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Chapter 5

2006-04-24T14:37:00.000-05:00

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 spoke about story

A Story has to have a conflict, crisis and resolution in order to be a complete story, it shapes up what they are talking about and what they are trying to express what they are doing. I could not find a story in the Antholohy book but i found a few that I thought was interesting in the Burroway book.

Short Story
Ellen Bryant Voigt

It has everything that a story calles for and is easy yo follow and imterest in what happends
If you want to read it, its in the Burroway book on Page 203.

Chapter 4

2006-04-24T14:26:00.000-05:00

Chapter 4

Setting
Here is a few Stanza from the poem from The Burroway, you can find the rest of it on page 160 so you can see what the rest is about.

Good Morning.
George MacBeth

lot to be said for getting it all
out of your system, eh? Plenty of bile here.
Spit in the bowl.
I'd say you've been bad-mouthing
Some woman as our American
Cousins put it through too many poems.
Clean up your act. Lie.

Back in the chair and look differently
Into the light. There. Is that
Better? See things
More clearly now, do we? My
Own experience, having
Had, as one might say, the sort of
Unassimlated fillings...

This is my favorite poem from this book it has alot of meaning and state a lot in a little amount of time.

Chapter 3

2006-04-24T14:16:00.000-05:00

Chapter 3 was about character, I think that no poem in the anthology had a good character but in the Burroway

I Knew a Woman
Theodore Roethke

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)
How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)
Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)
Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)

I think that the shows what a character should do and how they should act. It also shows how it demenstrated what a true Character is. If a character is a real character you should be able to tell by the way they act and talk.

Chapter 2

2006-04-24T13:53:00.000-05:00

Chapter 2 talked about Voice and what it does for your piece. As i read the Anthology.

I could not find a poem that i like for Voice but if i had to say for one that comes close is

Black Swan
Brigit Pegeen Kelly

I think this showed some good voice because a women explained to a boy what she thought he was doing.

Chapter 1

2006-04-24T13:33:00.000-05:00

I looked at my blog requirements and I saw that I did not do any blogs from my Anthology book so I am going to try to do a few so I have some.

Chapter one in out Burroway book talked about Image and as I read my Anthology book I found this poem that I think is a good image.

Oriental Barbie
Denise Duhamel
on page 73 in The Autumn House Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry.

I picked this poem out of the book to so image because it helps someone picture a new kind of Barbie. When I was younger and played with Barbies and can't remember even seeing an oriental barbie. I think that it is good that, this poem can show us what this barbie looks like, it also states that it's up to the children to decided what they think it is.

Oh why

2006-04-20T17:55:00.000-05:00

Here is a poem that I have been working on changing. I am not sure but this may be the final product. It's from 3/1/2006

Oh Why

You believe in me
I believe in you
so why can't I trust you
You say that you love me
But I can't believe you
because of the way you treat me
like I am a piece of old trash
because if you loved me
You would not

You have never hit me
but I am not sure you won't
Because of that look
That you give
When you think
That I have done wrong
But can I tell you
that I'm afraid of you
Because I know what you can do

but I don't want to leave you
because I love you
and if I left it would hurt you
and then I could not live with myself
and I don't want that
because I love you
and I want to be happy
with you in my life
I just don't know what to do

but I want you to be
happy with who I am
and what you see
is what you get
Why can't you except me
for who I am
and not what you want
I am not sure
will this ever happen

Bubbles

2006-04-20T13:08:00.000-05:00

Bubbles

Bubbles come and go
Floating from one end
of the room to another
From flow, to net flow back to flow again
They can come in colors and even scents
21 bubbles all around
The come in all sizes
from Tiny to large
Kids love to play with them
and so does some adults
Children like to make a mess
and make you clean it up
Bubbles go from one spot
to another and
sometimes
you can see them pop

2006-04-20T13:01:00.000-05:00

Liberty

She stands so tall
and amazing to see
People come from far away
to see the beauty that she brings
She stands for our freedom
and know a days
it seems like we
are not as free
as we would like to be
I think she was
given to us by the French
She stands holding
her torch
and all know
that she is
meant to be there
and she will
always stand tall
and free
The ships come to the port
and see it everyday
such a wonder
that we can see
Just one things
that we have
in our free country

Oh Captain

2006-04-20T12:52:00.000-05:00

Here is a poem that we wrote in my group on 4/18/2206. It's not very good but it made me laugh.

The Captain was distraught
when he saw the slimy pickle
He called to Captain Hollywood for help
to help him quickly to shore
He was bleeding profusely
when the Captain had struck him
He was bleeding and greasy
and no longer had a extracting pickle
The bleeding aardvark was tattered and pungent
It was beautiful for a Hollywood movie maybe they could put a piccolo in it's mouth

Skin or Sarabeth by Rascal Flatts

2006-04-08T19:36:00.000-05:00

Click on the link and find Skin and listen to this song

RASCAL FLATTS LYRICS
"Skin" or Sarabeth

Sarabeth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
She hasn't been well
Since the day that she fell
And the bruise, it just won't go away
So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad
Flips through an old magazine
Till the nurse with a smile
Stands at the door
And says will you please come with me
Sarabeth is scared to death
Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white
Something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you
Six chances in ten it won't come back again
With the therapy were gonna try
It's just been approved
It's the strongest there is
I think we caught it in time
Sarabeth closes her eyes
And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love is holding her close
And the soft wind is blowing her hair
Sarabeth is scared to death
As she sits holding her mom
Cause it would be a mistake
For someone to take
A girl with no hair to the prom
For, just this morning right there on her pillow
Was the cruelest of any surprise
And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands
The proof that she couldn't deny
Sarabeth closes her eyes
And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love was holding her close
And the soft wind is blowing her hair
Its quarter to seven
That boys at the door
And her daddy ushers him in
And when he takes off his cap
They all start to cry
Cause this mornin where his hair had been
Softly she touches just skin
And they go dancin
Around and around without any cares
And her very first true love is holding her close
And for a moment she isn't scared

Robert Strong

2006-04-05T15:22:00.000-05:00

Here is a poem by Robert Strong I wanted to put it in here so others can see some of his works

BEFORE PLIMOTH

When we land, we are America.
I walk from the water braced
against a vision
of milk-fed families in formal wear,
tux cuffs rolled up in the surf. Magnumsand
baby blue jewelry boxes sparkle
in the sounds of sunset. Come summer,
tourists worry about seals on the sand.
Travel only on designated pathways.
It is for Nature's sake we segregat.
Don't try too hard to tune in. There are trawlers.
The airport. Highway hum. There is a lighthouse
somewhere in this poem. Do you need further aid
to navigation? The Big Dipper's pouring-side
always points toward Polaris: we are now
looking north. Parallax cannot be proven
as anything more than our perception,
yet Columbus managed to not discover America.
Some say it was Whitman did. Some say,
Siberian Snow Wolf. Some say discover
ten times fast and then find it: a trick word,
probably best read in translation
by the non-native speaker. There's something
inherently cheesy about Cape Cod
.I wait on the bike path red-faced, breathing
and defeated as my dog drinks
from the First Pilgrim Spring. Imagine me
with a British accent, by way of Amsterdam,
fairly international yet displeased
with the spiritual state of the world.
Imagine me puking over the gunwales and glad
to have this test from God, seeing this strange
desert thrust a scythe into saltwater storms.
Perfect place for Puritans with no knack for farming.
Imagine me burning a witch, or tarred & feathered,
smirking, for The Offence of Writing Satanic Verse.
Imagine me, Park Ranger, writing tickets
for titties gone naked as savages.

– Robert Strong

An assignment that I has saved

2006-04-05T15:05:00.000-05:00

Here is an assignment that we had to do, but I don't remember what it was.

April 19th I received the worst new of my life. My sister had passed away. We had to call all the family and tell them and one family member could not believe it. When we called my cousin in Mississippi and told her the new she did not take it well.
“You are lying to me she could not of died” yes she did. “Oh my God did she really we will be up their was soon as we can” On her trip up she called like nine times to make sure we were not lying to her. We final said why would we lie to you about this. When she arrived it was at eleven Pm and she went to sleep on the couch. When she got up the next morning she told us that dreamed about Marcie all not long. I remember all the good times we had the couch I slept on last night. She asked my father if he remember the time when she and Marcie were moving the couch around and they dropped it on his foot when he locked though the door. Then she looked at me and asked me if I remember when we three were on the couch and were just relaxing and talking and we all fell asleep and did not wake up until 5 hours later. Can you imagine 3 people sleeping on one couch for five hours? The day went on and we talked about the memories we had with her. The next day came and it was time to go to the calling hours. She final realized when she saw Marcie that she was gone and she was never going to see her again. Final she started to cry because she knew it was true. And she would never see and her from Marcie again. This was hard for her because Marcie lived with her for almost a year. Then she asked us where she had died and then when we told, it was even harder because she dies all alone. Everyone knew know that she was gone and was never going to come back to us. The next day was even harder because it was the day of her resting place. She was placed in the cold ground and never to be seen again.

In class

2006-04-05T14:56:00.000-05:00

Allyson and I wrote this out of our poems that we had to write in class with the last word of each line of the previous poems...It was very interesting

The dark increases
It changes city color
Shadow dim
We live alone
Philosophy has fallen
Meaning aside
Two classes we have overcome
Hardship aside
Process on

A poem about imagination

2006-04-05T14:48:00.000-05:00

We had to take lines out of something we wrote and put them together in a poem, I added a few things into, I don't know what else to do with it

As the darkness increase
It become my creepier
We can see shadows
That we did not see before
Things seem to come
Out from under the bed
And in the closet it too
These monsters only
Seem to come out
When no parents
Are around
These creatures
Are Harry
And the leave
A mess
By in the morning
They are gone
And no where to
Be found
Only the kids
Know about them
And there messing
They make and
Clean up
Oh the power
Of a kids
Imagination

Akins in a Mcdonalds

2006-04-05T14:47:00.000-05:00

Put two things together that you would not see together

Putting Akins in a McDonalds

I think that we should put an Akins in a McDonalds. I think that if we were to do this, people would realize that they are over weight and that there is a problem and that they need to help. Could you see someone eating three big Mac and then going and then walking over to Akins and get into the program, then every time you go to a meeting you can get a Big Mac and fries and then go to your meeting. I think that Akins would first start getting business and then when people see that they are not losing weight they would get out of the program. It would be weird if we were too see this happen. But the way or world is going it could happen. Just imagine getting something good to eat with a lot a fat and then going to Akins so you can lose weight.

Things you would find in my garbage can

2006-04-05T14:29:00.000-05:00

Here are a few things you if went through my garbage can you would find.

1) Gum Wrapper
2) paper
3) used paper towel
4) broken pen and pencil
5) old shirt
6) broken water bottle
7) orange peel
8) left over food
9) old books
10) broken CD
11) broken hair tie
12) paper plates
13) Homework
14) test i dont want people to know
15) old paper
16) broken lightbulbs
17) old batteries
18) dead flowers
19) used tissue
20) old ink

Ten Sentences

2006-04-04T15:05:00.000-05:00

Ten Sentences about spring

1) Spring is a feeling that the sun is about to come out after a long cold winter.
2) Spring seems to be the season to bring out the flowers.
3) Spring is always coming up with things that we don’t expect.
4) Spring is something special that I wish we could have year round.
5) Spring is not to cold or to hot, it seems to be just right.
6) Spring to seems to always come when you need it the most
7) Spring is something that we all need after winter
8) Spring will always bring April shower.
9) Spring will always bring May flow
10) Spring will always come and go and bring summer afterers.

Sping Recipe

2006-04-04T14:48:00.000-05:00

Spring Recipe

There are a lot of these things I think you need to make spring, without one of these ingredients you would not get spring.

½ cup of leaves from the flower garden
1 cup of mud in the driveway
¾ cup of left over snow
3 days worth of cleaning up
4 cups of sunshine
2 ½ cups pf flowers starting to bloom
Final you need to add a lot of rain to help bring out the new flowers.
Add the first three ingredients and a large bowl for 3 minutes, make sure it is nice and soft with no bubbles. Add the rest one at a time and blend them so you can roll it into a ball, and you will soon start to see flowers bloom and soon you will see spring and what it throws at us. This beautiful season you can never know what is next to come. You could even get more snow

i though this was cute

2006-03-23T18:14:00.000-05:00

Poor Cinderella

Poor Cinderella, whose stepmom was mean,
could never see films rated PG-13.
She hadn't a cell phone and no DVD,
no notebook computer or pocket TV.
She wasn't allowed to play video games.
The tags on her clothes had unfashionable names.
Her shoes were not trendy enough to be cool.
No limousine chauffeur would drive her to school.
Her house had no drawing room; only a den.
Her bedtime, poor darling, was quarter past ten!
Well one day Prince Charming declared that a ball
would be held in his honor and maidens from all
over the kingdom were welcome to come
and party to techno and jungle house drum.
But Poor Cinderella, with nothing to wear,
collapsed in her stepmother's La-Z-Boy chair.
She let out a sigh, with a lump in her throat,
then sniffled and picked up the TV remote.
She surfed channel zero to channel one-ten
then went back to zero and started again.
She watched music videos, sitcoms and sports,
commercials and talkshows and weather reports.
But no fairy godmother came to her side
to offer a dress or a carriage to ride.
So Poor Cinderella's been sitting there since,
while one of her stepsisters married the Prince.
She sits there and sadly complains to the screen,
if only her stepmother wasn't so mean.
--Kenn Nesbitt

read the first one then the second one

2006-03-23T18:12:00.000-05:00

My Dog Ate My HomeworkMy dog ate my homework.

That mischievous pup
got hold of my homework
and gobbled it up.
My dog ate my homework.
It's gonna be late.
I guess that the teacher
will just have to wait.
My dog ate my homework.
He swallowed it whole.
I shouldn't have mixed it
with food in his bowl.
--Kenn Nesbitt

My Dog Does My HomeworkMy dog does my homework

at home every night.
He answers each question
and gets them all right.
There's only one problem
with homework by Rover.
I can't turn in work
that's been slobbered all over.
--Kenn Nesbitt

saw this peom and had to put it up

2006-03-23T18:10:00.000-05:00

The Teachers Jumped Out of the Windows

The teachers jumped out of the windows.
The principal ran for the door.
The nurse and librarian bolted.
They're not coming back anymore.

The counselor, hollaring madly,
escaped out the door of the gym.
The coach and custodian shouted
and ran out the door after him.

The lunch ladies threw up their ladles,
then fled from the kitchen in haste,
while all of the students looked puzzled
as staff members scurried and raced.

We'd never seen anything like it.
But, still, it was pretty darned cool
to see all the staff so excited
to leave on the last day of school.
--Kenn Nesbitt

Poem i wrote the other day

2006-03-20T19:02:00.000-05:00

Slowly seductively smiling,
She grabs his attention.
He notices her cat green eyes,
how he wondered what was behind them.
Wondering if he was any plans,
weerily she raises to cross the bar.
As she walks he watches her movement,
Advancing closer he picks up her smell
making small talk that they enjoy,
moments seem to be frozen still.
Hours, pass by, as they chat,
Happiness flows all around them.
Later at a greasy spoon
Lovinly they share a plate of fries
People stare watching in amazement,
pleased at another couple in live.
As the morning sun rises,
A very happy couple head home.
Three kids, two dogs and a minivan,
their life seens picture perfect

Life

2006-03-16T13:39:00.000-05:00

I am bored and I don't know what to do.

Roses are red
violets are blue
Sugar is Sweet
and so are you

That a good poem, sorry i was bored and wanted to put something up

Nice song

2006-03-15T15:58:00.000-05:00

I was listin to to a few songs while i wait and i figured i would share a few with you.

Shania Twain Lyrics for the song Forever And For Always

In your arms I can still feel the way you
want me when you hold me
I can still hear the words you whispered
when you told me
I can stay right here forever in your arms

And there ain't no way
I'm lettin' you go now
And there ain't no way
and there ain't not how
I'll never see that day...

'Cause I'm keeping you
forever and for always
We will be together all of our day
Wanna wake up every
morning to your sweet face always

Mmmm, babyIn your heart I can still hear
a beat for every time you kiss me
And when we're apart,
I know how much you miss me
I can feel your love for me in your heart

And there ain't no way
I'm lettin' you go now
And there ain't now way
and there ain't no how
I'll never see that day

'Cause I'm keeping you
forever and for always
We will be together all of our day
Wanna wake up every
morning to your sweet face always

(I wanna wake up every morning)

In your eyes (I can still see
the look of the one) I can still see
the look of the one who really loves me
(I can still feel the way that you want
)The one who wouldn't put anything
else in the world above me
(I can still see love for me) I can
still see love for me in your eyes
(I still see the love)

And there ain't no way
I'm lettin' you go now
And there ain't no way
and there ain't no how
I'll never see that day...

'Cause I'm keeping you
forever and for always
We will be together all of our day
Wanna wake up every
morning to your sweet face always

'Cause I'm keeping you
forever and for always
We will be together all of our day
Wanna wake up every
morning to your sweet face always

I'm keeping you forever and for always
I'm in your arms

New poem

2006-03-15T15:45:00.000-05:00

I was trying to write today because I had to stay at college until 5 and the commuter lounge was as loud as it could be and I could not think but here is what I came up with

As soon as the snow fades away
The flowers start to bloom
the shadows are fading away
and the sun start to shine
the animal's come out and play
and also to get some fresh air
It goes from dark and cloudy
to bright and shin
from yuck brown
to a bright green
with Fresh air to breath
and nice roads to walk on
it's time to come out and be alive
because spring is here

2006-03-15T13:39:00.000-05:00

I found these poems, i dont know who wrote them but i found them very touching.

Friendship poems & poetry :

A friend is like a flower
,a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies
.A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.

Forever Friendsyou'r my friend and that is true,
but the gift was given from me to you
.we went thru moments that were good and bad,
even moments that were happy and sad
.you suported me when i was in tears,
we stuck together when we were in fear,
its really sad that it had to be this way
,but it has reached its very last day.
miles away cant keep us apart,
'cause you'll always be in my heart.

2006-03-15T13:34:00.000-05:00

About YouYour touch is with me always,
It’s burnt into my skin,
As soft and warm as sun rays
When a summer day sets in.
Your soft voice never silent
It’s forever in my ears
,Serenading every moment
And calming all my fears.
Your arms always enfold me,
The strength of angels wings,
They support and protect me wholly
With the safety a true love brings.
While I can never repay you,
For the wonder you bring to my life,
I can forever be true,
And forever be a true wife.

- Nicola May Tucker -

quotes

2006-03-14T18:29:00.000-05:00

Here are some quotes that i find true helpfull in life
"Love one another as you love yourselves."

"
No one is perfect until you love them."

"To laugh often and love much...
To appreciate beauty...
To find the best in others...
To give of one's self
...This is to have succeeded."
"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; But sometimes it is letting go."
-Hermann Hesse
"There's always room for love; You just have to move a few things around."
-Anonymous
"Love asks me no questions, And gives me endless support..."
-William Shakespeare
"In every living thing there is the desire for love."
-D.H. Lawrence

oh why

2006-03-14T16:07:00.000-05:00

oh why

why am I so tired
all the time
I get up at 7
and go to bed at 9
I have no energy
and not able to breathe
oh why
oh why
I don’t understand
what is going on
in this body
of mine
I get a headache
every night at eight
oh why
oh why
I don't know what to do
I am stressed all the time
and I should not be
I am always depressed
and thing who am I
and why I don’t have a life
oh why
oh why
I wish I could
have a better life
with no death
and stress
for whets a life
with no stress
oh why
oh why
A life without stress
would be a better one
not a worry in life
is all that I
can ask for know
please just help me this one
oh why
oh why

i Wonder why

2006-03-12T19:59:00.000-05:00

I wonder why I am so sad
I can't say why it just makes me mad
I cry at night because I have no life
I wish I can say what is in my heart
I wonder why I am so sad
When I think of you
and than I see myself
and I see what has become of me
I wonder why I am so sad
As I look around and see all the preaty things
and I look as see me
than I know why
I wonder why I am so sad
If you see what I see
than you would know
how I feel than you would know
I wonder why I am so sad

Children Poems

2006-03-06T18:33:00.000-05:00

Three O'Clock

I got the job as bell ringer-
DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG
I thought that i meant I'd pull the rope-
I Ouch-Ouch-Ouch was wrong

...........................................
Hi-Monster

What's that comin'
Through the mist?
The HI-MONSTER
He's runnin' free
And if his tail
Is long as this
Just think how big
The HI-MONSTER must be.

All poems by Shel Silverstein

Robert Frost

2006-03-01T19:50:00.000-05:00

I was looking at my Book of Robert Frost poems and i found a few that i would like to share with other people.

MENDING WALL

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them mad,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say '.Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

October By Robert Frost

2006-03-01T19:44:00.000-05:00

1913 A Boy's Will
October
by Robert Frost

O HUSHED October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes' sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--
For the grapes' sake along the wall

a new poem

2006-03-01T16:59:00.000-05:00

Today in class i wrote a poem

You believe in me
i believe in you
so why can't I trust you
You say that you love me
But i can't believe you
because of the way you treat me
like i am a piece of trash
You don't have to treat me
the way you do
because if you loved me
You would not
You have never hit me
but i am not sure you won't
I'm afraid of you
but i dont know how to leave you
becaue i know you
and you would chase me
and then you would hate me
and i dont want that
because i love you
and want you to be happy
but i want you to be
happy with who i am
Why can't you except me
for who i am
and not what you want me to be
will this ever happen
but i am not sure

A poem i for my first love

2006-03-01T16:41:00.000-05:00

Wishing you are here

With each day passing
I wonder what you are doing
From one phone call to another
I wait to hear your voice
It's what i think of in the morning
and before I go to bed
I dream about you
and wonder when you will say
those three words
I hope you stay
becasue when you hold me
I feel safe and whole
I just wonder what you like about me
and if you really care for me

a place called home

2006-02-28T16:31:00.000-05:00

It‘s a place
It‘s a place were you took your first fall
It’s the place were your received your first kiss
It’s the place were you sat on the couch and cried
It’s the place were you lived got 18 years
It’s the place you loved
It’s the place were you watch TV with your first love
It’s the place with many memories
It’s the place were your first got drunk
It’s the place you learned how to swim
It’s the place you took your first step
It’s the place you said your first word
It’s the place were you felt safe
It’s the first place you felt loved.
This place is your home.
Your home that you will never forget

A poem about a Very special Sister

2006-02-27T18:40:00.000-05:00

In the memory of Marcie ANN Franklin

A Very Special Sister

For many years we've shared our lives
One roof we once lived under
Sometimes we laughed, sometimes we cried
Through winter storms and thunder
The younger years have faded fast
We've gone our separate ways
But through all time our friendship lasts
Our bond in life remains
As summer brings the happy times
The autumn winds will whisper
A closer friend I'd never find
Than the one I call my Sister.

Vernon, 1985

Is shows how much that i loved you, wishing you were here today

yet another peom by robert frost

2006-02-27T18:05:00.000-05:00

My Butterfly
Robert Frost

Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
And the daft sun-assaulter, he
That frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead:
Saave only me
(Nor is it sad to thee!)
Save only me
There is none left to mourn thee in the fields.

The gray grass is scarce dappled with the snow;
Its two banks have not shut upon the river;
But it is long ago--
It seems forever--
Since first I saw thee glance,
WIth all thy dazzling other ones,
In airy dalliance,
Precipitate in love,
Tossed, tangled, whirled and whirled above,
Like a linp rose-wreath in a fairy dance.

When that was, the soft mist
Of my regret hung not on all the land,
And I was glad for thee,
And glad for me, I wist.

Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high,
That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind,
With those great careless wings,
Nor yet did I.

And there were othe rthings:
It seemed God let thee flutter from his gentle clasp:
Then fearful he had let thee win
TOo far beyond him to be gathered in,
Santched thee, o'ereager, with ungentle gasp.

Ah! I remember me
How once conspiracy was rife
Against my life--
The languor of it and the dreaming fond;
Surging, the grasses dizzied me of thought,
The breeze three odors brought,
And a gem-flower waved in a wand!

Then when I was distraught
And could not speak,
Sidelong, full on my cheek,
What should that reckless zephyr fling
But the wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing!

I found that wing broken today!
For thou art dead, I said,
And the strang birds say.
I found it with the withered leaves
Under the eaves

The Autum House Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry

2006-02-27T16:32:00.000-05:00

They Sit togther on the porch
Wendell Berry

They sit together on the porch, the dark
Almost fallen, teh house behind them dark.
Their supper done with, they have washed and dried
The dished-only two plates now, two glasses,
Two knives, two forks, two spoons-small work for two.
She sits with her hands folded in her lap,
At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak,
And when they speak at last it is to say
What each one knows the other knows. They have
One mind between them, now, that finally
For allits knowing will not exactly know
Whcih ones goes first through the dark doorway, bidding
Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone

This a great. I think everyone wishes for a day like this, when their loved one is the only they have in the house and it can just me them

Is it meant to be

2006-02-26T19:29:00.000-05:00

Here is something that i point together just a few days ago. It needs somework but i want to put it up so i can get some help.

Is it meant to be

From one point in time
I knew that i wanted to be with you.
When i looked in you eyes
i saw sometiing that
u never saw before.
At first i was scared
of it. Because i was a feeling
i never felt that before.
You were the sun
in my life
when it was gray.
When the phone rings
and i see that it is you
my heart gives a thump
and their is a glow on my face
that was not there before.
We talk for hours and
could go on more
When you walk in a room
and i see you
i know things will be
better soon. I am waiting
for the day that we can
be togther for ever.
You know how i feel
and i know how you feel
so why is it that we can't
be togther.
Maybe we are just
meant to be friends
but i hope not
because what i feel for you
is something that i have
never felt before

another song i like

2006-02-26T17:15:00.000-05:00

Pretending not to notice
The silence on the other end
Closing my eyes to sleep
Feeling you next to me
Even when you're not there
Wishing you were here again
You're always on my mind
Every waking moment, and even not
Listening for your voice once more
Hoping that where ever you are
You're thinking of me too
Wishing you were here again
I use to know the sound of your smile
Just by your voice on the phone
But now it's blocked by your silence
And I can't take it anymore
Now I'm laying in silent tears
Wishing you were here again

In the memory of my sister

2006-02-26T17:12:00.000-05:00

Today was a hard day for me because of certain events that have happend in the year 2005. Here is a song that i always will remember

I remember daddy's hands
folded silently in prayer.
And reachin' out to hold me,
when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story
in the callous' and lines.
Years of work and worry
had left their mark behind.

I remember daddy's hands
how they held my mama tight.
And patted my back
for something done right.
There are things that I'd forgotten
that I loved about the man.
But I'll always remember
the love in daddy's hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind
when I was cryin'.
Daddy's hands were hard as steel
when I'd done wrong.
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle
but I've come to understand.
There was always love in daddy's hands.

I remember daddy's hands
workin' 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly
just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over,
I'd live my life again.
And never take for granted
the love in daddy's hands.

In the memory of Marcie ANN Franklin

This is the poem for workshop with the comment i recieved from workshop

2006-02-16T18:34:00.000-05:00

Good bye Sister

The day you left me
is the day I fell apart.
I think everyday about you
and what you went though.

I know you are in a better place.
But it is sill hard for me to live
without you. It's been a struggle
but I think I am done.

You are in a better place
and I am happy about that.
You will not suffer anymore
and will always live on.

You wont suffer because you are
in a better place.
But I will suffer for ever on

Written in the memory of my sister

I would have to say that as I read your comments I found out that you all wanted me too me put more emotions in it. Ashley Wrot that "this is a sentintainal poem, i like it." Danielle Wrote that it need more details and it would make it great. Someoen who did not put their name wrote "I fell that you have courage to write abotu something like is this in class." When i read that comment i was happy that someone felt that way. John Shea like my last line and felt it was very sad and emotional. Jessica wrote that "This is a very deep poem."

I think the main reason that this did not have alot of emotion was because i was still in a shock when i wrote it, and could not believe what had happen.

I want to thank you all for your opioin that helped me out alot.

2006-02-16T18:32:00.000-05:00

Here is another poem that i find interesting.

Your Catfish Friend
by Richard Brautigan

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them."

2006-02-16T18:20:00.000-05:00

Here is another poem i like it is by Robert Frost

To Earthward
by Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of--was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Downhill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt,
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

Valentine's day

2006-02-14T19:37:00.000-05:00

Be my Valentine, for I
Each day have thought of you.
My whole life couldn't manage what
Your ready smile can do,
Vanquishing my loneliness
As though all light were new.
Let me be your Valentine
Even as you're mine,
Needing what I have to give
That each might each define
In friendship and in harmony,
Now you, now I the melody,
Each helping each to shine.
By Giovanni Bassano

...............................................

Happy Valentine, my love!
All my love is yours.
Praised be love that brings us home,
Pilgrims to these shores.
Yearnings here find harborage;
Vanities, sly smiles.
All that righteous anger rends,
Love here reconciles.
Even in the darkness where
No bitterness finds rest,
Thoughts of you are like a dawn
Intent on happiness.
Nor would I have so light a heart
Except that I am blessed
By William Byrd

...............................................................

Vested in your heart is all my hope,
As I must hope that yours is all in mine.
Love both narrows and expands our scope,
Extending each to each as we combine.
No boundaries of ourselves themselves remain.
Tides of need consume our shifting shore.
Innocent, we talk of loss or gain,
Not knowing quite what marriage has in store.
Each is now both everything and none.
'Twixt the self and selflessness lies passion.
So may we be twain and also one,
Destined for a fate that love will fashion.
As we exchange our vows this day of love,
Yet may they all our years within us move.
By Dimitri Shostakovich

2006-02-12T20:24:00.000-05:00

Here is a poem i found that i like

Angel
By Adrienne Fiorella
© 8-28-2005

An Angel?

I figure you're some spirit,
Come to visit in the flesh
Such a rough day, anyway
I need a little bit of divinity to see me through.
Funny you should come by though
Remember how I wouldn't read "The Littlest Angel"
Because angels aren't spirits of the dead
But their own class of Divine Creation?

I assume you've read Dante
Or at least perused the St. James Bible.
Lucifer was the juiciest of the angels, God's favorite
Full of hubris which got him into no end of trouble.

You aren't Lucifer, you say?
Just some garden variety Seraph here on a lark
To remind me of the otherworldliness
Of the universe, nothing more.
OK, to you I say : "Thank You Very Much!"

I am grateful to leave the tiny world behind
To glimpse something brighter than
This morning's headlines.
So spread your rainbow wings
And take a piece of my soul to wait
In a better place

Luck

2006-02-06T14:37:00.000-05:00

This is a poem as a class we wrote today

Luck
be a lady, send me
some cookie and milk
are good to eat
But hard to beat
Even worse to see
I can't belive it happened
because it was with out warning
the screams were so loud
peircing the drums
annoying sounds
across the grounds
Light snow falls
and the silence is dephning
I feel all alone in this queset
and yet it feels so loud
but so soft velvety soft on my skin
on my face

I don't know what to call this

2006-02-03T08:37:00.000-05:00

Here is another poem i wrote over nine months ago. I don't know what to call it. So if anyone has any idea's let me know.

Last night I looked at the stars
And I saw your face again
That made me grin
I keep on thinking about what would of happened
If we did not fight like we did
I never got to say goodbye
Or that I was sorry
You have to know
How much I loved you
You were my best friend
And my sister
That day when you died
I felt like someone tore my heart out
Then I realized I lost I bit of myself that day
I look at the stars and think do you know
That I loved you
If I could take back all the stuff that I said I would
And I know you would too
I don’t know why
You had to die
But I know you are not in pain anymore
For that I am Thankful
Then I am mad
Because he took you
When I needed you the most

Emily Dickinson

2006-02-02T18:42:00.000-05:00

My all time favorite Poet is Emily Dickinson (1830–1886). When i read her poems it makes me think about life and what it is all about.
Here are a few the I like

One sister have I in our house
by Emily Dickinson

One sister have I in our house,
And one a hedge away,
There ’s only one recorded
But both belong to me.

One came the way that I came
And wore my past year’s gown,
The other as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.

She did not sing as we did,
It was a different tune,
Herself to her a music
As Bumble-bee of June.

To-day is far from childhood
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter,
Which shortened all the miles.

And still her hum the years among
Deceives the Butterfly,
Still in her eye the Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.

I spilt the dew but took the morn,
I chose this single star
From out the wide night’s numbers,
Sue—forevermore!

This piece sometimes have diffent ways of writting it

Freedom

2006-01-29T18:01:00.000-05:00

FREEDOM

From place to place I think of you,
realizing what you are doing for me.
Everyone think it's a waste of time
even though you are gone so long.
Don't worry i belive in you,
over and over it's hard to belive it's been three years
maybe soon we can move on.

I would like comments about my poems. So I can improve myself