Tuesday, December 22, 2009
My Kind Of Present
that was worth
the wait on a timeless night,
worth the tears
and worth the fight
it won't have
beef and it won't
have steak
won't be creamy
and it won't be
cake
it won't be yellow
it won't be blue
it may not even
have a hue
it won't be a
gift that you
tear open greedily
or wait for stealthily
the one you knew
was coming all along
my kind of
present is worthwhile
waiting in the room
with cold black tile
something that
may never come
something that is
ended before it
has rightfully
begin
something that is
worse than hate
worse than future
and worse than fate
something you will
wish for, but maybe
never have
something you might
even count on
in the middle of the night
my present isn't
a pitch-black raven
or a starch white dove
the kind of present
i need
is love
Treaty!
the big black
general with
his thick green
coat
hard crinkled
skin like
polished cherry wood
forty-six badges
lined up in a row
what an honor
to bestow
strides over
to the new general
the other side
the opposing team
new general
with oiled skin
stark-white
like the moon
on a cloudless
night
night and day
at war
what reason
is there any
TREATY!
a big black
voice from the
big black man
aiming a gun
at the bleached
old land
the big white
general with his
stark-white skin
recoils at
the sight
of the big black man
BOOM
says the gun
with a thick
full voice
gone is the
tree with
thick green
pine needles
once stood tall
and mighty
doomed with
man-made thunder
cursing her trunk
the big white general
with a deep grey coat
winces at the
sight of the fallen
pine
no treaty there
the man may
know this
quite honestly
peace is a treaty
honest to your
puny badges
who do you honor
says the big black man
big black man
you are no
match for bombs
and guns
said the big white man
i am human
throughout my life
shells and rifles
bear no threat
said the big black man
Teapot is broken
screams little
daughter of
big black man
general winces
mummy is home
sick in bed
i came here
for you
instead
and the big white man
with his true white smile
invited the man
to a small
little tent
and they sat
and talked
and worked out
a deal
for each other
and there was
no more war
'tween night
and day
and the little
girl still
hums and
sings and
prays......
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Poetry Sharing Event
Friday, November 20, 2009
Lifeline Database
Living on earth is sad and true
Proud and Failing
Living and mistaking
Love for a true life
Self-respect
Honesty
Responsible
Caring
This is what they want you
To Be
And yet....
We fail them
Over and Over
It strikes you
Have you seen this
Have they seen you in there
Laughing
Stealing, and hurting
Cursing, and letting
Your sadness out
Have you failed me.......
Or will you now?
Love is a difficult thing
It is the rebellious child
Of Hate
And the beautiful child
Of the First Angel
First Death
First Love
Lifeline Database
You find only information
That makes you go mad
Immortality
Is death
Mortality
Is true living
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Autumns Past
Maybe
Michigan
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
This is what they believe:
FALL
Owl on the Hunt
Swooping, diving, faster than ever,
the darkness engulfs me, this pretty little blur of colors.
Flying back home to that sweet hole in the tree,
the chicks are waiting once again.
Always so frightening, I have never seen so many,
with their scary long legs and no wings at all!
Whooping, exclaiming, pointing at me, only as I come by.
Then I see dinner, there on the grass.
This is the only reason I accept their presence.
Another ball of fluff, laying in the yard.
As I swoop down with ease like the cool summer breeze,
I almost feel sorry.
I pick him up, he seems so helpless,
but now, my chicks will be happy.
Friday, November 13, 2009
A Pondering Moment: Class Comments
Tomorrow
Ripples Triple
Take A Penny
A poem is...
Mushy Peach, Overripe Heart
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Poetry Off The Page: Three Things To Do
Call it poetry, sound art or spoken word.
Your task is to tell me what it is.
First:
Pick two short video poems to watch:Limited Fork Video Anthology. Then in your poetry packet, on p 12 (Sound Art) record the title of one of the video poems, tell me what it's about, and answers the questions.
Next:
Comment in 2-3 sentences on two of the recordings linked below using the questions as prompts.
Last of all:
Return here and leave a comment with your definition of poetry/sound art/spoken word.
Tomorrow, we will wordle some poems. If you would like to post any of your poems on this blog (either anonymously or with your name) email your poem to carbinem@gmail.com or talk to me in class. Enjoy your exploration of poetry in video and sound! Pretty soon we'll be recording your poetry :)
Ms. Carbine
Other Useful Links
Rhyming Dictionary
Sometimes it's easier to look up a word that really only has the ending sound. Because, the dictionary may not find words that rhyme with Carbine, but it will find lots of words that rhyme with mine. Remember rhymes are better when spread out with lots of other words in between.
See how your poem can be rearranged on Wordle.
Try out some magnetic poetry or play word ruffle.