Puppet Show: When I Was Young

When I was young...

Grandpa: Ryan, it's time for you to go to bed now...
Grandson: I don't want to!
Grandpa: But it's getting late, or the Lurkers will come!
Grandson: What Lurkers?
Grandpa: You really wanna know?
Grandson: Yes! Yes! Tell me!
Grandpa: Alright. Now you just get onto that bed and I'll tell ya.
Grandson: Yay! Storytime!
Grandpa: Oh, I wouldn't say its a story, it's a legend
Grandson: What's a legend?
Grandpa: A legend is a foretold myth that is true and people have seen it with their own eyes.
Grandson: Wow, am I a legend?
Grandpa: Heh heh, well I don't know son, but you sure have a curious mind!
Grandson: Grandpa, could you tell me about the Lurkers now?
Grandpa: Oh ya right! So, legend says, that the Lurkers come out at night just like this one, to take little children who aren't in bed. And--Are you scared already!?!
Grandson: Yes...
Grandpa: Well, then you ain't as brave as I thought.
Grandson: Yes I am!
Grandpa: Alright. If you say so. So, the Lurkers are horrible creatures whom live in the mountains and have thousands and thousands of arms to grab the little children.
Grandson: Ahhhhhhh! They're going to eat me!
Grandpa: So you better go to bed!
Grandson: Will they eat eat me if I'm in bed?
Grandpa: No, they won't, cuz I'll be watching.
Grandson: Hey, what's that sound?
Grandpa: It's nothing, just probably the wind.
Grandson: But what if it's a Lurker?
Grandpa: Impossible!
Grandson: But you said they come on nights like tonight!
Grandpa: Oh you'll be fine. Besides, when I was young, in the mountain boy scouts, I was very helpful with everything. I helped everyone. It was like I had thousands and thousands of arms, and they called me the Lurker!
Grandson: I don't get it, but goodnight grandpa.

Poetry Wordsearch

Poetry

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

A| Hope is the thing with feathers
B| That perches in the soul,
A| And sings the tune--without the words,
B| And never stops at all,


C| And sweetest in the gale is heard;
D| And sore must be the storm
C| That could abash the little bird
D| That kept so many warm.


    I've heard it in the chillest land,
E| And on the strangest sea;
E| Yet, never, in extremity,
E| It asked a crumb of me.


~ Emily Dickinson

Legend:

Rhyme Pattern

Alliteration

Assonance

Consonance

Metaphor

The Eagle

A| He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
A| Close to the sun in lonely lands,
A| Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.


B| The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
B| He watches from his mountain walls,
B| And like a thunderbolt he falls.


~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Legend:

Rhyme Pattern
Alliteration
Assonance
Consonance
Simile

Group Limerick

There was a cow who yelled moo.

He fell into his own poo.

A magician with spells,

had saved him from hell,

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo.

Credits to Mark Wu

Waters

In the distant sea.

Marine life seems to glisten.

Waves of pure allure.

The swift silence of water.

Blends good tidings of the heart.

Tanka.

1. Five lines
2. 5-7-5-7-7 syllable pattern
3. Written about nature/emotion/personification

Rain

Drip, drop, here they come.

Splish, splosh, their melodies hum.

The beauty of rain.

Haiku.

1. Three lines
2. 5-7-5 pattern
3. Written about nature
4. Seventeen syllables in total.

Attitude

Some days I feel so sad,
some days I cannot last.
Some days there is no glad,
some days I have a blast.


When life seems to get hard,
Take a look at the world.
The anger, the pain, barred,
Weeps will wither and whirl.


What means a lot to all,
is attitude! that's all!

Analysis of CXXXII

Thine-eyes-I-love,-and-they,-as-pit-ying-me,
/ / / / / / / / / /
Kno-wing-thy-heart-tor-ments-me-with-dis-dain,
/ / / / / / / / / /
Have-put-on-black-and-lov-ing-mour-ners-be,
/ / / / / / / / / /
Loo-king-with-pret-ty-ruth-upon-my-pain.
/ / / / / / / / / /
And-truly-not-the-mor-ning-sun-of-hea-ven
/ / / / / / / / / /
Bet-ter-be-comes-the-grey-cheeks-of-the-east,
/ / / / / / / / / /
Nor-that-full-star-that-us-hers-in-the-ev-en,
/ / / / / / / / / /
Doth-half-that-glo-ry-to-the-so-ber-west,
/ / / / / / / / / /
As-those-two-mour-ning-eyes-be-come-thy-face:
/ / / / / / / / / /
O!-let-it-then-as-well-be-seem-thy-heart
/ / / / / / / / / /
To-mourn-for-me-since-mour-ning-doth-thee-grace,
/ / / / / / / / / /
And-suit-thy-pi-ty-like-in-eve-ry-part.
/ / / / / / / / / /
Then-will-I-swear-beau-ty-her-self-is-black,
/ / / / / / / / / /
And-all-they-foul-that-thy-com-plex-ion-lack.
/ / / / / / / / / /

CXXXII Thine Eyes I Love

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,

Have put on black and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O! let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.

Ideal Dad

Jason
Dad sees me leave.
He passes his work to his boss.
Hardworking, loving, greatest dad of all.

Kelly
Dad usually drives dangerously.
His height is very tall, and we can hide behind him. 
Dad goes diving to dig diamonds in the deep dark ocean.

Mark
The old dude who reads news on the moon.
He wears a suit that suits and he looks cute.
He watches football while sitting nude and his team lose.

Steven
Dad Vrooms in the driveway.
The door creaks as he comes in.
Tap tap he walks to  my room.

Chinese New Year

Chinese New Year
Fresh, New, Bright
Eat, Drink, Cheer
Luck, Money, Pride
Chinese New Year


Fish, Chicken, Soup, Sweets, Envelopes
Life, Income, Beer
Luck, Education, Wealth
Chinese New Year

Clever

Clever
As poor as a lord.
As strong as a herd,
As cute as a pony,
As smart as nerd.


As thin as a dimension,
As white as a lie,
As fit as a block,
As dumb as a fly.



As bald as an eagle,
As neat as a freak,
As proud as a soul,
As ugly as a geek.


Use fresh similes when
you speak and you write,
so your friends will think you are
quite clever and bright.

Ant is Pig

First of all, I completely disagree with this so called "metaphor", but nevertheless it is part of the assignment to agree. Ants are wonderful creatures, unlike pigs...

Notice the Resemblance!

Reasons:

1. Ants eat almost every minute, pigs eat almost every minute, thus, ant is pig.
2. Ants are small, but have warm, teamwork hearts; pigs are big, but have cold, lazy hearts (they are fraternal twins).
3. Ants appear to run slowly, pigs are slow, ant is pig.
4. Ants appear to be greedy and are thieves; pigs are greedy and are thieves.
5. Ants look ugly, pigs are ugly.
6. Ants overflow their stomachs, pigs already have.
7. Ants come red/pink and black; pigs come in pink and black.
8. Ants live on the Earth; pigs live on the earth.
9. Ants live in soil; pigs love the mud.
10. Ants reproduce adequately; pigs reproduce adequately

The Network Designed to Share

You know a blog when you see one!

What Am I?

I am a network designed to share.

I have words, poems, and polar bears.

I look dull, interesting and strange.

I enjoy journals, articles, squares.

What Am I?

I am as quick as Facebook.

I cannot feel, be real, or see.

I dislike swears, viruses, and hacks

I can upload, post, and add a marquee.

I am a blog.

Life As We Know It

My life.

Bliss.

Like oceans, vast, countless mysteries.

Computers of technology, cars, and money.

A home, love, and a sister.

wisdom, sleep, and time.

(undiscovered).

Parents.

My life is full of adventure and wondrous expeditions.

My life.

Strong Words

I am

Gentleness, Desperation, Boldness.

I like to swim and play hockey.

Care is important to me.

Truth is important to me.

Will is important to me.

I look at problems to be another adventure opportunity.

Pain is my weakness,

but pain is nothing compared to death.

People cannot face the truth.

We are foolish beings.

The Earth dies and we will perish.

I am

Diamonte: Mountain & Oceans

Mountains

Green, Billions

Shifting, Protect, Inhabit

Titans, Giants, Waves, Exploration

Roam, Supply, Destroy

Vast, Powerful

Oceans

The One and The Only

I am the one and the only.

I wonder if I can fly.

I hear the flutter of freedom.

I see an angel cry.

I want to write a column.

I am the one and the only.

I pretend to travel remotely.

I feel the wind blow through me.

I touch the decaying bone.

I worry most about ye.

I cry when I'm forever alone.

I am the one and the only.

I understand if you're lonely.

I say nothing is impossible.

I dream of no pain, but a game.

I try avoiding the hospital.

I hope I am not the blame.

I am the one and the only.