Original poems lll

Where I Am From
 Watch Me Grow
I am from dust, from Dover and Bewlery
I am from the dark
I am from the apple, the maple trees
I am from burping contests at Thanksgiving dinner and brown eyes, from Bill, from Dan, from Bob
I am from the fighters and the last minute workers
I am from making wishes on my birthday and wishing on eyelashes
I am from Christianity. Believing and loving God and Jesus
I am from New York, and beer and pretzels
From the time my dad ran around out side picking up all of the baby bunnies and putting them back in the nest because I wouldn't stop crying until he did, the time when my mom was laughing and holding me at the same time, the time when my dad came inside out of breath saying all the baby bunnies were back in their home
From the basement which holds all of the old family things. The old family photos that are stored in boxes waiting for someone to sort them, the old pictures I drew as a kid and the special memories about the past.

Just To Say 
Opps...I forgot again
I know I said that I would
But I truly just forgot
Things just keep piling up

I really met to do it
My room is in bad shape
Its really starting to stink

There is all different kinds of things
In there that I didn't even know I had
I guess it would use a good dusting or vacuum


I promise I will next week
You asked this task a while ago
for me to just clean my room
But I'm always just to busy


Magical powers 
Invisible
Once a day I wish I could
transform into something unseen
Something that could hide so easily
I guess you would call that invisible
Yes, I wish that I could be invisible
I could hide when you look at me
I could be gone when you mention me
Could you imagine you wouldn't need to deal with me
Lets say I could be invisible, what would I do?
Would I disappear when I was scared?
Would I hide when I didn't know what to say?
Yes, I think I would. You see
I wouldn't use this power for bad
No,  not at all I would use it to hide me
When everything gone wrong

Original Poems II

Ladder Poem 
Snowy night
Snow
Falling softly
Among my nose
Making me feel chills
Along my bare face
Making me smile
With teeth
Chattering

TERZANELLE

How I relax

Looking out from my bedroom window on my old chair I am curled

I stare into the darkness 

Wondering if I'm the only one who wonders about the world

I sit at my window and watch as snow piles begin to gather at my address

And make the green grass turn to while mounds of magic 

I stare into the darkness

I listen to the peaceful silence while its still snowing

I let my eyes close and just listen 

I listen to the sound of snow falling, of light winds blowing 

I can hear the sounds of the little critters eaten

I can hear my dog snoring in my living room

I close my eyes and just listen 

When I breath I inhale the cool air as if I am a vacuum

I let myself taste the coldness and pureness of the air

I can hear my dog snore in the living room

I am numb with relaxation every ware

I stare into the darkness

I let myself taste the coldness and pureness of the air

Wondering if I'm the only one who wonders about the world 

Free Verse 

Listen

Walking down the halls

Down the street 

Up the stairs to my room

With knowing exactly what I want to say 

and

When I want to say it

I want to share it but I fear  

That it will never be forgotten

I want to tell someone 

everything

all that I worry about

the stuff that I worry about the no one else 

does 

I don't want to be told that everything will be okay

I don't want to be told anything

I just want some one to simply 

Listen

Original Poems I

MUNDANE 


Dust Bunnies 

Big round puff balls 

floating freely
As you step past them they catch even the slightest wind from you and fly,
Fly away

Dust Bunnies come in all shapes 
They come in all sizes
Some are created from dust and dirt
But some are formed from more elegant things, like the strings from you mothers cashmere sweater 

Although the dust bunnies live so freely 
So carefree, so happily 
They always end up in the same place...
The garbage 


Once in a while a dust bunny will get lucky  
They will not be disturbed and will find a quiet place to stay 
A place ware they won't get bothered with vacuums and brooms 
And they can stay there peacefully and still, carefree 






Concrete Poem 
A Bit to Fit 

             A bit is hard to fit                                                                  A bit is hard to fit
            why                               you                                                                             some                                  of
         may                                       ask                            bit                                       them                                      need
     and                                              I'll      Is different and has a unique mouth      easy                                                  bits
         tell                                       you                               bit                                  and                                            others
          that                                      it's                                                                       need                                        hard
               very                          hard                                                                            harsher                              ones
                    because each horse                                                                                           a snaffle bit is my favorite

PANTOUM

The Field

Looking at the open fields
I finally feel free 
I feel that if I wanted to run I could 
Just keep running and running forever

I finally feel free 
Standing in the open field
Just keep running and running forever
I will go right into the sunset ahead

Standing in the open field
I feel that if I keep walking 
I will go right into the sunset ahead 
And never be bothered to come back again 

Looking at the open fields
I feel that if I keep walking
And never be bothered to come back again
I feel that if I wanted to run I could

 

What I Need to Know about WRITING AND WRITERS to Become a Better Writer

I would like to explore more bout the publishing parts of writing. Even though the speakers talked a little about publishing, that didn't anwser all of my questions and it made me wonder even more about the publishing process. I want to understand how to get something published in newspapers or magazines or even a whole book published. I think that this will make me a better writer because I will know what the publishers are looking for. I think that knowing this information will help me and other kids get more inspired to write. Also knowing about how things get published has always been a real intrest of mine. I have always wondered the exact details about what happens. If this was my topic for my documentary I think that it would benefit both me and my classmates.




1/17 Speaker=*****

Round Four: Marni Gillard

After I read the story "High Dive", there was one thing that got my attention at the very beginning, and that was the foreshadowing. I liked how they had her on the diving board about to jump and then re-winded back to earlier that day.  It let me know what was going to happen and it got me interested and kept me reading. I also liked how Marni used the "swan" lesson in her story. It helped me imagine her brother, Jimmy, in my head as I was reading this, trying to give her advice on how do do a high dive. Another reason why I liked why she brought  up the "swan" lesson was because I wasn't quite sure what a high dive was, but when the "swan" was brought into the story it helped me understand what she was talking about and trying to do.
In the "Journey Chapter" I think that how she includes her past story telling experiences works best in this. It helps you understand a little better about what she is trying to say. It is hard to decide what to cut out of this because there is so much important information in it. She really teaches you how to develop a oral story and tells you how her stories have changed and improved over time. I also liked how she included her audiences reaction to the story and how that effects how she tells it. It was interesting to read about how each class she talked to liked something different, One class really like the "four andthreequarters" and another class really liked the "life guard with BIG muscles". If I really had to cut something out of this I would shorten up the "Reliving and Recording the Tale " section. I feel like that section sort of drags on and I kept losing my focus on it. Specifically the little details that seem unnecessary. This has so many details to begin with, it seems to over do the details a little to much. The part about her talking to Doug and reliving the fall was really good and interesting, but I don't think that she would need anymore that just that in this section.

Round THREE =Mary Moriarty

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop:
This poem is about learning how to lose. In these types of poems you repeat a line in the 1st, 6th, and 18th line. The line "the art of losing isn’t hard to master" was repeated in this poem. The last word should be repeated in the 3rd, 9th, and 19th line. The word "disaster" was repeated in the end of those lines in this poem. The rhyme scheme in this poem is abaabaabaa... until the last line. There is 19 lines in this type of poem.
Good planets are hard to replace by Morgan Kehn
Good planets are hard to replace
Can't you see that
It's time to pick up the pace

We have no where else to go, we can't go to space!
All this time we have been acting fat
Good planets are hard to replace

We have become addicted to our cars to bring us place to place
It's time to pick up the slack

We need to hurry up and get with the pace

We need to go back and reface
The reality, we know for a fact
It's time to step up to the base

It's our time to step up to the base 
It's our time to take the bat
We all need to work together because Earth is all of our birthplace

We will sprint into this race
 This is no time to get scared and scat
Good planets are hard to replace
Oh yes, we will come in first place

The Back Seat of my Mothers Car by Julia Copus:
This poem is very interesting. Its almost hard to figure out what its about. I had to read it several times to figure it out, and I'm still not to sure what it is about. I think its about a daughter being taken away from her father by her mother. The format of this poem is one that I have never seen before. The poem is written once, and then repeated again but backwards. The first line of the poem is "We left before I had time" and the last line of the first stanza is "with the cool slick glass between us", but that line is also the first line of the second stanza. Sense the poem is repeated again backwards  for the second stanza, the last line of the poem is "we left before I had time."

I thought that the poems roaming with my father, I go back to may 1937, and track photo were very good poems. I think that these poems were all a lot easier to read and understand then the other poems I have mentioned in this blog post. Roaming with my father was clearly about the "sundays in summer" that Mimi and her mom and dad went "roaming after church". I think that this poem is very relaxing to read. I go back to may 1937 was obviously about Sharon Olds thinking about talking to her parents back when they were " about to graduate, (and) they are about to get married." She wanted to tell them "stop, don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman, he’s the wrong man," but she wants "to live" so she just lets them continue. Lastly Fatherland was a little confusing but still manageable to read through without getting to confused. This is about Mimi going to "homecoming" and seeing all of the fathers waiting around. I thought all of these poems were very unique and interesting.

http://www.free-extras.com/search/1/swings.htm
 Swings
I spent most of my time on you when I was young
I laughed on you then cried when I fell
I remember pumping with my legs to get great height

I would runt to you with nothing to do
I would let you take me up to the top
I would let you take me to the sky

I miss those days of such simple pleasures
I wish things were still that simple
I will once again come to visit you old friends
I will come to you with boredom and you will give me the sky

1/10 Speaker =**** 4

Marilyn Kemp – Mystery Writer

Marilyn Kemp has been writing mysteries for quite a while. She has many books published and many books of hers have been awarded. She not only writes, but she also teaches classes for older people about writing and she also thought classes at  collages for writing. Marilyn is very dedicated to her work, she travels all over including "Northeast" to teach her courses and talk about writing.
From what I have read I think Marilyn Kemp has a very unique type of writing style that is hard to achieve. I think that she writes in a mature way, but still keeps the reader awake and interested in the book. Her plots for her books are very interesting and different, which is a reason why I think she is so successful. Her characters are one of a kind. She has " two nosy Puritans as detectives" and a "young minister with training to reveal the guilty secrets of the human soul."  Who could resist reading about characters like that? She has very catchy titles for her books which make you want to read the book as soon as you can. I would assume that her readers are old teens to adults. I wouldn't think that children would be reading "Dieing in a Winter Wonderland".

Questions:
-When did she start writing?
-What was the process that she had to take to get a book published?
-Does she enjoy teaching younger or older people more?

1/6 Speaker = ? (absent) 

Round one=Susan Cominos

Susan Cominos is a very accomplished poet. She won the Yehuda Halevi Poetry Competition in 2010. She also has won many other awards. Susan currently live in New York working as a freelance journalist.
Susan's poems are ecribed as some people as a "bit of a maze". I agree with that statement. Her poems are very interesting. From what I have read I sense that she likes to write about different religions or times of history. She wrote a poem called "Getting out of the Roman bath" that was truly baffling. Susan uses such creative words that it can get a little overwhelming to read. Also the detail that she puts into this poem is very interesting. When she writes "a girl who plans to hang mezuzahs by the bed, dangle instruments," you can almost imagine a young girl putting up a mezuzah above her bed. Her style of writing is very professional. She defiantly writes for adults, not children. I think that people appreciate her writing so much is because it is so rare. You don't read about a covet to be compared as "shalt fail to sway the sky," in a everyday newspaper. also you don't use the word covet to mean a desire or wish in your everyday speaking. I think that Susan likes you use unusual words in her writing. It makes you think and put the poems together more. Between the religious or historical content and the complex words that Susan uses in her poems your brain is working very hard by the end of her poems.