1. Read 5 more poems aloud.
2. Finish Run, Lola, Run stories today.
3. Steal a line.
4. Work on Craddock assignments.
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Montana 1948 Readings/Natalie Goldberg Test 1 "I remember"
Montana 1948 Readings/Natalie Goldberg Test 1 "I remember" Marcy Gamzon • Sep 21 (Edited Sep 21) 100 points Due Tomorrow AGENDA:...
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AGENDA 1, For classwork credit: Read the following two stories by Sandra Cisneros. Then discuss the questions for Barbie-Q with a p...
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In James Longenbach’s “The Art of the Poetic Line,” he mentions three kinds of line endings: End stopped lines end with punctuation, as ...
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Choose ONE of the following topics and discuss it in a well-developed essay. You may use your book to provide text-based details. Post yo...
Into the underground
ReplyDeleteWhere no noise is made
Where the silence begins
And symphonies fade away
With the crimes of yesterday
This new life is a like a disease
It spreads around and seeps through the ground
A foreign world where souls weep
An inability to find a cause
Wondering when and where all hope will be lost
Into another language full of war and songs
Where envy becomes a chant for the lost
Beginning to see the light
That shadows in the night
Showing a cure to this disease
An end to this fight
An edict for this tragedy
Running into a land of refugees
Right back into the underground.
Is it anything but strenuous, to try to speak your mind.
ReplyDeleteTo untie the tongue that has wrapped itself around your words,
And asked you like the lion asks his prey,
To mingle up your letters,
To stumble over your sentences,
And then melt away.
Between the lips and the voice, something goes dying.
From the breath we inhale, to the very first sound in your throat,
Something fades.
Maybe as the mouth opens to give a glimmer of life to your thoughts,
Your mind chips away at what you really had meant to say,
And suddenly your voice has faded,
The magic has been lost,
The world has grown just a little bit duller.
Hannah Klaver
ReplyDeleteLet’s see how many stars are smashed in the pool
There are thousands, millions
They glitter and shine
Their sparkle reflects in your eyes
They dance around the deep blue
Of the sky, of the pool, of your eyes
the clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye,
ReplyDeletemakes the wetness that streaks your face
from the raving storm
rainy drive
down the damp road
to journeys abroad
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ReplyDeleteI have seen from my window,
ReplyDeleteThe world in its prime
The twilight of the day
As the alarm clock goes off
And before I get into the shower
I look out the window and see…
As I walk down the path that is sleep
Using the leaves as it cover
The wind seems to yawn as the sun
Rises
An aging road I walk on cuts off the lights
It makes the ground I walk on feels like…
Downtown lights sparkle with such
Illusion of beauty
But the air has the aroma of burnt toast and color of
The exhaust of a truck makes the air looks like its
Smoking a negative cigarette.
The music of traffic and various talking sounds like…
As the city fully awakes
and the flows of people pick up
The movement floods the streets various activity
The mingle of mix cultures and races
The flow emotions truly the city feels like…
My hometown.
Ashley Lawson
ReplyDeleteThe Words Rained Over Me
The words rained over me,
like drops on the leaves in fall.
The reddish color,
turning from the dark green to yellow
in preparation for winter.
They fall off trees,
drop to the ground,
leaving the tree bare.
You leave my heart bare, and cold,
While it is snowing pain.
Showering me with rain,
those words you speak.
Angela Boyle 11.10.09
ReplyDeleteSteal A Line – Pablo Neruda Gamzon
Perhaps it was never truly love that I felt.
Maybe it was hatred, but
I was blinded by my desire to love and be loved
No one wanted to admit it.
We all knew how you were.
Now that it’s all said and done,
Do we forget?
Do we forget all the memories we made?
All the moments we were together,
Squeezing as much time as we could
Into one single summer
Love is so short; forgetting is so long
I’ll never forget you.
Will you ever forget me?
Taylor Rugg November 10, 2009
ReplyDeleteSteal A Line – Pablo Neruda
A Layer Of Forgetting
Harsh winds pushed against my cheek
and my skin flushed and stiffened,
a tear freezing before it could
drip
off my nose.
Snow caught in my throat as I inhaled
and coughing
shattered icicles
that had begun to form on my lungs.
I used a gloved hand to brush winter’s cries away
from the plaque that sat amongst dead grass.
An American flag faded to almost all white was
stabbed carelessly in the ground,
leaning
dangerously to one side.
I didn’t bother to straighten it.
I knelt, my knees causing the snow to crunch
as it sunk beneath my weight.
And then,
I began to remember you.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
I traced the engraved stone,
my stomach shrinking into a walnut
and with one quick swipe,
I covered the ground with a thin layer of
f o r g e t t i n g.
Gabriela Julia
ReplyDeleteWhat stands before me
is an abandoned corpse.
The luminous expression on a face
but the dull, shallow soul.
A modified appearance
and a mind with no variation.
Your presence is foreign,
as strange to me as a thing.
I can take a glimpse of the concrete body,
but I will penetrate to find the significance.
Gracie Elliott
ReplyDeletePablo Neruda
Decay Of The Tree
Sidewalks harden
Over time the cracks grow deeper
Simples of spring
Frolicking in the dew
The seeds you dropped
Only the blossom of an infant branch
Swelters of summer
Heavy heats and sticky nights
Voices among the waves and rocks
Droning of the fire
Flutter of leaves and bitter second guesses
Forgoing of fall
Dry autumn leaves revolve in your soul
Glares become chilled and silences icy
Time was expiring
Our leaves began to fall
Warring of winter
Chapped hands and short suns
The flush of your cheek
From the bite of the wind
The end of our trees decay
Mariah Gonzalez
ReplyDelete11/10/09
steal a sentence excercise
I have gone marking the atlas of your body.
Searching for something hidden, a treasure full of light.
The Mountains that topple over you their sharp edges cutting my fingers as I embrace your beauty and the freshness of your heart.
As a lantern of night I cherish the discovery I have made. The map I have followed has brought me down disastrous paths of shattered thoughts and broken endearment.
But you shine like a ray of morning light awakening me from the deep unconscious sleep I have slumbered away, night after night unalterable from the decisions I have made and the challenges I have faced.
You bring me back to the serene quietness. We shall dance in the wind even when the thunderstorms try to scare us away. We won’t leave.
The twilight will capture us in the moonlight of the stars. My kiss a surrender. Yours a war.
Shannon Kalia Mrs. Gamzon
ReplyDeleteNovember 16, 2009 Steal A Line
The sun’s rays begin to fade
As the twilight of the evening emerges into the night sky
Silence fills the air, sharp as shattered glass against her skin
The last bit of sunlight glistens, like his smile used to
The wind howls, swinging the front screen door
Swaying back and forth, back and forth
Frigid air fills her lungs
The scent of dew on crisp autumn leaves surrounding her
Sitting on the creaky front steps of
The house they shared a million memories in
Splintered old wood touch the tips of her fingers
Wearing his old, tattered jacket, keeping her warm, instead of him,
On such a lonely night
You occupy everything, you occupy everything
The remains of the sun plunge below
The horizon, to somewhere she will never see
Replaced by the moon, crawling up the sky,
Until it reaches the top
The stars align so perfectly, the stars align so perfectly
They used to dance under them, all night long
She stays there, waiting, for something, anything
The stars and moon begin to drift away,
As she realizes he did too
A vacancy that can’t be filled, a vacancy that can’t be filled
Evan bartter
ReplyDeleteThey walked around the streets seeing everyone around
We see everyone that is around on the streets looking sad
We pass the same restaurant
Looking as no one is there
We see that it is cloudy
We look on the street and there are old newspapers
The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye.
We just walk around everywhere as we see such a depression
Everyone sad
And everyone just is waiting for the day to pass
Women just trying to stay cool
Men dressed up for nothing
Nothing to buy with nothing to buy it with
My Heart Closes
ReplyDeleteSteal-a-line poem
My heart closes like a nocturnal flower.
My weary eyes watch all the
Reds and pinks slip away from the sunset
Of your cheeks.
Sinister shadows
Grow beneath your eyes.
The color slips from your face
Until cool snow lies in your bed.
An eternal winter lives inside you.
Growing only colder,
As you die.
It’d been three-color changes of the foliage
ReplyDeleteYou’d finally come around
You gather things to you like an old road
So this is what brought you back?
To a placed you cursed with your suspense
So you claim that you made a mistake
The pathetic apologizes are like jaguars
Creeping with fierce intentions but peaceful exterior
The relationship that you so desperately want back
As been picked up and placed in the time
Of someone else
I have sympathy
For I feel for your regret but don’t
Dwell on it
For I am excluding the chance of relapsing
I wished you would’ve seen
All the goods that I’d shipped from the doors
Of my heart to the surface
But now you a just another beautiful face
With an ugly soul
and you are like the word melancholy
ReplyDeletenot only in definition
but as in the way your name feels
as those four syllables roll softly off the tongue
just as if it was your name
you are the ep-i-to-me
of mel-an-cho-ly
and that's alright with me
Cassidy Rose Hammond
I was finally free
ReplyDeletesitting on the beach
soaking the sun
with the smell of the ocean
but then I looked over
and there he was
coming for me yet again
Who are you, who are you? (45)
ReplyDeleteShe called but no answer. In her mind, those evil words
Stay. Pictures race across the room
She opens her eyes and sees nothing
She feels the pain but is the reason it lives
She takes another hit. She knows the damage it
Does to her but temptations are to strong to fight
She is lost within relief from reality
We are the kids
ReplyDeletewho trade kisses for passwords
to the clubhouse with the
no girls allowed sign.
We are the kids
who make harmless fun
of each other
thinking that it doesn’t hurt the other
We are the kids
who grow up to be lawyers
though we tore each other down
when we were kids
Haris Heganovic Ms.Gamzon
ReplyDeleteSteal a Line Poem From Pablo neruda
11/4/09
Perhaps it was never trully love that I felt.
Maybe it was hatred that went against me.
She's always alone, crying, sniffling against the soft cloth.
She looks at me
weeping with a watery face
the tears drop down onto the couch and soak into the furry couch.
I feel bad
I tell her that I love her and I hug her and the warmth of our bodies make us feel like the sun rising after sunrise.
I tell her that she's not alone
and that Im always there to comfort her
and not to always rip the pedals off the flower to see if she does love me.
I love her.
Our memories bloom like the flowery meadows that once me and her ran through.
The happiness through our glory we once shared.
I should see if she truly loves me now.
She should because
I always will and never forgot.
III.
ReplyDeleteTell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
The rose is flawless it does not wear clothes
because it will hide her appeal
The petals are the roses heart
If you cover her pedals you will kill her
Don’t ever feel the need to cover the roses elegance.
Because to a human it’s like ripping your heart from it’s walls.
Donyel
ReplyDeleteThe morning is full of storm.
The rain keeps pouring.
Will it ever stop?
I’m afraid it wont.
It always rains on sad days.
It makes me not want to wake up.
To stay in my dreams where everything is sunny.
To feel happy with no worries.
No rain for me today
I guess i'm going to sleep in.