Preethika

My final thoughts

14/02/2011 I really enjoy poetry weather its boring or not because it use very discriptive language and words that I wouldn't have heard before. It is interesting to hear stories or feelings of the poet or someone else. I love it because it takes up my free time in a more better way than sitting at home and watching television. It was a memorable experience to see different types of poetry. In my previous school we had not looked into poetry other than comprehension questions.

04/01/2011 I like some poetry because they tell stories of the poet's life and sometimes end up as a mystery. It is like reading a story book but in a different format and with very unique words. Some poetry expresses the poet's feelings. Not all of them are interesting. Some depict love, some sadness and others depict daily life issues.

06/01/2011 I feel that after looking at some poetry its is pretty interesting but i still see poems that are hard to understand and boring.

10/01/2011 I think this poem describes daily life issues. But it is interesting to read until the end. The poet isn't very detail in this poem but yet I get a vague idea of what he means. By reading many poems I like poems because now I get the style they write in. It is very interesting on how a story can be transformed into a few stanza's with very detail description. =**__Haiku__**=

__Haikus__
//Violets-// //how precious on// //a mountain path// //Basho- __05/01/2011__//

__Soldiers__
//Fighting for freedom, // // Fall of a valiant soldier // // Resting in the Lord // //Udiah//- __//06/01/2011//__

**I like this poem because it is very patriotic. It is about this soldier who ready to die for his country. A possible fact that the poet was not in a good mood or angry.**
=**__Rap__**=

__Haircut rap__
//Ah sey,ah want it short,// //short back an' side,// //Ah tell him man,ah tell him// //Ah sey,ah want a haircut,// //Ah can wear with pride,// //So lef' it long on top// //But short back an' side.//

//Ah sey try an put a pattern// //In the shorter part,// //Yuh could put a skull an' crossbone,// //Or an arrow through a heart,// //Meckn sure ah have enough hair lef ‘// //Fe cover me wart,// //Lef a likkle pon the top,// //But the res'- keep it short.//

//Well, bwoy, him start to cut// //An' me settle down to wait,// //Him was cuttin’ from seven// //Till half past eight,// //Ah was startin' to get worried// //‘Cause ah see it getting late,// //But then him put the scissors down// //Sey, ‘there yuh are mate.'//

//Well ah did see a skull an a// //Criss-cross bone or two,// //But was me skull and bone// //That was peepin' through,// //Ah look just like a monkey// //Ah did see once at the zoo,// //Him sey, 'What's de matter, Tammy,// //Dont yuh like the hair-do?'//

//Well a part of me heart stop beatin'// //When me look pon me reflection,// //Ah feel somet'ing frizzy up// //Right up e middle section// //I look aroun' fe somewhey// //I could crawl an' hide// //The day I mek my brother cut// //Me hair short back an' side.// //Valerie Bloom- 06/01/2011//

**__Everybody rap__**
//Can you do a rap?// //Can you do a rap// //Can you make a rhyme?// //Can you make a rhyme?// //Can you link up words?// //Can you link up words?// //To help me blow my mind?// //To help me blow my mind?// //Poetry's the thing// //that we can do// //To show there is no difference// //Between you and me.//

//Black and white// //are all the same// //And those who say different// //are mad insane.//

//Do you agree?// //I said do you agree?// //If you agree// //Say yowl with me.// //SuAndi-09/01/2011//

It is very uncommon to see that. Which is why this poem is unique. I think she was in jolly mood when she wrote the poem.
=__Free choice__=

**The Brook**
// I come from haunts of coot and hern, // // I make a sudden sally // // And sparkle out among the fern, // // To bicker down a valley. //

// By thirty hills I hurry down, // // Or slip between the ridges, // // By twenty thorpes, a little town, // // And half a hundred bridges. //

// Till last by Philip's farm I flow // // To join the brimming river, // // For men may come and men may go, // // But I go on for ever. //

// I chatter over stony ways, // // In little sharps and trebles, // // I bubble into eddying bays, // // I babble on the pebbles. //

// With many a curve my banks I fret // // By many a field and fallow, // // And many a fairy foreland set // // With willow-weed and mallow. //

// I chatter, chatter, as I flow // // To join the brimming river, // // For men may come and men may go, // // But I go on for ever. //

// I wind about, and in and out, // // With here a blossom sailing, // // And here and there a lusty trout, // // And here and there a grayling, //

// And here and there a foamy flake // // Upon me, as I travel // // With many a silvery waterbreak // // Above the golden gravel, //

// And draw them all along, and flow // // To join the brimming river // // For men may come and men may go, // // But I go on for ever. //

// I steal by lawns and grassy plots, // // I slide by hazel covers; // // I move the sweet forget-me-nots // // That grow for happy lovers. //

// I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, // // Among my skimming swallows; // // I make the netted sunbeam dance // // Against my sandy shallows. //

// I murmur under moon and stars // // In brambly wildernesses; // // I linger by my shingly bars; // // I loiter round my cresses; //

// And out again I curve and flow // // To join the brimming river, // // For men may come and men may go, // // But I go on for ever. // // Alfred Lord Tennyson-09/01/2011 //

=== **I like this line in the poem "For men may come and men may go but i will go on forever". It actually speaks fact. I also like the way how he writes the poem in detail.This poem clearly states that the poet is putting himself in the place of a river**. I do not understand when he says 'I loiter around my cresses.' I am not sure whether it is a spelling mistake because I got from the net.===

**Daffodils**

 * //I wandered lonely as a cloud// **
 * //That floats on high o'er vales and hills,// **
 * //When all at once I saw a crowd,// **
 * //A host, of golden daffodils;// **
 * //Beside the lake, beneath the trees,// **
 * //Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.// **


 * //Continuous as the stars that shine// **
 * //And twinkle on the milky way,// **
 * //They stretched in never-ending line// **
 * //Along the margin of a bay:// **
 * //Ten thousand saw I at a glance,// **
 * //Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.// **


 * //The waves beside them danced, but they// **
 * //Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;// **
 * //A poet could not be but gay,// **
 * //In such a jocund company!// **
 * //I gazed—and gazed—but little thought// **
 * //What wealth the show to me had brought:// **

//William Wordsworth-10/01/2011// ===**I like this poem because I like the way he describes how the daffodils dance. Many may think it is ridiculous but I think he is just stating how the flowers move in the breeze.William Wordsworth to me is a day dreamer, because how he describes how he just dreams, lays on the couch and so on. I suppose that daffodils a his favourite flower for he has such joy in seeing this flower.**===
 * //For oft, when on my couch I lie// **
 * //In vacant or in pensive mood,// **
 * //They flash upon that inward eye// **
 * //Which is the bliss of solitude;// **
 * //And then my heart with pleasure fills,// **
 * //And dances with the daffodils//. **

=**__Sonnet__**=

**A sonnet**
// I sing a sonnet for you, // // to immortalize my love, // // I sing a sonnet for you, // // such ethereality as further memories, // // such pureness as youth sights, // // such beauty as smile's meaning, // // I sing a sonnet for you, // // to tell my infinite love after years, // // may tomorrow be late, // // I sing a sonnet for you... // //Nasibeh Daneshvar- 10/01/2011// ===**I like this poem because it depicts the poets love for someone. I feel the poet's lover likes sonnet. That's why he wants to recite/sing a sonnet for her. The poet feels peaceful and so in love. I couldn't understand the part where he says 'to tell my infinite love after years'. It sounds as if he loves someone but is getting married to another.**===

From fairest creatures we desire increase
// From fairest creatures we desire increase, // //That thereby beauty's rose might never die,// //But as the riper should by time decease,// //His tender heir might bear his memory:// //But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,// //Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,// Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. // William Shakespeare-11/01/2011 // ===** When many people told me about William Shakespeare,and how great his poem was, I didn't believe it **//. //** But when I read this poem, I realized how nice he writes sonnets. I didn't understand the part where he says ** **__ Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. __** ** I think it means you are your own foe. Which is very true. I like the part when he says ****__ Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament __**** and ****__ Pity the world, or else this glutton be __**//. //===

=**__ Free verse __**=

** The Night of the Scorpion **
// I remember the night my mother // // was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours // // of steady rain had driven him // // to crawl beneath a sack of rice. //

// Parting with his poison - flash // // of diabolic tail in the dark room - // // he risked the rain again. //

// The peasants came like swarms of flies // // and buzzed the name of God a hundred times // // to paralyse the Evil One. //

// With candles and with lanterns // // throwing giant scorpion shadows // // on the mud-baked walls // // they searched for him: he was not found. // // They clicked their tongues. // // With every movement that the scorpion made his poison moved in Mother's blood, they said. //

// May he sit still, they said // // May the sins of your previous birth // // be burned away tonight, they said. // // May your suffering decrease // // the misfortunes of your next birth, they said. // // May the sum of all evil // // balanced in this unreal world //

// against the sum of good // // become diminished by your pain. // // May the poison purify your flesh //

// of desire, and your spirit of ambition, // // they said, and they sat around // // on the floor with my mother in the centre, // // the peace of understanding on each face. // // More candles, more lanterns, more neighbours, // // more insects, and the endless rain. // // My mother twisted through and through, // // groaning on a mat. // // My father, sceptic, rationalist, // // trying every curse and blessing, // // powder, mixture, herb and hybrid. // // He even poured a little paraffin // // upon the bitten toe and put a match to it. // // I watched the flame feeding on my mother. // // I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the poison with an incantation. // // After twenty hours // // it lost its sting. //

// My mother only said // // Thank God the scorpion picked on me // // And spared my children //. // Unknown-11/01/2011 // ===** This poem is probably dated to the times when people believed in reincarnation, magical healing and healing with sayings. This can be seen in the last paragraph and 4th paragraph. The mother was later alright but the way they did the healing was as if she couldn't see the daylight again. Long time ago, they believed in reincarnation that is when the soul goes to another body and repays for its past lives sins. The neighbors **__ buzzed the name of God a hundred times to paralyse the Evil One. __** The 'Evil one' they refer to is the scorpion. I like this poem because it has a mystery feeling to it. **===

//My game face is blue.// //I must put it back on, see// //How much of my glory was real// //And how much fever.// //I see drawn eyes, too much marring,// //A suit of swan feathers// //Without the matching shape.// //And however I imagine lights,// //No straw spins to gold.// //I see as I have been seen,// //Not radiant, but ashine in hope// //Yet to see a finish//. ===** I like this poem because it is most probably about this picture. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was about picture. But I don't get it when he contrast 2 ideas.' ** //too much marring,// //A suit of swan feathers// '. Horses and swans are not usually seen next to each other.I also think that the poet is not done with the picture. The last line states 'yet to see a finish'.=== =
 * Mirror, Mirror **

__**Ballad**__=

**A Monster Named me**
//I yearn to be free,// //But there is something inside,// //Something dreadful is holding me,// //The beast and monster to me has cried,// //Cried through all the day long,// //Bitter is its nagging song,// //Ballad after ballad, death and pain,// //I fear hope willn't return again,// //Oppressed and abused all hopes lost,// //My heart is the one that pays the cost,// //The sorrow and pain they beat in my chest,// //Like a thousand drums, oh, when shall they rest?// //Palious Thatcher// - 11/1/2011

**The Gothic Poem**
//I walk carelessly down the dark road// //My heavy black boots constantly clicking// //Clicking on the cold cement// //My long black and velvet Trench coat// //Billowing in the slight breeze// //My Chest slightly rising under my tight corset// //My chains on my pants jingling together// //As I walk down this Moon lit road// //Staring up at the midnight moon// //This is the ballad// //The ballad of the lost// //Of the silent warriors// //Of the people you pass by and call freaks// //Of the people// //Who will save your soul// //For our souls are pure// //Our souls sing this ballad// //The ballad of the night// //The ballad of the pure hearts// //Ankoku Gekido- 11/01/2011//

I like this poem although it is sad. The way the poet describes himself most probably in a graveyard. Ankoku Gekido is may be a goth fo the way he writes is utter most sad.
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__**Cinquian**__=

// Dog // // Loyal, Brave // // Loving, Playing, Guarding // // Best friend of man // // Pet // //Dawn Slanker// -11/01/2011 ===**I like this poem because, the poet describes my favourite animal. He speaks truth when he says dogs are man's best friends. One can compare a dog's loyalty to a cat's! I couldn't get the tittle though. It wasn't stated in the net.**===

// Country // // Powerful, Prideful // // Obeying, Unmoving, Bleeding // // A land artfully deceived // // Malaysia // //Dawn Slanker- 11/01/2011// === **I like this poem because it describes my home country. I actually changed the last word from 'America' to 'Malaysia'. I hope that is allowed. Because America is not my native country and I liked those words linked to Malaysia.** ===

__**Calligram**__



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 * || ===** I like this poem because it is humorous and interesting. Calligrams are now one of my favourite poems. One can experiment with calligrams anyway they like. ** I don't like the part in the poem when it says 'manslaughter.' Sadly l couldn't get the tittle of the poem or the poet. === ||
 * || ===[[image:http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR898kDA7PPaa2VUU5ag7t1yT7rGysAhVLsP25AoxCVP5UXfzfOBQ width="243" height="208"]]**I like this poem for it is slightly humorous. He did so much just to get a cookie. I suppose the poem is in the night because he keeps shushing the cat and blaming the wall. I don't get the part when they say 'I like big, big words like caterpillar, big ice cream cones.'i couldn't find the name of the poet and the tittle of the poem because I got it from Google** === ||


 * __Limericks__**=

Stuff and nonsense
// A poet composing a Limerick // // Said finding a rhyme gave him quite a kick. // // He rhymed Clever with Ever // // And Weather with Whether // // And found that he'd written a Cork // //Janice Windle- 12/01/2011//

===I like this poem because it rhymes.I don't understand the last sentence //__ And found that he'd written a Cork __//. I under stand the part when she says__// Said finding a rhyme gave him quite a kick. //__ Who ever that poet was describing it clearly stated that he/she liked rhyming words.===

St. Patrick's Day
// There once was a clover named Kate, // // Who sat on the edge of a plate, // // The fancy folk dined, // // On foods of all kind, // // Then tossed her at quarter past eight. // //Leanne Gunther-12/01/2011// ===**I like this poem funny. The clover was there to give the food a aroma or some taste.When 'Kate' is tossed off that means dinner is done and 'Kate' is in the dustbin.The poet was definitely in a jolly mood when she wrote this poem.**=== =

__Humourous__=

Drive Thru
// I rose this morn with much to do - // // Hopped in the car and off I flew. //

// No time for breakfast, that I knew - // // Glad "Dunkin DoNuts" has Drive Thru. //

// In need of dollars, quite a few - // // Went to the bank teller's Drive Thru. //

// Then filled all my prescriptions too - // // At "Pharmacy's" brand new Drive Thru. //

// Some bills to mail in box of blue - // // Off to the "Post Office" Drive Thru. //

// Picked up the laundry cleaned anew - // // Just stopped at "Suds & Duds" Drive Thru. //

// With lunchtime near, my tummy's queue - // // Got a "Big Mac" from the Drive Thru. //

// The car by then was low on fuel - // // Full serve at "Shell", just Drive on Thru. //

// And when they fill the tank for you - // // Your car's washed free - in their Drive Thru. //

// Library books were overdue - // // The curbside slot is a Drive Thru. //

// Then videos must go back too - // // "Blockbuster" has their own Drive Thru. //

// In need of milk and bread, I knew - // // I stopped at "Dairymaid's" Drive Thru. //

// The family asked "Please, can we do - // // The "Drive In" show when dinner's thru??? // //Nancy Mess- 12/01/2011//

===**I like this poem because it is ridiculous yet funny. The poet seems to be such a lazy person. All this happens in her poems defiantely. None of it happens in reality except McDonald's, the petrol wash and Dunki'n doughnuts. I think the family got fed up with her crazy ideas.**===

**Where do all the teachers go**
// Where do all the teachers go // // When it’s four o’clock? // // Do they live in houses // // And do they wash their socks? //

// Do they wear pyjamas // // And do they watch TV? // // And do they pick their noses // // The same as you and me? //

// Do they live with other people? // // Have they mums and dads? // // And were they ever children? // // And were they ever bad? //

// Did they ever, never spell right? // // Did they ever make mistakes? // // Were they punished in the corner // // If they pinched the chocolate flakes? //

// Did they ever lose their hymn books? // // Did they ever leave their greens? // // Did they scribble on the desk tops? // // Did they wear old dirty jeans? //

// I’ll follow one back home today // // I’ll find out what they do // // Then I’ll put it in a poem // // That they can read to you. // //Peter Dixon- 12/01/2011// ===I kike this poem because the way Peter Dixon writes it is as if he is a naive child or a dumb child. It is pretty obvious that the teachers where once children. And like all children they where naughty. I liked this line,__ Were they punished in the corner If they pinched the chocolate flakes? __===

**It is very nice if one actually sees a teacher's childhood but one can detect many similarities.**
=**__My Own Poems__**=


 * Two Friends**
 * By Nikki Giovanni**


 * Lydia and Shirley are best friends.**
 * They share everything in,**
 * common.**
 * No one can break their friendship**
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 * Marshmellows**
 * By Preethika Nair**


 * During my childhood days,**
 * The taste of the sugary marshmellows pleased me**
 * Although the sweet shop weren't everyday,**
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 * Daffodils**
 * By Preethika Nair**

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 * Daffodils of glory,**
 * Silent by the moon,**
 * Lake so still,**
 * Love rose slowly as,**
 * she left.**

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 * Random**
 * In the log cabin,**
 * Aunt Jean cannot be even seen!**
 * Wife stresser,**
 * Winter snoozer,**
 * Seal-teaser,**
 * She dealt among the untrodden ways,**
 * There is nothing to say or write,**
 * Who will not,**
 * She could not play an instrument or dance**


 * No Sense**
 * By Preethika Nair**

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 * Megalosaurus and Horses,**
 * Love sliding down snowflakes,**
 * In the death of the sun.**
 * Dogs hide in the cabooses of the train,**
 * While Skipper Pinching,**
 * Looks on from the gunwales**

__Poetry__ Poems are like a song, Odd feeling of joy fills me, Every time I hear my favourite poem. Tears of happiness, Roll down my cheek, You feel the same, don't you? By Preethika Nair

__ The Cinema’s __

I walked into the cinema theater, I was late, The people started started shouting ‘Oi move a side’ I sat on my seat, The gorilla’s cries were heard, Ooh,ooh,Aah,aah The wolves started howling Aaaoooohhhhhh,aaaoooohhhhh. The sound is deafening me, I run out screaming Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! by Preethika Nair

I like poetry much, much better because I have seen so many poetry and it actually changed my mind set. Usually it bores me so much that I sleep or just ignore it when it is being read out. Now I would rather listen to it and probably get some new ideas in case I would like to write a poem. This lesson even thought me to write poetry even though I know the my poetry writing is far worse than commenting on them. I like this experience because I get to know more people and gives me vocabulary experience. I definitely read more poems to see how much I can understand the mystery or the suspense.