Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
lymerics
There once was a lamb from ripplesaw,
who always said meh and not bah,
it was all alone,
the meh was a moan
so one day it learned to la.
When these things go all all wrong,
we should be going along,
but where to go,
there but so
we will all be singing a song.
I had gone for a little spider,
but it was one little glider,
then another came,
they were much the same,
together made them one powerful fighter.
who always said meh and not bah,
it was all alone,
the meh was a moan
so one day it learned to la.
When these things go all all wrong,
we should be going along,
but where to go,
there but so
we will all be singing a song.
I had gone for a little spider,
but it was one little glider,
then another came,
they were much the same,
together made them one powerful fighter.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
rap
Yo my name is better than you,
cause your rap is totally boo.
then there's the fact,
that you totally lacked.
your below me, I'm above all,
and I don't need to rap
I'm blasting the bass,
and the cello in case.
you can try to be me,
but you've lost already
I left you behind,
so make up your mind.
Just quit this,
you'll try but miss.
I won in every way,
there's nothing you can do today.
and as I said,
I don't need to rap,
so I won't.
cause your rap is totally boo.
then there's the fact,
that you totally lacked.
your below me, I'm above all,
and I don't need to rap
I'm blasting the bass,
and the cello in case.
you can try to be me,
but you've lost already
I left you behind,
so make up your mind.
Just quit this,
you'll try but miss.
I won in every way,
there's nothing you can do today.
and as I said,
I don't need to rap,
so I won't.
Monday, April 29, 2013
poetry response 3
Lunar paraphrase
This poem by Robert Stevens starts with alliteration of moon mother pathos pity. It doesn't rhyme much but it sort of has a rhythm. This poem is personifying the moon. The second through tenth line have assonance such as when, the, wearier, end, November. The final and eleventh line is also the first line, the moon is the mother of pathos and pity. This poem also has metaphors.
I like this poem sort. I didn't really understand it but that is fine. Similes weren't in it either.
This poem by Robert Stevens starts with alliteration of moon mother pathos pity. It doesn't rhyme much but it sort of has a rhythm. This poem is personifying the moon. The second through tenth line have assonance such as when, the, wearier, end, November. The final and eleventh line is also the first line, the moon is the mother of pathos and pity. This poem also has metaphors.
I like this poem sort. I didn't really understand it but that is fine. Similes weren't in it either.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
I have seen
I have seen the world and back,
The destruction and those that lack.
everywhere happy, sad, alone,
anyone everyone I am there,
even if you cannot bear.
The inside peoples minds,
bombs dropped in lines.
I send myself to you,
to find what is true.
You may not remember much,
I still know all, though,
like a wise old crow.
I can see the smoke,
and death from when one small pipe broke.
I'd rather be like those I see,
they can do and flee unlike me.
alone that is what I am,
without friends to fight,
and family so for light.
All I have is nightmares,
you can fight all that leers.
I know the name,
of all the same.
they are all of one mind,
confusion rings,
and color brings.
Sight and sound telling different,
the happy faces and the defining sound was sent.
I say I send myself afar,
but that is not on par.
why can't you see that I am really you?
The destruction and those that lack.
everywhere happy, sad, alone,
anyone everyone I am there,
even if you cannot bear.
The inside peoples minds,
bombs dropped in lines.
I send myself to you,
to find what is true.
You may not remember much,
I still know all, though,
like a wise old crow.
I can see the smoke,
and death from when one small pipe broke.
I'd rather be like those I see,
they can do and flee unlike me.
alone that is what I am,
without friends to fight,
and family so for light.
All I have is nightmares,
you can fight all that leers.
I know the name,
of all the same.
they are all of one mind,
confusion rings,
and color brings.
Sight and sound telling different,
the happy faces and the defining sound was sent.
I say I send myself afar,
but that is not on par.
why can't you see that I am really you?
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
poetry response 2
This
was random. Completely random. If you don't believe me look at the
title. It had plenty of notating too. I had a square around the entire
poem just to show randomness.
I like this because random is always interesting to me. It was also easy to notate. The poem is not following anything.
Only
three words were spelled correctly. The words who, to, and grasshopper
were those spelled right. Grasshopper was also spelled incorrectly.
If you unscramble the title I believe it is grasshopper. This poem has
pretty much no sense of direction either. I think it ends how it
starts. It also messes with your head incase you don't see any logic in
this response.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Aaron...Haiku
Seasonal
The leaves falling down
The first frost has begun here
Ready for winter?
Spring has come with grass
more of a late winter though
cold, gloomy, dark, and...
Nature
Dark or light, color
wet or dry with plants and tools
a large pile of dirt
Harvesting is now
The piles of vegetables here
Ready fo eating
Modern Life
Flying on SOME wings
The plane alone without friends
Comes back to the earth
The pencil squeaking
Writing words for others joy
Happy to be there
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