We have been spending a
significant amount of time on poetry. This week, I want you to find a
poem that you admire. Whether it's a classic childhood poem, a newly
discovered poem, or a poem that we have read in class, choose one and
copy and paste it into your post.
BE SURE TO INCLUDE THE NAME AND THE POET!
Then,
in at least 8 sentences, explain why you like the poem. Talk about the
figurative language, the rhythm or rhyming, or the overall meaning of
the poem. What makes it so great? Is it powerful? Is it cheerful? Do you like the mood or tone it conveys?
Your post is due no later than Friday at 5pm!
Homework Machine
ReplyDeleteby Shel Silverstein
The Homework Machine, oh the Homework Machine,
Most perfect contraption that’s ever been seen.
Just put in your homework, then drop in a dime,
Snap on the switch, and in ten seconds time,
You homework comes out, quick and clean as can be.
Here it is – “nine plus four?” and the answer is “three”.
Three?
Oh me…
I guess it’s not as perfect
As I thought it would be
Homework machine by Shel Silverstein has been my favorite poem for a long time. The reason I like this poem is because the kid starts of thinking the machine will help him with his homework because he is too lazy to do it and then he realizes it doesn't work. I thought that was funny because there’s a picture that goes with the poem and it shows a baby doing the work. This shows that even a baby could at least attempt doing the work and the kid doesn't. I also enjoy this poem because it would probably happen in real life where a kid doesn't want to do his homework so he tries to get out of it. Lastly, the poem is funny because the baby is trying to earn a little money as it states "drop in a dime."
This poem also has poetic devises including repetition, rhyme and alliteration. The example for repetition is "the homework machine, oh the homework machine" what's being repeated their is homework machine. An example of rhyme is "then drop in a dime... and in ten seconds time" the rhyme there is dime and time. Lastly, an example for alliteration is "snap on the switch" the alliteration there is snap and switch. These are all the reasons why I like Homework Machine by Shel Silverstein.
ReplyDeleteI've dreamed many dreams that never came true,
If tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you…
I chose the poem “If Tomorrow Starts without me.” because it means a lot if you read it a few times. To me, the poem was very touching and actually said something about life. For example, we are all going to experience death and miss someone that passed on. When I read this it makes me sad because it just happens so fast that you can’t do anything about it. For instance, in the poem it states, “So much left yet to do, it seemed almost impossible.” This verse in the poem is so realistic because when someone you are close to passes on it just seems like it didn’t happen, like I could just go back and do something about it. A couple poetic devices in the poem are rhymes and repetition. For example, in the poem almost every other line ends with a word that rhymes with the one above and there is repetition because the poet repeated and a good amount of times to start a variety of different verses in the poem.
Television
ReplyDeleteThe most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.
Roald Dahl
I like this poem because I think it gives an important message.The message is how you could teach your kids to read a book instead of having to sit and watch T.V. The tone of the poem is kind of a fun tone. Even though the message is important I would still watch T.V.
My opinion is its not good to watch T.V. all the time but its okay to watch T.V sometimes. There's lots of rhymes in it. I think rhymes can make it powerful.
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
ReplyDeleteWould not take the garbage out!
By Shel Silverstein
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fried and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That it finally touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late. . .
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
By Shel Silverstein
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!
I don't know a lot of poems. Especially poems made made for kids. This poem is very funny and perfect for all kids. I loved this poem from the day I read it in second grade. I remember the whole class cracking up because they thought it was so funny. This poem also has a message for all kids. The message is stated in the last two lines of the poem"But children, remember Sarah Stout And always take the garbage out!". Clearly, the message is to always take the garbage out or you'll end up Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout. One other reason I love this poem is that It has so many rhymes. The poet thought of a bunch of things that go in the garbage and arranged the words in ways they would rhyme. I love how the poem is a story. It is a story of what happened when Sarah didn't take the garbage out.
The poem has alot of poetic devises. One of them is an alliteration. For example one popular one is "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout".One other one is rhyme. This poem has alot of rhyme one example is"Brown bananas, rotten peas, Chunks of sour cottage cheese.". In this rhyme cheese and peas rhyme. The last one is exaggeration. For example "The garbage reached across the state,". This is and exaggeration because the garbage can't really reach across the state.Clearly "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out!" is my favorite poem.
Seal By William Jay Smith
ReplyDeleteSee how he dives
From the rocks with a zoom!
See how he darts
Through his watery room
Past crabs and eels
And green seaweed,
Past fluffs of sandy
Minnow feed!
See how he swims
With a swerve and a twist,
A flip of the flipper,
A flick of the wrist!
Quicksilver-quick,
Softer than spray,
Down he plunges
And sweeps away;
Before you can think,
Before you can utter
Words like “Dill pickle”
Or “Apple butter,”
Back up he swims
Past Sting Ray and Shark,
Out with a zoom,
A whoop, a bark;
Before you can say
Whatever you wish,
He plops at your side
With a mouthful of fish!
This poem we read in class just stood out to me. It matched my personality. The happy fun going type of attitude. Also it was a concrete poem which is my favorite type. The imagery of the poem helps me understand what the poem is about. Also there were many poetic devices in the poem that helped to bring the writing to life. All the rhyming is one of the devices.
"Before you can think,
Before you can utter
Words like “Dill pickle”
Or “Apple butter,"
Besides bringing this poem alive these rhymes also gave the poem a happy vibe. So overall Seal by William Jay Smith was a happy good experience for me.
The poem I chose was My Beard by Shel Silverstein.
ReplyDeleteMy beard grows down to my toes,
I never wears no clothes,
I wraps my hair
around my bear,
and down the road I goes.
This poem has one poetic device witch is rime witch is illustrated in every line. This poem is a naritive poem because it describes
him raping him self in hair and going down the road. This is my favorite poem because of the rhymes and how short it is.
Once there was a tree....
ReplyDeleteand she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy."
"I am too big to climb and play" said
the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed up Read more →
the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.
"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.
"I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?"
" I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy."
And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy," she whispered,
"come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play,"
said the boy.
"I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk
and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away...
and be happy."
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.
And after a long time
the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy,"
said the tree," but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak
for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone,"
said the tree. " You
cannot swing on them - "
"I am too old to swing
on branches," said the boy.
This is called The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. This has been my favorite poem ever since my teacher read it to us in second grade. I like this poem because its about a boy who loved hanging out with the tree. Then he grows old and the tree keeps offering him things. I also like this poem because the tree stays loyal to the boy even though he keeps leaving. The boy basically takes advantage of the tree, but the tree doesn't care. The tree keeps giving the boy everything she has when he needs it. At the end of the poem the tree runs out of everything. Also the boy gets very old so he doesn't want anything from the tree anymore. Although the tree keeps saying that she wants to give him thing but she has nothing left. Also there are some poetic devices. One poetic device I found was basically the whole poem is personification because a tree can't really do any of these things, and a tree can't really talk. Also another poetic device I found was repetition because the poem say "and" a lot.
Children Learn What They Live
ReplyDeleteBy Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.
If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
Copyright © 1972 by Dorothy Law Nolte
Children Learn What They Live by Dorothy Law has been my mothers favorite poem for as long I can remember,and because of that I have come to love it.The reason I like the poem is because I really think its true. I believe what it says because I can apply all the statements made in it
to my life. The negative statements the poem makes such as If you live with fear, you will be apprehensive is true. I was bullied and now I tend to be more tense around people, not knowing if it is going to happen again. My parents have always been very fair with me so I was more tolerant than most would’ve been when I was being bullied. My parents are always honest with me and I try to be truthful with them too. I feel like I am very respectful and my parents taught me that. I’m lucky to live with kindness,consideration and security. I am thankful to them for this.These are all of the reasons why I like Dorothy Law.