First day onomatopoeia!
Kayaking
Rrrrrrrr, whiiirrrrrr
click, click
Pshhshshshh
Zzztzztzzzzttt
spshhhshslsh
clunk
sskskskskstch
Espresso!
Whirrr rrrrr rrrrr
whahaherrrr
Pshshsh gurgle gurgle pshshshsh
Clink, tink
Swsshhs
ENGL 216 Poetry
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Increasing Silly-bulls
Clouds billowed endlessly
when bursting expected
they vanish magically
the sunshine overcoming
when bursting expected
they vanish magically
the sunshine overcoming
Flash back to September!
Remembering Poem
Oh..... Canada
Our home and native land
True patriot lvoe
In all our sons command
...
We stand on gaurd for thee
... glorious and free?
with glowing hearts we s...stand
the True North strong and free
...
Oh..... Canada
Our home and native land
True patriot lvoe
In all our sons command
...
We stand on gaurd for thee
... glorious and free?
with glowing hearts we s...stand
the True North strong and free
...
Autobiohazardmemoryonder
This poem is made up of:
memory
sensation
place
fact
colour
command
myth
animal
another memory
and another sensation
Rinding along in the seat on back of his bike. Soft sand between my toes in the cold spring water. High up in a tree. Okanagan is ninety miles long. Her hair is yellow like sunshine. Stop and turn around. If you touch poison ivy you will get a rash every year on the same day for the rest of your life. He waits, then stealthily when no one is around, he pounces upon the unattended ham on the kitchen counter. Gramma rests her hand beneath my chin, smiling at me, she doesn't need to say anything. Wind whips wisps of loose hair. Breathing in deep wiffs of musty old books.
memory
sensation
place
fact
colour
command
myth
animal
another memory
and another sensation
Rinding along in the seat on back of his bike. Soft sand between my toes in the cold spring water. High up in a tree. Okanagan is ninety miles long. Her hair is yellow like sunshine. Stop and turn around. If you touch poison ivy you will get a rash every year on the same day for the rest of your life. He waits, then stealthily when no one is around, he pounces upon the unattended ham on the kitchen counter. Gramma rests her hand beneath my chin, smiling at me, she doesn't need to say anything. Wind whips wisps of loose hair. Breathing in deep wiffs of musty old books.
T-Poem
black tea
Earl Grey
Orange Pekoe
fruity herbal tea
Passion
Lemon Zinger
green tea
Jasmine
and mmm, mmm, matcha!
Earl Grey
Orange Pekoe
fruity herbal tea
Passion
Lemon Zinger
green tea
Jasmine
and mmm, mmm, matcha!
Another Repetative List Poem-er
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
is my favourite author.
No,
P.G. Wodehouse
is my favourite author.
No,
Lionel Shriver
is my favourite author.
a random start at a list poem from in-class times
is my favourite author.
No,
P.G. Wodehouse
is my favourite author.
No,
Lionel Shriver
is my favourite author.
a random start at a list poem from in-class times
Attempt at a Multiple Choice Poem
Do you use the word like regularly in conversation?
a. like, never!
b. like, sometimes I guess.
c. me? Like totally!
d. like, none of the above.
a. like, never!
b. like, sometimes I guess.
c. me? Like totally!
d. like, none of the above.
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