1)
I know that school should be some fun
But I don't see that side of it
I only know of work and strife
Mom and Dad are kidding themselves
2)
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I hear this all the time,
"Why do I need to have answers right now?"
I want to say just that,
Knowing my parents would want me to say
I know exactly what.
The first poem has three lines of iambic tetrameter followed by a line of trochaic tetrameter. This poem expresses my exaspiration with Mom and Dad for thinking that school is fun all the time and the last line is emphasized to plainly tell the reader what I think about Mom and Dad's attitude.
The second poem has alternating lines of dactylic trimeter with an extra stressed syllable on the end and iambic trimeter. This is also a form of venting for me, because since I'm getting ready for college, people ask me what I want to do when I grow up and/or what I want to major in. It gets rather tiring, and Mom and Dad seem to think I should already have an exact idea. I guess I don't handle getting older very well.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Poems Reflection
I liked my first poem the best, because it does three things that the others don't: It's short, it's less restricted, and it's original. I like shortness of it because it doesn't need to drag on and use words that are not helpful in conveying the ideas that the poem is trying to convey; It's short and sweet, not stretched and deluded. I like the format because it is not as restrictive as some of the other poetic forms, where you need accented and unaccented syllables. I this poem, I can use a wider variety of word choice and not have to worry about stressed and unstressed syllables. Finally, it's original and isn't like a whole lot of the other poems that I wrote. On the whole, the first poem is the best, since I had a head full of creative juices for the first poem.
Poem 6: Anapestic Tetrameter
Look around, Man has ruined all the things he has touched
Only that which has dodged his destructive long reach
Has survived a bit longer but always in peril
It's a wonder that Earth hasn't fallen not yet.
Only that which has dodged his destructive long reach
Has survived a bit longer but always in peril
It's a wonder that Earth hasn't fallen not yet.
Poem 5: Dactylic Tetrameter
Man without thought always ruining the earth's nature
Judging and hating all things that are God's making
Oh how did Man get reduced to this state, oh why
How to regain all the stuff he's destroyed oh how?
Judging and hating all things that are God's making
Oh how did Man get reduced to this state, oh why
How to regain all the stuff he's destroyed oh how?
Poem 4: Trochaic Tetrameter
Humans never make good choices
Man is always ripping beauty
Killing life and crushing spirits
In the end he only loses
Man is always ripping beauty
Killing life and crushing spirits
In the end he only loses
Poem 3: Iambic Tetrameter
The race of man is crazy mad
They only judge and critisize
How bad the things of man's hard hands
How bleak the world controlled by man
They only judge and critisize
How bad the things of man's hard hands
How bleak the world controlled by man
Poem 2: 4 Lines 9 Syllables
People are absolutely crazy
They've made far more terrors than wonders
Humans critisize and judge others
Man may be the worst living being
They've made far more terrors than wonders
Humans critisize and judge others
Man may be the worst living being
Tanka Poem
People are insane
They're always causing conflict
They make war not peace
They are very judgemental
Man may be the worst species
They're always causing conflict
They make war not peace
They are very judgemental
Man may be the worst species
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Anapestic Terameter Poem: Bobby-McDour.
There was once a big hippo named Bobby-McDour.
He was happy with life but his toast tasted sour.
So he went to the store to ask Joe for some sweets,
But the store had run out, and McDour had no eats.
And when things looked their worst and no food had appeared,
That McDour got some luck from a source something weird.
When the mail came McDour found a pack full of gum,
It might not go with toast, but it's sweet and from mum.
He was happy with life but his toast tasted sour.
So he went to the store to ask Joe for some sweets,
But the store had run out, and McDour had no eats.
And when things looked their worst and no food had appeared,
That McDour got some luck from a source something weird.
When the mail came McDour found a pack full of gum,
It might not go with toast, but it's sweet and from mum.
Trochaic Tetrameter Poem: Genesis in Poetry
Back when you were still a spirit,
Back when Earth was still a concept,
God was watching o'er the voidless
God created light from darkness,
Sky from water, land from ocean,
Sun from moonlight, beasts from humans.
Ending with the seventh daytime,
God chilled out and rested nicely.
Back when Earth was still a concept,
God was watching o'er the voidless
God created light from darkness,
Sky from water, land from ocean,
Sun from moonlight, beasts from humans.
Ending with the seventh daytime,
God chilled out and rested nicely.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Blog post about Blogging
Well, frankly, I sometimes wonder why there are so many blogs and what people use them for. Do people just post whatever they like on the internet and hope that someone will read it? Do people use blogs as a diary of sorts that anyone in the world can read? Why would anyone do that? I may be in the minority when it comes to this view on blogging, but I simply do not see the appeal of it. I guess it's useful for situations like this, for educational purposes but I'm pretty sure that blogs were not created originally for that purpose. Dispite all that, I can see that this will probably be somewhat useful for CW work and the like.
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