POTENTIAL POEM TOPICS:
- My first day of high school
- My first day of middle school
- When i got my puppy
- Love
- People i have lost
- People i have met
- Suburbia
- tests and projects
BELOW: (interesting AND difficult topics)
- SAVE ME from suburbia
- My future; Is it hopeful and what i wish it to be?
- What is in my hands now and who i want to be
- How can i handle the rest of high school? How can i enjoy it?
- Students AND teachers...teachers AND students
- My life, My love, my family, my friends.
- All of the above. and what that really means
- things that are difficult in my life now
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Poetry: Maya Angelou
POEM: "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings" - By Maya Angelou
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trillof the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
A.) I believe this poem is good for many reasons. First of all, it has great flow and a different way of rhyming. It used rhyming in a more high sense, and not like mother-goose type of rhyming. Maya Angelou also makes her poetry more deep - and hides a deeper meaning within her poems that makes you want to read over it again and again to get a more clearer though of what you think of it.
B) My favorite line would have to be "The caged bird sings,with fearful trill,of the things unknown,but longed for still" It is because of her wording and her meaning behind these few words. The way she words these poetry not only lets the poem flow, but it gives the poem an eery feel of the unknown. These lines, to me, mean that the unknown to all is scary, though we still fish around and want to know more about it - even if it seems intimidating. The meaning of these lines can apply to anyone's life in a way because we all want to know more about what we don't know - and though it will be hard to do, you have to to get over the fears of what you have never found.
C.) This poem makes me think about those who are watched and guarded heavily by their parents, or by someone else in their life, who is preventing them from the "Dangers" of the outer world. This poetry reflects this well because as the caged bird sings, it is tied down and looking to get out. It's like the child, not literally caged and barred down by their parents, but metaphorically because the only things they can do is what their parents tell them, and they are looking to break through those barrier walls and defeat the strength of parent over-rule. All they can do now is sit, and look out to the world behind their walls and hope for the day they can escape.
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trillof the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
A.) I believe this poem is good for many reasons. First of all, it has great flow and a different way of rhyming. It used rhyming in a more high sense, and not like mother-goose type of rhyming. Maya Angelou also makes her poetry more deep - and hides a deeper meaning within her poems that makes you want to read over it again and again to get a more clearer though of what you think of it.
B) My favorite line would have to be "The caged bird sings,with fearful trill,of the things unknown,but longed for still" It is because of her wording and her meaning behind these few words. The way she words these poetry not only lets the poem flow, but it gives the poem an eery feel of the unknown. These lines, to me, mean that the unknown to all is scary, though we still fish around and want to know more about it - even if it seems intimidating. The meaning of these lines can apply to anyone's life in a way because we all want to know more about what we don't know - and though it will be hard to do, you have to to get over the fears of what you have never found.
C.) This poem makes me think about those who are watched and guarded heavily by their parents, or by someone else in their life, who is preventing them from the "Dangers" of the outer world. This poetry reflects this well because as the caged bird sings, it is tied down and looking to get out. It's like the child, not literally caged and barred down by their parents, but metaphorically because the only things they can do is what their parents tell them, and they are looking to break through those barrier walls and defeat the strength of parent over-rule. All they can do now is sit, and look out to the world behind their walls and hope for the day they can escape.
Potry: My Thoughts
Poetry is one of my passions and i love every thing about it. I love the way we write poetry, and how everyones form and style is different. The way poetry can rhyme or can be free verse lets the mind explore so many different places when thinking about writing poetry - and doesn't just confined you to one type of it. The other think I love about poetry is that it is my favorite way to express myself from the inside out and how i really feel. You don't have to hold back with poetry and mask what you truly mean inside with fancy words and structured sentences. This is why i don't dislike anything about poetry - because with it's immense amount of ways to write it, and it's large range of creativity, you can never go wrong with any of it.
I have a lot of experience with poetry all throughout my life. I started to really get into poetry when i was about in 4th or 5th grade. I saved all of my poems from elementary school and all throughout middle school to see my progression in what i loved. I realized i write my best poetry when i write about the feelings i have in the moment about MY life- rather than writing it about a subject they gave me to write about in school. When i open my mind to poetry and it's forms - my mind goes wild with every poem i write - making them all different in their own ways.
Some of my favorite poets are: Robert frost, Maya Angelou, Shel Silverstein and Michelangelo (when he wrote as a poet). I love these poets for their diverse styles of writing poetry and the way they express and take on life in creativity.
I have a lot of experience with poetry all throughout my life. I started to really get into poetry when i was about in 4th or 5th grade. I saved all of my poems from elementary school and all throughout middle school to see my progression in what i loved. I realized i write my best poetry when i write about the feelings i have in the moment about MY life- rather than writing it about a subject they gave me to write about in school. When i open my mind to poetry and it's forms - my mind goes wild with every poem i write - making them all different in their own ways.
Some of my favorite poets are: Robert frost, Maya Angelou, Shel Silverstein and Michelangelo (when he wrote as a poet). I love these poets for their diverse styles of writing poetry and the way they express and take on life in creativity.
Monday, October 12, 2009
My Memory: My First Concert
Memory: My first concert; Foo Fighters w/ Weezer
One day, the phone rang with it's screeching noise, letting us know quite well that we had a caller on the line. When my mom answered the phone, I realized it was a close relative by the casually of my mother's tone so I poked at my mom asking her impatiently who it was. As my mother sliced her finger back and forth in front of my nose, warning me to be quiet while she talks. So, with that, I politely listened to the rest of the conversation with my ear to the other side of the phone. I heard a familiar voice, I listened in close and realized clearly that it was my cousin Colleen. I knew that my parents were heading off to California for the weekend, but I didn't know who was watching my and my sister. By my mother's side, I sat on the chair next to her and listened to her closely after the phone conversation ended.
"Colleen and her boyfriend Brian are coming over to watch you and your sister for the weekend...And they have a surprise for you..." She saw the ending patients in my eyes and she said,
"They are taking you to a Foo Fighters concert!"
With the most ecstatic look on her face, she waited for my reply to be just the same and she saw my confused look. Still trying to grope the situation, I look at her with surprise and awe, excited for something new but still utterly confused.
Colleen and Brian were already here on Friday when my parents left, and now it was Saturday, the day of the concert! After the long, treacherous ride there, we walked in the booming room filled with chattering people and muffled, screeching music. We walked down the hallway to our seats, me covering my ears of course to muffle the sound as it got louder. We opened the double doors and waltzed in to our close up box seats. The music started playing, and after I could recognize the words and tunes of the music that played, I felt much better.
This was a great experience, and one I will never forget, and I'm glad I had it with them!.
One day, the phone rang with it's screeching noise, letting us know quite well that we had a caller on the line. When my mom answered the phone, I realized it was a close relative by the casually of my mother's tone so I poked at my mom asking her impatiently who it was. As my mother sliced her finger back and forth in front of my nose, warning me to be quiet while she talks. So, with that, I politely listened to the rest of the conversation with my ear to the other side of the phone. I heard a familiar voice, I listened in close and realized clearly that it was my cousin Colleen. I knew that my parents were heading off to California for the weekend, but I didn't know who was watching my and my sister. By my mother's side, I sat on the chair next to her and listened to her closely after the phone conversation ended.
"Colleen and her boyfriend Brian are coming over to watch you and your sister for the weekend...And they have a surprise for you..." She saw the ending patients in my eyes and she said,
"They are taking you to a Foo Fighters concert!"
With the most ecstatic look on her face, she waited for my reply to be just the same and she saw my confused look. Still trying to grope the situation, I look at her with surprise and awe, excited for something new but still utterly confused.
Colleen and Brian were already here on Friday when my parents left, and now it was Saturday, the day of the concert! After the long, treacherous ride there, we walked in the booming room filled with chattering people and muffled, screeching music. We walked down the hallway to our seats, me covering my ears of course to muffle the sound as it got louder. We opened the double doors and waltzed in to our close up box seats. The music started playing, and after I could recognize the words and tunes of the music that played, I felt much better.
This was a great experience, and one I will never forget, and I'm glad I had it with them!.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Blog Post #3: Annoyance Rant
Annoyance Rant: When You're Talking to Someone and they Walk Away
Usually i am a patient, calm and accepting person. BUT, When it gets down to someone RUDELY walking away as your talking, I immidiately fly off the handle.
No matter who, no matter when, and no matter why, IT'S RUDE. I just can't handle when someone intrudes or exits the conversation in the middle of your talking. To me, it's the rudest thing you could do to someone, especially when I am talking directly to them. Whenever someone does this to me, I wish I could just storm up from behind them and say "What is your issue?" in the loudest tone possible. Since I am...usually...even tempered, I wouldn't need to do that, but of course I would want to. Even if people don't have the intention of being rude, they did it any way, so why not come up and confront them about it? Though my motto for everything is to just "ignore it" and not waist any time or effort on it, I believe that for this situation, I would pay to use up the time to come face to face and tell them how I really feel.
I just wish that people weren't so rude all of the time! If they all just considered that there is other people in the world, other than just themselves, they might actually realize this! As I said before, I am not usually an angry person but I cannot accept that behavior when I am speaking (though I sound like a teacher, Its what I really mean). I would hope that everyone realizes their mistakes because I may have done this before. However, if I realized my mistake, I put an effort in it to fix it so it never happens again.
Having a conversation with someone is an imporant life and social skill. When people treat it and the people talking with utter disrespect, they should realize it is rude and nip-it-in-the-back-end. When they realize the issue they can fix it so they can grow efficiently as a person and as a socializer. I respect others and their mistakes, but all they need to do it FIX IT!
Usually i am a patient, calm and accepting person. BUT, When it gets down to someone RUDELY walking away as your talking, I immidiately fly off the handle.
No matter who, no matter when, and no matter why, IT'S RUDE. I just can't handle when someone intrudes or exits the conversation in the middle of your talking. To me, it's the rudest thing you could do to someone, especially when I am talking directly to them. Whenever someone does this to me, I wish I could just storm up from behind them and say "What is your issue?" in the loudest tone possible. Since I am...usually...even tempered, I wouldn't need to do that, but of course I would want to. Even if people don't have the intention of being rude, they did it any way, so why not come up and confront them about it? Though my motto for everything is to just "ignore it" and not waist any time or effort on it, I believe that for this situation, I would pay to use up the time to come face to face and tell them how I really feel.
I just wish that people weren't so rude all of the time! If they all just considered that there is other people in the world, other than just themselves, they might actually realize this! As I said before, I am not usually an angry person but I cannot accept that behavior when I am speaking (though I sound like a teacher, Its what I really mean). I would hope that everyone realizes their mistakes because I may have done this before. However, if I realized my mistake, I put an effort in it to fix it so it never happens again.
Having a conversation with someone is an imporant life and social skill. When people treat it and the people talking with utter disrespect, they should realize it is rude and nip-it-in-the-back-end. When they realize the issue they can fix it so they can grow efficiently as a person and as a socializer. I respect others and their mistakes, but all they need to do it FIX IT!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Blog Post # 2: McSweeney's Writing
My favorite writing piece from his website:
LINK: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/2bellemare.html
The writing piece I chose is called Heavy Metal Board Games by Andrea Bellemare. I chose this writing piece because all of the bands that they made a funny twist to, I know of (such as Motley Crue, Twisted Sister, and things of that sort). I found it hilarious because of the way they cleverly changed the names of each band title and compared the bands I knew to familiar board games. Some of my favorites were: Whitesnakes and Ladders, Motley Clue and Twister Sister. These were my favorite ones because of the three bands they used, Whitesnake, Motley Crue and Twisted Sister, since those are the bands, out of all, that I knew the most about. Their creativity really captured my attention and made me crack up laughing!
The authors style was truly unique in many ways. All of the great thoughtproccess they put into it really showed through well in the outcome. With their comparisson between familiar bands and familiar board games, it drew people in no matter what they liked! I found that the author's style was creative and extremely innovative in the way she worded everything and put it all together. They were good at portraying what they wanted to and make the right impression they wished of on the readers. She is great at portraying humor and class into her writing, by comparing two totally different things from two opposite sides of the spectrum. I thoroughly enjoyed this writing piece (or list, if you may) more and more as I read!
This list is recommended for people who like a good laugh and a well portrayed, unique and clever meaning!
LINK: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/2bellemare.html
The writing piece I chose is called Heavy Metal Board Games by Andrea Bellemare. I chose this writing piece because all of the bands that they made a funny twist to, I know of (such as Motley Crue, Twisted Sister, and things of that sort). I found it hilarious because of the way they cleverly changed the names of each band title and compared the bands I knew to familiar board games. Some of my favorites were: Whitesnakes and Ladders, Motley Clue and Twister Sister. These were my favorite ones because of the three bands they used, Whitesnake, Motley Crue and Twisted Sister, since those are the bands, out of all, that I knew the most about. Their creativity really captured my attention and made me crack up laughing!
The authors style was truly unique in many ways. All of the great thoughtproccess they put into it really showed through well in the outcome. With their comparisson between familiar bands and familiar board games, it drew people in no matter what they liked! I found that the author's style was creative and extremely innovative in the way she worded everything and put it all together. They were good at portraying what they wanted to and make the right impression they wished of on the readers. She is great at portraying humor and class into her writing, by comparing two totally different things from two opposite sides of the spectrum. I thoroughly enjoyed this writing piece (or list, if you may) more and more as I read!
This list is recommended for people who like a good laugh and a well portrayed, unique and clever meaning!
Blog Post #1: Self-Interpretation of Really Deep Poetry
AKA: Poetry by Robert Frost - an amazing poet.
Introduction to List;
I discovered several poems by Robert Frost and decided to interpret them on my own in the DEEPEST WAY POSSIBLE. Here are the poems blurbs and my thoughts below:
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Poem #1: A Line-Storm Song
This guy likes trees.
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Poem # 2: Birches
Introduction to List;
I discovered several poems by Robert Frost and decided to interpret them on my own in the DEEPEST WAY POSSIBLE. Here are the poems blurbs and my thoughts below:
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Poem #1: A Line-Storm Song
"The birds have less to say for themselves
In the wood-world’s torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves,
Although they are no less there:
All song of the woods is crushed like some
Wild, easily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows."Self - Interpretation:This guy likes trees.
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Poem # 2: Birches
"And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Self-Interpretation:
He wants to shoot things out of a cannon.
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Poem # 3: Christmas Trees
"He proved to be the city come again
To look for something it had left behind
And could not do without and keep its Christmas.
He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees."
Self-Interpretation:
His favorite holiday is Halloween.
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Poem # 4: Carpe Diem
"Be happy, happy, happy,
And seize the day of pleasure."
The age-long theme is Age's.
'Twas Age imposed on poems
Their gather-roses burden
To warn against the danger
That overtaken lovers
From being overflooded "
Self - Interpretation:
His basement is flooded.
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Poem # 5: Bond and Free
"Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about—
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings."
Self Interpretation:
His pet bird's wing got stuck in a door.
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Poem # 6: After Apple-Picking
"I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend."
Self Interpretation:
Before he fell asleep, he forgot to throw away
his pear core and it rotted.
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Poem # 7: Nothing Gold Can Stay
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
Self Interpretation:
He really wants a salad.
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Conclusion to List;
Robert Frost is an amazing poet; one of the greatest of all time, in my book.
AND HANDS DOWN I am the best interpretative-poet-person ... ever.
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