Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Thursday, Feb. 28th (section 1)

Agenda: 

1. Students finished discussion on Pike by Ted Hughes. Turned in Worksheets.






2. Students turned in edited poems.

Homework: 

Complete worksheet for The Hunting Snake by Judith Wright.

10 comments:

  1. My heart is like a raging fire
    that is eager to devour;
    My heart is like an abandoned orphan
    instilled with vengeful loathe;
    My heart like an active volcano
    imminent to erupt;
    My heart compacts all of these
    Because rival has come to me.

    Etch it deep into the minds and wounds
    let fear be with the souls of oppressors;
    Slice through the hearts and brains
    and let blood drain the joy and peace;
    Raise me a glass of victory
    for the sun will shine constantly upon me;
    Because the foe of me the foe of life
    Is come, the loathe has pierced through me.

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  2. My hatred is like a shadow on its own
    it goes around and stays alone;
    My hatred is like a disaster
    it kills, and rarely wander;
    My hatred is like a lifetime ending
    Once it comes it often rings;
    My hatred is outrageous and indestructible
    because my darkness is come to me.

    Darkness strikes my heart
    and the gloominess haunts me down;
    Slaughters emotions, take away intentions
    and never brings back attention;
    Opens my soul
    and lets it drown;
    Once I hate, I always hate
    because my darkness is come to me.

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  3. My heart is like a heroic child
    protesting amongst the fighting crowd;
    My heart is like courageous solider
    lonesomely charging to his doom;
    My heart is like a questing knight
    approaching the dragons den
    My heart is more gallant than all these
    Because my courage’s has come to me

    Splendour in divine plunders;
    enclosed in the merit of perseverance
    Conquer greatest fears with the face of your master;
    do not fall at petty feet
    Hoist the sails at first light;
    crusade for glory and great eminence
    Because the pivotal of my life
    Is come, my courage has come to me

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  4. My final breath is like a cheated mother
    learning to love a fruitless child.
    My final breath is like a sunken ship
    silently slumbering in its bed of rust.
    My final breath is like a lacerated soldier
    tearing the binds to a losing war.
    My heart is more accepting than all of these
    Because the scythe has come for me.

    Give me a bed of sparklers and garnets
    and a blanket of permanent departure.
    Brush golden dust on my casket
    to ablaze the infinite dark.
    Bring garlands and bouquets dripping with pearls
    to show the love of many.
    Because the ultimatum of my life
    is come, the scythe has come for me.

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  5. My heart is like a bubbling hot spring
    Surging forth from my lungs
    My heart is like a burning ember
    Glowing defiantly for unending centuries
    My heart is like a prancing deer
    Overjoyously waltzing through a sprawling wood
    My heart is gladder than all these
    Because my love has come to me

    Bring platinum platters of plump, ripe fruits
    To weave into the finest meals
    Preserve this day in transparent crystal and honey amber
    Grown from the blood of trees
    Construct grand, engraved obelisks
    In limestone with silver embroidery
    Because the birthday of my life
    Is come, my love is come to me

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  6. My heart is like a cloudless day,
    with the sun gleaming in our eyes:
    My heart is like a drought covered country,
    at the first sight of rain;
    My heart is like the spark,
    that ignites a light is the dark;
    My heart is gladder than all of these
    Because my love has come to me

    Paint all the black walls orange,
    so they'll know we were here;
    Lets feast like Gods all day and night,
    and rejoice on this blissful day;
    Carve our names on this table,
    so when we return we will remember this day
    Because the birthday of my life
    Is come, my love is come to me

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  7. My heart is like a bleeding soldier
    Left to die on the mud-covered battlefield
    My heart is like an emaciated, stray dog
    Lingering in the reticent streets
    My hear is like a withered leaf
    Desperately clinging on to its branch
    My heart is more forsaken than all these
    Because abandonment has come to me

    Leave me in a cold, concrete room
    Surround me with piercing, barbed wires
    Blanket me with a cloak of invisibility
    And trample with the feet of those who know love
    Besiege me with jovial, heartfelt families
    As I continue to acknowledge my deserted heart
    Because at the abyss of my heart has come,
    Abandonment has come to me.

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  8. My heart is like a hungry flame
    feasting upon what lies ahead
    My heart is like a possessive urge
    desperate to have, rather than earn
    My heart is like an unbreakable cage
    ready to trap her away from others
    My heart is more greedy than all of these
    Because my love has come to me

    Eliminate those who show her love
    to let her know she's mine
    Manipulate her mind, blind her eyes
    to only think of me all the time
    Kill her upon my death
    so even death cannot take her away from me
    Because the love of my life
    is come, the greediness has come to me.

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  9. My heart is like a triumphant Olympian,
    Exulting delirium from the highest peaks of the worlds
    My heart is like a charged canon,
    Thrusting with momentum across clear blue skies
    My heart is like a drumming beehive,
    Thumping with drone of the bees
    My heart is more prideful than all of these,
    Because my prize has come to me.

    Pile up medallions and trophies of pure gold,
    To adorn my neck and arms like royalty
    Summon the finest jesters and symphonies,
    And enchant me with a blanket of melodies
    Write fine pieces of literature,
    In reminiscence and awe of this monumental day
    Because the birthday of my life
    Is come, my prize has come to me.

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  10. My heart is like fallen leaves
    crumpled and fragmented on the cold pavement;
    My heart is like a dear friend
    clinging on in a warm embrace for the last time;
    My heart is like a summers day
    when the skies are overcast with shadows;
    My heart is dismal than all these
    Because my love has come to me.

    Light a candle with a stricken match,
    that reveals the calming scent of sulphur;
    Compose a few significant letters,
    and bind them with my personal seal;
    Carve my name into a rusted trinket,
    that enslaves my wrist from memories
    Because the finale of my life
    Is come, my love has come to me.

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