Poems and Such
Oct. 6, 2009

An Imaginary Circus and What Happened There

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In school I have to study a book called The Roar On The Other Side, it's a really fun book, and every other week I have to pick a project to do. In this week I picked a project called BRIC-A-BRAC WORDS. In this you have to get the dictionary(we used The American Heritage Dictionary) and randomly pick a word that sounds interesting to you, not paying any attention to the meaning. You then collect 10 to 12 words and apply them to a poem that is 8 to 12 lines, we tried it and this is what we came up with:

An Imaginary Circus and What Happened There

The Arabesque Acrobats pirouetted perspicuously across the stage.
The cockerspaniel decided to wear knickerbockers to the circus.
A volcano spit Vespertinal Rocks, hitting the Circus Director on the head.
Flinkites stopped mid-air.
Sloganeer snakes slithered across the ring.
A Sloganeer pounced upon a niggling mouse.
The Cartulary collapsed.
The Lassitude Lassoers lassoed a loose tooth.
Glockenspiel gave a sigh of relief when all was calm again.

 

If you find this interesting, and would like to know how to do this with your own family or with a group, here is my procedure: Pick someone to go first (no arguing, please) then have them randomly pick a interesting (and perferably long) word that seems to go well with the theme that you picked. (We picked a circus) You then write it down. After this is finished, give the dictionary to the person on their right and have them repeat the procedure. After you have the desired amount of words, go to the person who picked a word second and ask them to make a sentence using the word that the first person picked. Keep this up, asking each person in turn to make a sentence with the word that the person before them had picked. Put them together make a poem, and it is finished!

 

I highly reccomend this book!

Sir Richard

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Dec. 17, 2008

Beowulf (Bay-oh-wolf)

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Hello, I haven't been around because of school, tests, and other time-consuming activties. Anyway, I persuaded my mom to let me put up a post since I hadn't put one up since November 2nd. So now I've decided I would put up a poem I had written and see how you like it.

 

"Then Beowulf bethought the boasts of his men.

Called them to his side,

Set out to the dragon's huge stone tower

By the side of the sea.

When the army and Beowulf

Arrived at last,

Beowulf made a speech

That was royal, rich, and long,

He also beseeched his men

To come at his bidding.

Then Beowulf went in;

Into the beastly tower,

He tried to sneak

Up on the beast,

But the beast was already waiting.

So when Beowulf took the last turn,

The dragon was ready to send flaming fire

Down to meet Beowulf.

Beowulf fought bravely,

Then called out for his men,

But all of his men had fled,

All but one.

He came to Beowulf's side,

Fought victoriously,

But he could not save his master's life.

 

I hope it told you what the book is about, and also sounded poetic, I also hope you noticed a little alliteration.

 

Sir Richard

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Sep. 10, 2008

The Circus

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Sal's up first, the flying trapeze,

 She jumps and lands with ease.

 

Daniel's up next, he swings through the breeze,

Along the sky, and through the trees.

 

Reginald pushes Daniel as he circles a bee,

Daniel keeps going higher, with flying fleas.

 

Daniel goes higher,as he swings to and fro,

If he isn't careful, he'll hit the show!

 

Daniel hit the wall, fifty times that day,

But the show went on, for a year and a day!

 

The crowd never left, the crowd never goes,

But nor do they tire of the sparkling show!!!!!!!

 

-Sir Richard

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Mar. 11, 2007

New Homemade Poems

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Here is one, and only One of the new homemade, poems.
the others you can find in the entry: Homemade Poems.


The Zoo
Me and you,
went to the Zoo,
'T', and  '2',
Went there too,
There we met,
Two by two!


There are also explanations for understanding the poems
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Sep. 19, 2006

Poems from Rudyard Kipling

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How the Whale got his Throat
  (from Just So Stories)
by Rudyard Kipling
When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
  Because of the seas outside;
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
And the steward falls into the soup-tureen,
  And the trunks begin to slide;
When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,
And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,
And you aren't waked or washed or dressed,
Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed)
You're 'Fifty North and Forty West!'
How the Leopard got his Spots
  (from Just So Stories)
I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones,
'Let us melt into the landscape--just us two by our lones.'
People have come--in a carriage--calling. But Mummy is there....
Yes, I can go if you take me--Nurse says she don't care.
Let's go up to the pig-sties and sit on the farmyard rails!
Let's say things to the bunnies, and watch 'em skitter their tails!
Let's--oh, anything, daddy, so long as it's you and me,
And going truly exploring, and not being in till tea!
Here's your boots (I've brought 'em), and here's your cap and stick,
And here's your pipe and tobacco. Oh, come along out of it --quick.
How the Camel got his Hump
  (from Just So Stories)
The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
  Which well you may see at the Zoo;
But uglier yet is the hump we get
  From having too little to do.

Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,
If we haven't enough to do-oo-oo,
    We get the hump--
    Cameelious hump--
The hump that is black and blue!

We climb out of bed with a frouzly head
  And a snarly-yarly voice.
We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl
  At our bath and our boots and our toys;

And there ought to be a corner for me
(And I know there is one for you)
    When we get the hump--
    Cameelious hump--
The hump that is black and blue!

The cure for this ill is not to sit still,
  Or frowst with a book by the fire;
But to take a large hoe and a shovel also,
  And dig till you gently perspire;

And then you will find that the sun and the wind.
And the Djinn of the Garden too,
    Have lifted the hump--
    The horrible hump--
The hump that is black and blue!

I get it as well as you-oo-oo--
If I haven't enough to do-oo-oo--
    We all get hump--
    Cameelious hump--
Kiddies and grown-ups too!
From the Elephant's Child
  (from Just So Stories)
I Keep six honest serving-men:
  (They taught me all I knew)
Their names are What and Where and When
  And How and Why and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
  I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
  I give them all a rest.

I let them rest from nine till five.
  For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
  For they are hungry men:
But different folk have different views:
  I know a person small--
She keeps ten million serving-men,
  Who get no rest at all!
She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs,
  From the second she opens her eyes--
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
  And seven million Whys!
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Apr. 15, 2006

THE SEA, WAVES, AND ME

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“Oh Sea, Oh Sea,

How large is your load?”

“10”, said the Sea, as he listened to me.

Then to the Waves I said,

“Do you ever get tired?”

“Yes”, said the Waves, “I get tired of my brother pushing me!

“Waves and Sea, oh Waves and Sea, you must come to like each other!

“We do, we do,” said the Sea

“Well I don’t, said the Waves.

“Why, not?” asked the Sea confusedly

“Because you push me!” said the Waves.

“Well that’s part of nature!” I said.

-a poem in the style of Emily Dickenson

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Mar. 9, 2006

Memorized Poems from Emily Dickinson

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THE BEE IS NOT AFRAID OF ME

 

The bee is not afraid of me

 I know the butterfly

The pretty people in the woods

Receive me cordially.

 

 The brooks laugh louder when I come

The breezes louder play,

Wherefore mine eyes thy silver mists?

Wherefore O summers day?

 

 

I’M NOBODY

 

I’m nobody, who are you?

Are you nobody too?

Then there’s a pair of us,

Don’t tell, they’d banish us you know,

 

 How dreary to be somebody

How public like a frog,

To tell your name,

The livelong day,

To an admiring bog.

 

 

AS CHILDREN BID THE GUEST GOODNIGHT

 

As children bid the guest goodnight,

And then reluctant turn,

My flowers close their pretty lips,

Then put their nightgowns on,

 

 As children caper when they wake,

Merry that it is morn,

My flowers from a-hundred cribs,

Will peep and prance again.  

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Feb. 20, 2006

Homemade Poems

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Sal Thinks

Sal don't think,

even when she writes with ink

RIGHTS FOR CHILDREN

I want my rights, I want to play,
I want to go out side today,
please let me go, and if you don’t,
I might die, see if I don’t.


DRAGON IS

He wants his breakfast it’s plain to see,
but why is he chasing me?


DRAGON ISN’T

He’s had his breakfast; it’s plain to see,
but I hope he won’t start chasing me!


SKY PICTURE

Even though
it’s down below
it means it’s far away.

Explanation of poem:

in a picture, you draw the grass and if your picture is about the outside,

the sky usually is drawn in the background; from the bottom of the page to the top


UNCOMFORTABLE BATS

They squirmed,
they turned,
but they couldn’t sleep,
those poor winged bats.


SOCKS

The sock
    that was dropped
        on the floor
            was taken
                 to the store.

Up
Up went the birds,
Up went the trees,
Up went the world,
And up went me!

Syrup
Syr Up, and
Madam Up,
Went to a ball,
Syr Up was dressed up,
But Madam Up not at all.

The Zoo
Me and you,
went to the Zoo,
'T', and  '2',
Went there too,
There we met,
Two by two!

 
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