Wednesday, October 12, 2011
-No Title Yet- Character Sketch
When i hear the word friend Maya immediately comes to mind. Maya and i either completely disagree or completely agree with each other on everything. There’s no in-between for us. I remember when i was asked to run the score board for my sisters volleyball game and so i agreed and went and sat down to wait for the game to start. while i was waiting a certain dark reddish haired person came and sat next to because she got bored.There were flies everywhere in the gym and about halfway through the game she just randomly reached over and slapped me in the on my arm really hard. Usually i expect this from Maya because it is apparently her way of showing somebody they are her friend (because shes a little crazy) but since i was caught up in the score and paying attention to the game i was totally caught off guard. She said there was a fly on me for her excuse to slap me. So i waited for about five minutes and then i reached over and slapped her back except i hit her on the head when i said there was a fly. of course when i took my hand away and saw there actually was a fly and i squashed it in her hair i started laughing and she got grossed out which made me laugh harder which got her to laugh too. then she took my caramel apple and ate it... :P
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Limeric Poems
Large Spanish Dog
There once a dog from Spain.
All the while he hoped to be a Great Dane.
So he stretched himself out
But began to pout.
Because he soon shrunk again.
Cold OompalOompa's
I once met an oompaloompa from Wonderland.
Everyday she dreamed of Iceland.
So i sent her on a ship.
Where she ate lots of chips.
She is now living happily in Iceland.
There once a dog from Spain.
All the while he hoped to be a Great Dane.
So he stretched himself out
But began to pout.
Because he soon shrunk again.
Cold OompalOompa's
I once met an oompaloompa from Wonderland.
Everyday she dreamed of Iceland.
So i sent her on a ship.
Where she ate lots of chips.
She is now living happily in Iceland.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Slave Found Poem "People Not Property"
Sad they had no furniture
Dozens of slaves in one small hut
Only wooden floors to lay their heads
Only a collection of straw and rags if there were a bed
A single blanket to keep them warm
Always worried their cotton would fall short
But never wanting to pick more than they should
For they must pick that much next day or else be whipped
Never chose or kept their own name
Only whites have the power to pick
Their religion taught 'Never Strike A White Man'
Withe servants watching they had no chance
Lie to your master and try to escape
If you're caught you get whipped or hung
What a slave thought was right was wrong
Whites had rights slaves had none
Slaves are property not people...
No slaves are people not property.
Dozens of slaves in one small hut
Only wooden floors to lay their heads
Only a collection of straw and rags if there were a bed
A single blanket to keep them warm
Always worried their cotton would fall short
But never wanting to pick more than they should
For they must pick that much next day or else be whipped
Never chose or kept their own name
Only whites have the power to pick
Their religion taught 'Never Strike A White Man'
Withe servants watching they had no chance
Lie to your master and try to escape
If you're caught you get whipped or hung
What a slave thought was right was wrong
Whites had rights slaves had none
Slaves are property not people...
No slaves are people not property.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Response to 'I know why the caged bird sings' poem
I think the poem ‘I know why a caged bird sings’ by Maya Angelou is explaining the difference between life when your free and life when your caged or trapped. I think that in some ways this poem may be about slavery because she is explaining how the free bird just goes with the wind and tries to find a big worm the next morning whereas the caged bird has clipped wings so he cant leave and his feet are tied so instead he sings, sings of freedom so she says. I think it may relate to slavery because the free bird would resemble free slaves or maybe even whites who don’t need to worry much, they just need to make sure they have enough to survive, whereas slaves were chained, locked up, sad, they cant leave, their feet are tied, much like the caged bird so instead they sing... they would sing about freedom. What life would be like if they were no longer slaves. It would make sense that Maya Angelou would write about free and caged birds or slaves because she was African American, so she could be writing about her ancestors or maybe even herself.
Monster Poem
Crazy Rodents Things...
It rolls around like a psycho pig
Trying to get as much dust on its cotton like coat as it can
Its razor sharp knife like claws grasping at the air as it turns
Its rat like teeth chewing on nothing
She stops... waits... then begins to roll around again as crazy as a hyenas laughter
Her coat getting shiner and more deadly as she goes
With dust flying everywhere she slowly, carefully steps out
Her claws cutting up the metal as if it were as soft as whipped cream
She suddenly bursts into a jumping sprint and is by her food before you know it
She slowly picks up her food with her cat like claws and tears it as she goes
Stuffing into her mouth like she hasn’t eaten in days
Ripping it to shreds with her dagger like teeth
She then appears back by her house in her house in her house
She slowly crawls in scraping the plastic
And falls asleep in light speed
It rolls around like a psycho pig
Trying to get as much dust on its cotton like coat as it can
Its razor sharp knife like claws grasping at the air as it turns
Its rat like teeth chewing on nothing
She stops... waits... then begins to roll around again as crazy as a hyenas laughter
Her coat getting shiner and more deadly as she goes
With dust flying everywhere she slowly, carefully steps out
Her claws cutting up the metal as if it were as soft as whipped cream
She suddenly bursts into a jumping sprint and is by her food before you know it
She slowly picks up her food with her cat like claws and tears it as she goes
Stuffing into her mouth like she hasn’t eaten in days
Ripping it to shreds with her dagger like teeth
She then appears back by her house in her house in her house
She slowly crawls in scraping the plastic
And falls asleep in light speed
Monday, April 11, 2011
Langston Hughes Response to A Dream Deferred
The poem A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes is comparing a raisin to a Deferred Dream. He is showing how a lot of people tend to give up on their dreams and after a while those dreams just shrivle up and dissapear and those people never think of them again. He is trying to say to stick with your dream and don't give up on it.
6th v.s. poem
Nice pretty sparkly against war Candy Land
V.S.
Dark mean war loving A.M.S. Alpha
A.M.S. Alpha is an under ground war area created by Morgan.
V.S.
Dark mean war loving A.M.S. Alpha
A.M.S. Alpha is an under ground war area created by Morgan.
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