
People go and rest
No silhouette to make the fret
Sun and Moon
Moon and Sun
Dance in a daze
Alas the dance has yet to begun
Now these two lovers lost
Will never see the ones they love
Time will pass for these two
For they will never meet as fated above
Night...
Night time for me
And Night time for you
Maybe two different things you see
To me and you
To you night time is a scary time
To me night time is my time
To relax and thing about the day
Where you just lay there afraid
It doesn't have to be scary to you
Not knowing what will happen
What it will do
Keep in mind that night time is when all the mischevious children do what they do!
Don't give in to the cold night
Just be mellow and read a book
Or just lay in bed afraid if you like
Or just stand outside and take a look
~Sarah
MY BOY
You are cute and silly,
You have a favorite toy.
No matter what you do,
You are my boy.
You make me smile and cry,
You are a true, true Troy.
Even at age one you have a sense of humor.
You are my boy.
You cause so much trouble,
But you are very coy.
No matter what you do,
You are my boy.
When I cry you make me happy,
You're my real source of joy.
I love you Caleb,
You are my boy.
Good job Sarah, I liked the poem about the night. It reminds me about my like of the night
My Dear Sue Ellen
Oh my dear
My dear Sue Ellen
You have great big teeth
And a head like a melon
Oh my dear
My dear Sue Ellen
You have great big ears
And moles that are dwellin'
Oh my dear
My dear Sue Ellen
You have great big feet
And bug bites that are swellin'
Oh my dear
My dear Sue Ellen
Just be thankful
That I am not tellin'
Sara Lee:
I love your ballad. Your writing is very descriptive. I can see what your writing about.
Justin, I really like your word choice such as "duet" and "alas." I think that those words make it more interesting to me.
Kudos
Jacob: I like your poem. It makes me smile and laugh and I can picture Sue Ellen's big teeth and ears.
i like the feeling in your poem and i really like the third stanza
----Sarah
I can't believe that you actually wrote yours about Obama Philip. I like it however, since that it gives people who don't really know the full story behind him a bit of insight on his past.
Dylan, I liked yours but you stopped rhyming after the fist stanza.
Philip, I like how you put information in there that most people wouldn't know, like the drugs part.
Kim,
I love your poem, it makes me think of family, and how no matter what happens, they will always be there through your ups and downs.
Jake,
Your poem made me smile, it's hilarious! Keep writin' about moles that are dwellin', and heads like melons!
Where's my Love
Wandering through the woods,
looking for my long lost love
Crying, Where is he?
Where is my love?
Running through the woods,
looking for the tree to meet my love,
Where is that tree,
Where are you, my love?
Waiting for him in the woods,
Why aren't you here, my love?
I'm waiting at our tree.
Why aren't you here, love?
Again, running through the woods.
I see him, I see my love
Why weren't you at our tree?
Oh he's dead. Dead is my love!
Oh no my homework is lost!
Mrs. Tyler I did it but it’s gone,
Can I get an extra day?
I’ll make sure it’s extra long.
No Katie this is the second time,
But I did it I did,
I had it this morning and put it in my bag,
Well this morning I put it in my bag and in the driveway I slid.
Mrs. Tyler this isn't fair,
Mrs. Tyler you know I did it,
I wouldn't just not do my homework,
Katie no you can not make up this skit.
I told you Katie the last time,
If you do it again I will give you a detention.
You did it again so,
If you run your mouth it will be an in-school suspension.
Jacob, yours is really funny and your rhymes are great. Good job.
Justin, your poem is descriptive. I could see the moon and the sun, and how they could never be.
Jacob,
I love your poem it is hilarious. It makes me laugh a lot and I like how you kept your words with the in' at the end.
Cut
I see you covering your arms as you hide it from me.
I know what you do, I know what you do, don't think I don't.
I want to set you free.
Will you stop if I ask you, I know you probably won't.
The blade sinks into your pale, smooth skin. The blade in your hand.
The red liquid falls from your open wounds and your eternal wounds. Broken. Broken.
It tastes strange to you, like sand.
Your silent pain isn't spoken.
Blood pours out of you, like my broken heart pours out of my soul.
Why do you do it?Why? I don't understand. Why don't you tell me anything?
My chest feels strange like something is missing, like a hole.
I will take your hurting and I will be your life ring.
The blade sinks into your pale, smooth skin. The blade in your hand.
The red liquid falls from your open wounds and your eternal wounds. Broken. Broken.
It tastes strange to you, like sand.
Your silent pain isn't spoken.
Ok. I think that blogspot might have messed up the lines of my poem. But when I was typing on Word, the lines were in the right place and I had 4 lines in each stanza......
Giant, Round Frog
by Lauren Simano
You were the first one to proclaim
The hardest words of three.
I thought them true, and said to you
That yes, I did love thee.
As time went by, I noticed that
To me, you had grown cold.
The time we spent together died,
Nothing left for me to hold.
At the fair, you shot the hoops
And won a large prize round.
I see it now and wish that I
Left it on the muddy ground.
That is how you left my heart,
After all I gave to you.
You stomped on it and left it crushed;
I doubted I’d find love true.
For you, my heart did ache and beat,
With each pulse your name resounded.
And though I thought that it would stop,
You left, but it still pounded.
To you, I gave my heart, my dear,
I thought you gave yours too.
But mercy me, I was dead wrong;
You left me sad and blue.
The only thing that I have left
Is sitting by my bed.
And if I could, I’d take that frog
And hit you in the head.
The words you never spoke to me,
Parting words I’ll never fear,
For it is I who have left you
Abandoned, standing here.
President Barrack Obama
In Hawaii is where he was born
To Barrack Obama, Sr. and his wife.
Innocent to the world is what he was.
This is when he was brought into life.
Who he was is what he wanted to know
In his teen years. His answer hurt like a knife.
His answer was in the form of drugs.
This is when he was lowest in his life.
His life improved while being director of DCP.
Slowly he was losing all of his strife.
Helping people made his heart feel good.
This is when he was getting better in life.
2008 brought great achievement.
He moved into the White House with kids and wife.
We put our trust into his and Joe's hands.
this is when he's at his greatest in life.
i like the humor in your poem and it is something that is unique to talk about and it was different
---Katie Boutin
Rachel B,
I love your poem because, like the person in your ballad, some people are looking for their true love. And I love how when I read it, it's so life like.
Great Job!
~Sarah
Sweet bird, blue bird
Sweet bird, blue bird fly away
He hurt you like no other
Please don't stay
He is not your friend or brother
Don't stop, fly fast
Your story, don't let it end
He will always be your past
He will never be your friend
Don't ever regret
Try not to cry
You should forget
Just take off and fly
Sweet bird, blue bird please go away
You will not make it if you sit here
That will end this play
Sweet bird, blue bird make your future clear
Aww Kim I really like your poem because it reminds me of one of my boys, not actually my boy but ya know.
Katie B, your ballad was interesting. It kind of made me scared of Mrs. Tyler.
Philip's ballad is really informative, I actually didn't know basically any of that. That was a really cool way to get information across.
A place so unfamiliar
(sad poem)
The earth is a self absorbed place
Living in a state of mind many of us know
Will it ever change?
The cruel people revolving in it
The bitterness inside every one of us
Will it ever change?
I see the world as it is today
A cold and sunless place; so desolate
Will it ever change?
A lingering of death upon every corner
Where none of us are safe
Will it ever change?
When we can not act as out true colors provide
An unknown lurking with in us; so sad
Will it ever change?
I can only hope
I can only dream
Will ever change?
Alicia,
Your poem is so heartbreaking. It must take a lot of pain over the years to self -destruct like that. If one of my friends was the sad, I would totally want them to come to me and talk to me, I hope they know I am always here for them.
Great Job!
~Sarah
Jesus Christ "GG" Allin
Eighteen days after I was born
you died in New York
and some people will mourn
but most will choose to not.
Even though you've been arrested 52 times
on stage and off,
but that is expected with your crimes.
But you were the "Rock and Roll messiah."
Your birth name was Jesus Christ
But your mom changed that.
On stage with your body sliced
some people were scared.
You will go down in history
as a very crazy guy.
Why you did what you did is a mystery
but not to me.
Jacob's ballad is wicked funny, it makes me think of something Shakespeare wrote about how a woman was basically ogre looking, but he still loved her.
Sarah, your poem about the night is very good. I can picture the night and how different people think about the night in different ways.
Rachel, your poem is very good. I can see this girl in the woods, searching for her lover and then the shock of him being dead.
Kim, your poem is very touching. It is about your nephew, isn’t it? I like how you talk about how silly and mischievous he is, and how you love him no matter what.
Jacob, yours is funny! It is mean, but in a funny way. It kind of reminds me of one of Shakespeare’s sonnets where he’s saying that the woman he loves isn’t beautiful, but he loves her anyway. You are talking about all of the horrible things about a woman that you don’t seem to mind.
Rachel, yours is so sad! It’s like a tragic Romeo and Juliet story, but in a modern way.
Katie, yours is funny, and students can relate to it because it is tragic getting a detention or in-school suspension for not having your homework, even if it is done.
Lauren, I loved your poem, it has good imagery and i could feel the emotions in the words.
Lauren,
Your poem is so realistic. I can totally relate when someone just takes you for granted like that and only thinks about themselves and doesn't care about your feelings. I would probably hit him in the head with the frog too! lol!
Great Job!
~Sarah
Alicia, yours is heartbreaking, I can feel the emotions, and i can picture the character crying over the fact that their friend is cutting.
These Tears
These tears that I cry,
race down my cheeks like a rushing river
I just sit here wondering if he'll ever call.
I'm sitting here on my bed, feeling a constant shiver
Will I ever talk to him again?
Hundreds of thoughts ponder through my head.
I hope he's alright.
I remember the last thing he said.
These tears that I cry,
race down my cheeks like a rushing river.
I just sit here wondering if he'll ever come visit.
I'm sitting here on my bed, feeling a constant shiver.
Will I ever see him again?
Maybe one day I can again feel what forever is like.
Maybe I'll be able to curl up in his arms one day.
My heart just shattered, so fast like a lighting strike.
These tears that I cry,
race down my cheeks like a rushing river.
I just sit here wishing that he never died.
This feeling won't go away, this constant shiver.
Ribbet
Katie Boutin
Green is your rough skin,
Bumps cover your green body,
Jump little frog jump
Jacob, You're right. It gave me quite a chuckle.
Lauren, Fantastic job establishing a clear rhythm.
Katie, I think I need to do a Ballad in response to yours... :) I think I'll name it Oh, Wayward Student. I'll try and get it done tonight.
title is really lame, but whatever....
Rain on the Highway
Raindrops hit the windshield
As she drives down the highway
Watching happiness disappear in the rearview mirror
And trying to forget about that day...
It had been a sunny day just the week before,
A typical summer's day at the local fair
They had laughed, he had won a stuffed frog
And given it to her, on the ferris wheel he kissed he hair
"I love you" was all she said
They had stopped at the top of the wheel
"Not nearly as much as i love you"
She felt so warm, despite the cold steel
The news hit her next week
On a cold, rainy night
Her beloved was dead, his fate
Came with the last of the light
Raindrops hit the windshield
As she drives down the highway
Leaving her sanity behind
Not sure where she's going, so long as it's away...
Nicole your poem is so cute.
I like how it gives good advice
to the bird, and how it says that
just because he/she lost a friend that it should just move on, and try
to forget about it.. because it probably wasn't a true friend anyway.
Nice job! :D
Sarah I like your poem because
I am scared of the dark(lol), and its basically saying that you shouldn't
be scared, and nighttime is a time
to relax.
Great job!
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