An example of onomatopoeia would be included in a knock-knock joke; and what about the joke: Knock-knock. Who's there? Boo. Boo who?Don't cry, I was only joking. Even though it's a joke I'm using onomatopoeia. An example alliteration would be Dan’s dog dove deep in the dam, drinking dirty water as he dove. Meaning the dog played in the mud or a dirty puddle. An example of an internal ryhme would be Now we had arranged, through notes exchanged. Early that afternoon, at number four to dance no more,
But to sit in the dusk, and spoon. I have a hard time figuring out what this means but it's saying the person danced for a long time.
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Figurative Lanuage Content Paragraph
Basketball's my favorite sport.
I dribble up and down the court.
The ball goes bouncing above my toes
and I hope I will ever be with the pro's.
He stumbles back and grabs his nose
and hits the wall and down he goes.
The other players stop and stare.
They've never heard the teacher swear.
With no one scoring anymore.
I grab the ball. I shoot. I score.
I love this game! It's so much fun.
Coaches cry, but we have won!
And there's no telling if I'm done.
I dribble up and down the court.
The ball goes bouncing above my toes
and I hope I will ever be with the pro's.
He stumbles back and grabs his nose
and hits the wall and down he goes.
The other players stop and stare.
They've never heard the teacher swear.
With no one scoring anymore.
I grab the ball. I shoot. I score.
I love this game! It's so much fun.
Coaches cry, but we have won!
And there's no telling if I'm done.
"Legal Alien/Extranjera Legal" Before You Read
It's hard to explain this sort of topic. I felt I was in the middle of reality and fake feeling, sometimes I think reality is in our dreams and this is just an illusion that we can only leave as we sleep. My staff says that dreams are supposed to tell you everything and it's like a puzzle that has to be solved. Anytime I sleep and wake up my memories go blank and can't remember a thing. Some people who are into this sort of stuff have note books neaar their desks so that they write down everything before the person forgets. This is tough I always dream of jumping so high that I'm 500-700ft in the air. Does this mean I have a goal to jump higher or is it a sign that I eventually am. Theory's are that we leave out body as we dream, this is crazy. If that then where do we go??!?!?!?!?
"Ballad of Birmingham" Before You Read
I wouldn't be to glad or happy about some random guy writing a poem about my life, because my life's story is to be locked inside me whether than to put my business out there. If wouldn't be to comfortable, I never met this guy writing a poem about me what would be the reason to write a poem about me, for what purpose. Now if he was my long lost friend then maybe, otherwise I would deny the approval.
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" Before You Read
When I look into these orange groves I only see nothing. A place full of wilderness, it has no oranges because it was harvest or sold. The orange groves at SPA are like regular tree's, but before I walked through this adventure of wilderness with Stephon. We approached this vulture and it was almost 4 feet to about 5 ft tall. All black and dark as charkel, features of a raven and a falcon. There were three of them, eating a rabit like some savages but since they are big of course they killed the rabit. Three on one? Why can't one kill another?
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Figurative Lanuage Content Paragraph
Literal and figurative language is a distinction in traditional systems for analyzing language. Meaning that theres more to metaphors and similies and personification. They are not just words, it's words that help you create images that are unothadox. Things that will confuse you if we didn't study these kind of poems, understanding metaphor's will help you understand what the message in a story or poem, same thing as smilies and personification that are figurative languages.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
"Boy at the Window" Before You Read: Silly Childhood Fear
When I was little, I was afraid of height's on roller coasters. But now I think it's pretty fun and exciting like when your stomach tenses up. My worst time being afraid was in California Adventures, a roller coaster called "Screaming Mountain" and had real fun even though I was afraid of looking down. It actually went upside down, or looped and went at least 90-110 mph. So if I wanted to ride this roller coaster I closed my eyes all the time, but recently I rode this roller coaster in The Del Mar Fair and almost fell off the ride. I don't know what it was, when I got out my thighs were sore, neck was sore. Almost fell down if I didn't lose my grip, so I thought about playing basketball, going to school, childhood memories, close to death I held on throughout the ride. Would I have died or would I have been in a wheel chair, or another broken arm in which I already have broken. I'm lucky and I bless god that I"m here as of today.
"The Seven Ages of Man" Before You Read: From My Rocking Chair
"Hello youngster I'm going to tell you a story of mine." Andrew pats his son's hair and tells him a story of a life time. So it all started in Paradise Valley Hospital, San Diego California. I had a hard time growing up, being stubborn as I am today. Starting kindergarten in Ms.Freeburn's class it was hard for me to spell my name, read words, but then my mom put me through hell. Making me read every sentence in "No, David No!" I didn't know anything, I did what was told. When first grade came along in Ms.Fogel's class she made me read as well. When third grade came along Ms.Monroe pulled my ears, yelled at me to pay attention. Then finally she taught me multiplication and now multiplying is like learning the ABC's for me. Fourth grade was hard because multiplying then turned into division. Reading out loud, but the best part is recess. Now fifth grade was coming soon, my dad made me work and work until I mastered multiplying. Years passed and here I am 15 years, other things has happened but for now erase the past and become successful. Failure is not an option to where I'm heading. "So little one, follow your dreams and live it well."
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
"Haiku" Before You Read: SPA Haiku
I spot Dragonfly;
As it flies by;
A sparrow glides away;
Practice starts, that's okay;
In a way;
But where I am today;
I lay;
So this ends the day;
As it flies by;
A sparrow glides away;
Practice starts, that's okay;
In a way;
But where I am today;
I lay;
So this ends the day;
"Woman Work" & "Daily" Before You Read: Chore List
Wake up, stretch, wash my face, put my contacts on, put clothes on, put shorts on, put shoes on, put deodorant on, go to the cafe, head back to boys 4, brush teeth, wash face again, head to school, do classwork period 1, do class work period 2, go to the cafe to eat lunch, go back to boys 4, go to basketball practice, go back to boys 4, eat dinner, watch discovery channel, go to the gym, go back to boys 4, take shower, brush teeth, listen to New Boyz on my stereo, pray or think I'm praying, go to bed.
"A Blessing" Before You Read: Break into Blossom
The time when I blossomed was when I went hiking with Stephan, we were almost 200ft-400ft high and the people seen on ground level were the size of fleas.San Pasqual was small as well, but when we hit the top the view was something I never seen before. The sun blended into the mountains making mountains overshadow, making it look gloomy. It was nice, but the part were I blossomed was getting down this 600ft mountain under 30-40min then it hit me, I knew it wasn't possible but Pablo, AJ, and Kevin were like wild apes jumping;running down the steep edges. So that pushed me into doing the same so I was leaping and running, and finally I became to surpass my fears. But I glared at the top of the mountain then it was almost as a dream. I was not hurt except for my shoe, it ripped on the edging of a rock.
Monday, July 11, 2011
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