Tuesday, November 3, 2009

3rd poem from tyler

Music is what makes you move Music is what makes you groove Music can be good or bad depending on how its usedMusic can make you choose different clothes to wear Music can make you change your hair Music can make you choose new friendsMusic can make you want to danceMusic can make you fight Music can make everything alrightMusic can take care of you when your aloneMusic can make everything feel like homeMusic can harm and take awayMusic can make you want to stayMusic is the only friend I haveMusic is my mom and dadMusic is what keeps me alive When I feel like I can't survive
third poem from Tevin
I chose this poem because it is about happiness. My essential question is what makes me happy. I can relate to allot of what this poem is saying. This is like the entire theme to my essential question. I can use allot of these ideas. I really like this poem. Being independent is a very joyful thing. Happiness is bliss because sometimes you or someone you know is better off not knowing something. Sometimes people might not be ready for the truth. So the saying you cant handle the truth is true in some situations. All and all that’s why I picked this poem.
second poem from Tevin
I chose this poem because it is about family. My family makes me very happy. A large portion of my paper will be about my family. It also talks about love. Love is one big thing that causes happiness. I love allot of people because I have a big family. My family is awesome, I always have allot of fun with my family. Although my family is very dysfunctional we are really close. Family is cool because you can yell and hate each other one day and be all cool the next, and be having fun. Some people don’t get along with there family. I get along with most of my family, except for my cousins. My cousins are cry babies. And that’s why I choose this poem
poem 1 from tevin
This is my first poem. I chose this poem because I liked it, it is short simple, and it says allot without saying much. There would be no life if there wasn’t death, there would be no good without the bad, there would be no hear if you don’t have a soul, without you brain you would not have feelings, there would be no cause if there was no consequence for that cause, if there was no night there would be no day without day there would be no nigh, without love you would not be able to hate. It is saying that we have to have the good to have the bad and without the good there would be no bad. It is saying that life is better with both happiness and sadness. This poem has put allot of words into just a few simple phrases.

k-sever second poem

STOP!

There they picked on the little black kid.
He was an outcast in this unjust world.
Those rumors they spread,
the violence that occured,
they pointed and chanted
"go back to your kind!"


That girl down the street,
starved heself to fit in.
To be able to where a size two,
or to run down a runaway.
She dropped out of school to continue her wrong life.



Why can't these problems stop?
Why can't people relize what they put themeselves into?
Take the time to think.
sit for a while.
rethink your actions over,
snd hit the reset button.
To do another chapter in life.
And to change your ways.

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second poem from tyler

Music is what makes you move Music is what makes you groove Music can be good or bad depending on how its usedMusic can make you choose different clothes to wear Music can make you change your hair Music can make you choose new friendsMusic can make you want to danceMusic can make you fight Music can make everything alrightMusic can take care of you when your aloneMusic can make everything feel like homeMusic can harm and take awayMusic can make you want to stayMusic is the only friend I haveMusic is my mom and dadMusic is what keeps me alive When I feel like I can't survive

Poem 3 from Homer

The Cattle Country
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Up the dusk-enfolded prairie,
Foot-falls, soft and sly,
Velvet cushioned, wild and wary,
Then--the coyote's cry.

Rush of hoofs, and roar and rattle,
Beasts of blood and breed,
Twenty thousand frightened cattle,
Then--the wild stampede.

Pliant lasso circling wider
In the frenzied flight--
Loping horse and cursing rider,
Plunging through the night.

Rim of dawn the darkness losing
Trail of blackened soil;
Perfume of the sage brush oozing
On the air like oil.

Foothills to the Rockies lifting
Brown, and blue, and green,
Warm Alberta sunlight drifting
Over leagues between.

That's the country of the ranges,
Plain and prairie land,
And the God who never changes
Holds it in His hand.