I cannot believe this is our final week together at Castellanos. The students have been amazing, and have improved immensely. I am so impressed with the work they have done, and today is no exception. The poem this week was suggested to me by another poet-in-residence, Rachel Javellana. The poem is Psalm 3, by Mahmoud Darwish. The students took variance of Darwish's form and lets us know what their words are all about:
From Ms. Gonzalez's Class:
Poem of Mine
by Daniel B.
When my words were woods
I was lonely
When my words were annoyed
I was a statue
When my words were happy
I was a party
When my words were titled
I was a drawing
When my words were sore
I was a bat
But when my words became
little...
Ants came
and covered me...
When
by Sara B.
When my words were Ms. Sampson
I was happy
When my words were excited
I was a country
When my words were school
I was worried
When my words were paint
I was a brush
When my words were writing
I was poetry
When my words were books
I was reading
But when my words became
sad...
tears covered
my face!
When
by Stephanie A.
When my words were Miami
I was sizzling
When my words were exhausted
I was reckless
When my words were excited
I was unstoppable
When my words were loving
I was too sweet
When my words were hatred
I was impossible!
But when my words were too
caring...
I was a giving tree.
From Ms. Formisano's Class:
When
by Kevin L.
When my words were slow
I was Japan
When my words were broken
I was a wall
When my words were quiet
I was a door
When my words were rough
I was running
When my words were loyal
I was the floor
But when my words become
loud...
I was the ocean
When
by Nailha S.
When my words were flames
I was the darkness
When my words were fear
I was impossible
When my words were orange
I was the graveyard
When my words were depressed
I was a roller coaster
When my words were life
I was a bird without wings
But when my words were dead
I was the world
Without love!
When
by Esmeralda Q.
When my words were stars
I was brilliant
When my words were Jupiter
I was far
When my words were heart
I was love
When my words were the sun
I was shining
When my words were the moon
I was day
But when my words are comets
My love
was fast
From Mr. Lukas's Class:
I became...
by Andrew Y.
When my words were dark
I was thinking
When my words were famous
I was stuck
When my words were silent
I was in the center
When my words were cold
I was lonely
When my words were green
I was feeling blue
But when my words became
warm...
I became crowded.
My Mind
by Asucena L.
When my words were waterfall
I was a lion
When my words were pink
I was loved
When my word was fun
I was exhausted
When my word was school
I was stressed
When my word was drama
I was famous
But when my words became
love...
hatred floated in my mind...
My Own
by Heriberto
When my words were Chicago
I was windy
When my words were red
I was annoyed
When words were plain
I was boring
When my words were black
I was the sky
When my words were anger
I was a fire
But when my words became
lost
I was gone.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Weeks 17 & 18: Ex-Basketball Player
This week we read Ex-Basketball Player, by John Updike. The students and I diagrammed the stanzas of the poem to examine how Updike structures his story. Then, the students picked their own characters, their own story and used Updike's structure to write the poem. Here are some great examples:
From Ms. Gonzalez's Class:
Ex-Soccer Player
by Jenny Romero
Karlov Avenue walks past
an elementary school lot, still
walks 2 blocks away from
the school, then stops, cuts
off in a restaurant and walks
1 block more, to Karlov & 28th
Avenue. The Three Brothers
Carwash building, it's on
a corner facing south, and there
is where most days, you'll find
Antonio, who helps Ruben out.
Antonio always sees cars, sponges
and hoses. Their hands always
going so fast, he always makes O's
on the windows to clean them. He
also plays with sponges--more of a
soccer type.
Once Antonio played for the
high school team, the Red Bulls.
He was so good, in fact he was the
best player on the team. In twenty-
five minutes he'd already have
kicked 2 goals in a row. He was
the only one that the team
trusted in kicking goals. Antonio loved
the ball and the ball loved him, too.
His feet were like wild cheetahs.
He never learned the meaning
of a car wash, he just cleaned
the cars as if nothing and makes
the cars spotless as if he was
playing with the ball. When he
cleans cars he just plays with
the windows.
Poem
by Marnee O.
Stewart Avenue will do the trick,
Just go ahead until you hit 12th street,
Make a right turn 'til you see Samroad,
Then you'll see Jimenez Hospital
And there you'll find Dr. Higgenson.
He's right there in the tall, sad building
With sick people everywhere
Passing nurses and doctors attending
Illed patients.
He once played in an underground band,
He was happy playing guitar and
singing. He would impact everyone
With his amazing chords and his
Sweet angel voice.
No he's grumpy and sad. Of course
He feels some comfort in helping people out,
Although he wanted to become a star.
He checks in patients and operates,
He sings to his patients and they applaud.
In off-work time he teaches kids to sing
And play. He makes a song shows
it to them. He imagines they are
his screaming fans.
Poem
by Sara B.
Fernando walks down Cermack Avenue,
past the high school. A little further
there's a power plant, and even further by
Marin Luther King Drive, 1/2 block
to the north, there's a door
in front of a street, covered up.
Where he works you must wear a suit.
No slppy dressing and the food
is very expensive, if you have a lot
of money, sit down and eat.
But be aware that it is very
expensive.
Fernando used to work in a factory
doing plastic carpets and other things,
fixing machines and making them
work faster. At the end of his
shift he already had six machines
working fine and neat.
Fernando picks up cups from tables
and cleans up all the mess, he serves
drinks at this job, it is very hard:
With all his experience with machines
he is used to caring for non-living things
not for people.
Fernando reads outside on
the stairs while petting the dog.
The dog may bite but he takes the risk.
Outside, while he is looking at the cars
he imagines all the machines he fixed,
working perfectly.
From Ms. Formisano's Class:
Tony
by Aniceto D.
Cicero Street past the gamestop lot
Bends with the trolly tracks and lights shut off
Before it has a chance to go to A. U. Wright.
Cicero Avenue Gamestop store
Is right next to Office Depot and there
you will find Tony, who sells video games.
Full of video games and magazines,
Eight on a side, all kinds of video games,
The green, black, and gray boxes.
Some counters have PS2 and PSP games,
Game Informer magazines on the register,
And features of all new games.
He used to play professional football,
He was good, in fact, the best. In '54
He scored more than 40 touchdowns,
A county record, still. The ball loved Tony,
I saw him make 4-5 in one game.
His feet were like wild cheetahs.
He sells games, magazines, and trades games
As a gag. He trades an X-Box game
But most of us remember anyway.
His hands are big and nervous on the cash register,
It makes a difference to the football, though.
Tony goes to La Chiquita and eats some tacos,
Delicious and great, he eats Tacos,
Smokes thick cigars, drinks Agua de Orchata.
Tony seldom says a word to Rosa, just nods.
Tony imagines a thick jalapeno
Is a small football.
Ken
by Servando R.
Passing through Pulaski or Kedzie,
right past the stoplight,
driving into the parking lot, into Walgreens,
getting out of the car and putting on his uniform,
Ken begins his day at his lame job.
Signs filling the entire store,
Sales happening, leaving,
Ken saying, "That'll be $25.38 for
that pair of shoes."
All alright except for a little boy crying
over the toy he didn't get.
Ken remembering his loyalty to the Don,
never getting caught or suspected,
always on the move, patrolling, inspecting,
never on his own supply, always giving
to some broke guy.
Ken watches his cashier
stand with ease,
never knowing when he's gonna mess up.
He tries to count the change he gives back,
but realizes since 7th grade he's
never quite understood math.
After work Ken goes to his mom's
basement (where he lives).
Feeling tired, he goes to his closet
opens the secret door never seen,
and disects the animals he
catches, on his screen.
Ken never had anything or anyone,
always spends his time alone,
he imagins life as a movie star,
like Johnny Depp he wants
star in a pirate film.
Rapper
by Patty E.
His work is in a
studio with people
and more people who
are perfection.
The life of the rapper
is great because he
has a nice house,
cars, and money.
That is great.
His work is writing
songs or making up
raps so we can
listen to the songs.
He could work in
a different place,
even the city of
the famous rappers.
From Mr. Lukas's Class:
Adrian
by Andrew Y.
Adrian works in Oak Park,
near the bowling alley. He goes
to work in his car. He goes
past the bowling alley, right
to the factory.
The factory he works at
is filled with many
different sized boxes as
well as cranes, fans, desk
chairs, metal and machinery.
Adrian used to be a center fielder
on a baseball team. His arm was like
a rocket. He can catch anything.
And every at bat was a homerun.
At work all he does
is sit in the crane and
lift really heavy ofbects.
He works on the assembly
line and works with paper.
After work he rides to Jewel
and buys some beer. Then he goes
home and plays poker with
his family. With the kings, queens,
and jacks, he pictures defensive
players while he's at bat.
Poem
by Omar A.
There he was, going to
work ,the best soccer player
in the world. Driving downtown
to work he sees a soccer
stadium. He gets to his work
which is a sports store
that's right on the corner
next to a music store.
He goes in the
store and gets right to
work. He gets a soccer
ball and starts to do
tricks, his boss sees him
and tells him, "go back to
work."
He sees a guy in the store,
he goes and helps him out.
The guys tells him he's seen
him before.
Ex-Football Player
by Dulce C.
Walking toward work Juan see
Discount World at Drake and
Semskey's next to it. He sees
and Elotero at the corner across the
street.
At work he sees people walking
in, ordering meat, picking out the
fruit and checking out.
He once played football for his high school.
Everyone remembers when he would
tackle other players. He remembers
himself making the winning touchdown
eight times. He would jump up and make
the catch and the crowd went wild.
He works at the meat section.
He cuts the meat, he separates
the good and the bad.
From Ms. Gonzalez's Class:
Ex-Soccer Player
by Jenny Romero
Karlov Avenue walks past
an elementary school lot, still
walks 2 blocks away from
the school, then stops, cuts
off in a restaurant and walks
1 block more, to Karlov & 28th
Avenue. The Three Brothers
Carwash building, it's on
a corner facing south, and there
is where most days, you'll find
Antonio, who helps Ruben out.
Antonio always sees cars, sponges
and hoses. Their hands always
going so fast, he always makes O's
on the windows to clean them. He
also plays with sponges--more of a
soccer type.
Once Antonio played for the
high school team, the Red Bulls.
He was so good, in fact he was the
best player on the team. In twenty-
five minutes he'd already have
kicked 2 goals in a row. He was
the only one that the team
trusted in kicking goals. Antonio loved
the ball and the ball loved him, too.
His feet were like wild cheetahs.
He never learned the meaning
of a car wash, he just cleaned
the cars as if nothing and makes
the cars spotless as if he was
playing with the ball. When he
cleans cars he just plays with
the windows.
Poem
by Marnee O.
Stewart Avenue will do the trick,
Just go ahead until you hit 12th street,
Make a right turn 'til you see Samroad,
Then you'll see Jimenez Hospital
And there you'll find Dr. Higgenson.
He's right there in the tall, sad building
With sick people everywhere
Passing nurses and doctors attending
Illed patients.
He once played in an underground band,
He was happy playing guitar and
singing. He would impact everyone
With his amazing chords and his
Sweet angel voice.
No he's grumpy and sad. Of course
He feels some comfort in helping people out,
Although he wanted to become a star.
He checks in patients and operates,
He sings to his patients and they applaud.
In off-work time he teaches kids to sing
And play. He makes a song shows
it to them. He imagines they are
his screaming fans.
Poem
by Sara B.
Fernando walks down Cermack Avenue,
past the high school. A little further
there's a power plant, and even further by
Marin Luther King Drive, 1/2 block
to the north, there's a door
in front of a street, covered up.
Where he works you must wear a suit.
No slppy dressing and the food
is very expensive, if you have a lot
of money, sit down and eat.
But be aware that it is very
expensive.
Fernando used to work in a factory
doing plastic carpets and other things,
fixing machines and making them
work faster. At the end of his
shift he already had six machines
working fine and neat.
Fernando picks up cups from tables
and cleans up all the mess, he serves
drinks at this job, it is very hard:
With all his experience with machines
he is used to caring for non-living things
not for people.
Fernando reads outside on
the stairs while petting the dog.
The dog may bite but he takes the risk.
Outside, while he is looking at the cars
he imagines all the machines he fixed,
working perfectly.
From Ms. Formisano's Class:
Tony
by Aniceto D.
Cicero Street past the gamestop lot
Bends with the trolly tracks and lights shut off
Before it has a chance to go to A. U. Wright.
Cicero Avenue Gamestop store
Is right next to Office Depot and there
you will find Tony, who sells video games.
Full of video games and magazines,
Eight on a side, all kinds of video games,
The green, black, and gray boxes.
Some counters have PS2 and PSP games,
Game Informer magazines on the register,
And features of all new games.
He used to play professional football,
He was good, in fact, the best. In '54
He scored more than 40 touchdowns,
A county record, still. The ball loved Tony,
I saw him make 4-5 in one game.
His feet were like wild cheetahs.
He sells games, magazines, and trades games
As a gag. He trades an X-Box game
But most of us remember anyway.
His hands are big and nervous on the cash register,
It makes a difference to the football, though.
Tony goes to La Chiquita and eats some tacos,
Delicious and great, he eats Tacos,
Smokes thick cigars, drinks Agua de Orchata.
Tony seldom says a word to Rosa, just nods.
Tony imagines a thick jalapeno
Is a small football.
Ken
by Servando R.
Passing through Pulaski or Kedzie,
right past the stoplight,
driving into the parking lot, into Walgreens,
getting out of the car and putting on his uniform,
Ken begins his day at his lame job.
Signs filling the entire store,
Sales happening, leaving,
Ken saying, "That'll be $25.38 for
that pair of shoes."
All alright except for a little boy crying
over the toy he didn't get.
Ken remembering his loyalty to the Don,
never getting caught or suspected,
always on the move, patrolling, inspecting,
never on his own supply, always giving
to some broke guy.
Ken watches his cashier
stand with ease,
never knowing when he's gonna mess up.
He tries to count the change he gives back,
but realizes since 7th grade he's
never quite understood math.
After work Ken goes to his mom's
basement (where he lives).
Feeling tired, he goes to his closet
opens the secret door never seen,
and disects the animals he
catches, on his screen.
Ken never had anything or anyone,
always spends his time alone,
he imagins life as a movie star,
like Johnny Depp he wants
star in a pirate film.
Rapper
by Patty E.
His work is in a
studio with people
and more people who
are perfection.
The life of the rapper
is great because he
has a nice house,
cars, and money.
That is great.
His work is writing
songs or making up
raps so we can
listen to the songs.
He could work in
a different place,
even the city of
the famous rappers.
From Mr. Lukas's Class:
Adrian
by Andrew Y.
Adrian works in Oak Park,
near the bowling alley. He goes
to work in his car. He goes
past the bowling alley, right
to the factory.
The factory he works at
is filled with many
different sized boxes as
well as cranes, fans, desk
chairs, metal and machinery.
Adrian used to be a center fielder
on a baseball team. His arm was like
a rocket. He can catch anything.
And every at bat was a homerun.
At work all he does
is sit in the crane and
lift really heavy ofbects.
He works on the assembly
line and works with paper.
After work he rides to Jewel
and buys some beer. Then he goes
home and plays poker with
his family. With the kings, queens,
and jacks, he pictures defensive
players while he's at bat.
Poem
by Omar A.
There he was, going to
work ,the best soccer player
in the world. Driving downtown
to work he sees a soccer
stadium. He gets to his work
which is a sports store
that's right on the corner
next to a music store.
He goes in the
store and gets right to
work. He gets a soccer
ball and starts to do
tricks, his boss sees him
and tells him, "go back to
work."
He sees a guy in the store,
he goes and helps him out.
The guys tells him he's seen
him before.
Ex-Football Player
by Dulce C.
Walking toward work Juan see
Discount World at Drake and
Semskey's next to it. He sees
and Elotero at the corner across the
street.
At work he sees people walking
in, ordering meat, picking out the
fruit and checking out.
He once played football for his high school.
Everyone remembers when he would
tackle other players. He remembers
himself making the winning touchdown
eight times. He would jump up and make
the catch and the crowd went wild.
He works at the meat section.
He cuts the meat, he separates
the good and the bad.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Week 16: Acrostic descriptives
This week the students and I looked at a number of acrostics to discuss the differences between those with just adjectives and those that tell a story. We discussed which ones they thought gave us the most information, which ones were the most evocative, and why. Then the students tried their hands at writing different versions themselves.
From Ms. Gonzalez's Class:
Oscar
Oh no, police
Struck again
Crazy is what people feel because they
Are losing their families and
Rights because of immigration
Marnee
Motherly (with children)
Annoying (sometimes)
Rocker (punk)
Nice
Excited (all the time)
Electric guitar (she plays)
Rosario
Rosy is
Odd,
Sits on a rock all day
And never says much,
Restless and hopeless,
Innocent and getting
Old.
From Ms. Formisano's Class:
Kathy
All the time having fun
Tuesday a tired day with practice
Having fun and always happy
Yells when she's really mad
Maria
Makes
A lot of
Roses
In
Art
Amor
Always screams at a sight of a
Mouse and
Other
Rodents
From Mr. Lukas' Class:
Kimberly
Keeping the
Importance of
Moving on
Beyond
Everything
Regardless of the obstacles in
Life and
Years to come
Susi
Silent night
Unlike other
Stories,
It barely starts.
Edwin
Excited at night
Done with school
With homework
In the house
Nothing to do
From Ms. Gonzalez's Class:
Oscar
Oh no, police
Struck again
Crazy is what people feel because they
Are losing their families and
Rights because of immigration
Marnee
Motherly (with children)
Annoying (sometimes)
Rocker (punk)
Nice
Excited (all the time)
Electric guitar (she plays)
Rosario
Rosy is
Odd,
Sits on a rock all day
And never says much,
Restless and hopeless,
Innocent and getting
Old.
From Ms. Formisano's Class:
Kathy
All the time having fun
Tuesday a tired day with practice
Having fun and always happy
Yells when she's really mad
Maria
Makes
A lot of
Roses
In
Art
Amor
Always screams at a sight of a
Mouse and
Other
Rodents
From Mr. Lukas' Class:
Kimberly
Keeping the
Importance of
Moving on
Beyond
Everything
Regardless of the obstacles in
Life and
Years to come
Susi
Silent night
Unlike other
Stories,
It barely starts.
Edwin
Excited at night
Done with school
With homework
In the house
Nothing to do
Week 15: HELP WANTED: POET!!!
Just as we had done with our revision day, I wanted to the students to take this milestone (week 15), and reflect on how they have grown as writers. Naturally, the best way to approach such a serious subject, is to be playful...
Instead of traditional poems, the students and read help wanted ads I had chosen out of a local paper. We studied the (very specific) language of the ads, and then got to ourselves. I asked the students to pretend they were muses, disastified with they artists they have worked with of late. They wanted not just any poet, but the best poet!
So then, what makes the best poet? I asked students to think of themselves, and what they ideally wanted from their own poetry, while I asked them several questions. What kind of poems do you want to write? Are they tragic, romantic, sports only? Are the poems long or short? What kind of person is your poet? And so on.
The assignment then, was to write a help-wanted-ad-poem, looking for the ideal poet of their choosing...
From Ms. Gonzalez's Class:
Help wanted: Poet!
Cristina V.
Inspire others and have fun: A beautiful inspired
poet that writes sad love poems about teen
couples. Short poems with about 4-6 stanzas
and two lines each. The poems have to rhyme
and must have a good rhythm to it.
It should also contain similes and
metaphors. Most inspired poet will
get the job!
Help wanted: Poet!
Omar F.
The Chicago Sun-Times is looking for
a poet with five years experience. You will
write a funny poem each day about
current events. They will need to
be short poems and have a good
rhythm. The job pays $950 for each poem
written. For more information (773) 222-5555.
Help wanted: Poet!
Jesus A.
Help wanted in the school of Rosario Castellanos.
Desiring the best poet of the city, a poet that
writes happy poems about cities and humans
and animals. A poet with a lot of intelligence.
From Ms. Formisano's Class:
Help wanted: Poet!
Pablo G.
I want a poet
who writes
love poems.
Must write
long, short,
and sweet.
Has to be a girl.
She must be
sweet, nice, kind,
and hardworking.
Help wanted: Poet!
Guadalupe V.
I’m looking for a poet
that says things about
love, about how important
it is to those people who
don’t like you to see you
with that person you love.
And looking for a poet that
is more important to my heart.
Help wanted: Poet!
Gustavo G.
I am looking
for a poet
That is kind
and can make
funny poems
and likes
to work.
From Mr. Lukas' Class:
Help wanted: Poet!
Omar A.
Dissatisfied muse
seeks poet.
Poet must write
about nature.
Poet must use
animals in it and
must make it
funny and
intelligent.
Poem has to
be short.
Help wanted: Poet!
Edwin G.
Dissatisfied muse seeks poet:
Poet must talk
about death.
Must write a
long poem.
Also have to write
about evil animals.
The poems have to
sound manly, smart
and amusing.
Help wanted: Poet!
Martin M.
Dissatisfied muse
seeks poet, must write
crazy poems poet must
write short poems
poet must write about
the world poem must
be crazy, cool, and down.
Instead of traditional poems, the students and read help wanted ads I had chosen out of a local paper. We studied the (very specific) language of the ads, and then got to ourselves. I asked the students to pretend they were muses, disastified with they artists they have worked with of late. They wanted not just any poet, but the best poet!
So then, what makes the best poet? I asked students to think of themselves, and what they ideally wanted from their own poetry, while I asked them several questions. What kind of poems do you want to write? Are they tragic, romantic, sports only? Are the poems long or short? What kind of person is your poet? And so on.
The assignment then, was to write a help-wanted-ad-poem, looking for the ideal poet of their choosing...
From Ms. Gonzalez's Class:
Help wanted: Poet!
Cristina V.
Inspire others and have fun: A beautiful inspired
poet that writes sad love poems about teen
couples. Short poems with about 4-6 stanzas
and two lines each. The poems have to rhyme
and must have a good rhythm to it.
It should also contain similes and
metaphors. Most inspired poet will
get the job!
Help wanted: Poet!
Omar F.
The Chicago Sun-Times is looking for
a poet with five years experience. You will
write a funny poem each day about
current events. They will need to
be short poems and have a good
rhythm. The job pays $950 for each poem
written. For more information (773) 222-5555.
Help wanted: Poet!
Jesus A.
Help wanted in the school of Rosario Castellanos.
Desiring the best poet of the city, a poet that
writes happy poems about cities and humans
and animals. A poet with a lot of intelligence.
From Ms. Formisano's Class:
Help wanted: Poet!
Pablo G.
I want a poet
who writes
love poems.
Must write
long, short,
and sweet.
Has to be a girl.
She must be
sweet, nice, kind,
and hardworking.
Help wanted: Poet!
Guadalupe V.
I’m looking for a poet
that says things about
love, about how important
it is to those people who
don’t like you to see you
with that person you love.
And looking for a poet that
is more important to my heart.
Help wanted: Poet!
Gustavo G.
I am looking
for a poet
That is kind
and can make
funny poems
and likes
to work.
From Mr. Lukas' Class:
Help wanted: Poet!
Omar A.
Dissatisfied muse
seeks poet.
Poet must write
about nature.
Poet must use
animals in it and
must make it
funny and
intelligent.
Poem has to
be short.
Help wanted: Poet!
Edwin G.
Dissatisfied muse seeks poet:
Poet must talk
about death.
Must write a
long poem.
Also have to write
about evil animals.
The poems have to
sound manly, smart
and amusing.
Help wanted: Poet!
Martin M.
Dissatisfied muse
seeks poet, must write
crazy poems poet must
write short poems
poet must write about
the world poem must
be crazy, cool, and down.
Week 13: Complete the metaphor
Metaphor has been a main focus for us at Castellanos, and this week I wanted the students to push the metaphors a little further, and embed them deeper into poems. I created a sheet with 20 sentence/metaphor "starters." The students were required to complete them all, as fast as possible, and to let it come naturally, not over think it. They were then asked to circle their three favorite metaphors of those they had created, and use them at the beginning, middle, and end of a poem.
From Mr. Lukas' Class:
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Asucena L.
He held his life in his own hands,
as if it were gold.
But soon the flog plumed through
gunshot holes in the train windows
like the bullet going through him.
Beside him the dice rolled out of the cup like ice.
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Alejandro P.
Nothing was the same now
that it was all the same.
Everything looked alike,
sounded the same,
and tasted the same.
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Dulce C.
If I should wake before I die, I shall
die before I wake.
I shall be with him until I
pass away,
he held his life in his own hands
as if it were to fall from a mountain,
and he shall guard both our lives
from bad and evil.
His love is like our past put in a box.
Love is to open sky as loathing is to
flying to his arms.
From Mr. Lukas' Class:
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Asucena L.
He held his life in his own hands,
as if it were gold.
But soon the flog plumed through
gunshot holes in the train windows
like the bullet going through him.
Beside him the dice rolled out of the cup like ice.
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Alejandro P.
Nothing was the same now
that it was all the same.
Everything looked alike,
sounded the same,
and tasted the same.
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Dulce C.
If I should wake before I die, I shall
die before I wake.
I shall be with him until I
pass away,
he held his life in his own hands
as if it were to fall from a mountain,
and he shall guard both our lives
from bad and evil.
His love is like our past put in a box.
Love is to open sky as loathing is to
flying to his arms.
Week 14: Haiku
Spring had finally sprung, and what better way to celebrate the seasons than with Haiku. The form allows the students to continue expanding techniques including the weaving of metaphor, description, and idea, while getting a little relief from the longer poems we had been working on recently. Haiku is also great for teaching the students how to get the most from a few words. We read classics and modern "urban haiku." As a class, we brainstormed key words for each season. The students were then asked to write their own haiku for each season:
From Ms. Formisano's Class:
Winter
Adolfo
Winter is white and
the snowflakes are falling down
with pressure and shine.
Summer
Jamal M.
Meet me at the Inn,
We can kick it in the pool,
It’s cool like a lake
Summer
Egben M.
The water is hot,
you want to see your girlfriend:
You go to see her.
From Mr. Lukas' Class:
Winter
Bernadino V.
Another winter,
cold and full of bright white snow,
let’s drink hot cocoa.
Winter
Edwin G.
A cold morning day
A boy making a snowman
He asks friends to join
Winter
Kimberly R.
Christmas melodies
people singing with delight
waiting for presents
From Ms. Formisano's Class:
Winter
Adolfo
Winter is white and
the snowflakes are falling down
with pressure and shine.
Summer
Jamal M.
Meet me at the Inn,
We can kick it in the pool,
It’s cool like a lake
Summer
Egben M.
The water is hot,
you want to see your girlfriend:
You go to see her.
From Mr. Lukas' Class:
Winter
Bernadino V.
Another winter,
cold and full of bright white snow,
let’s drink hot cocoa.
Winter
Edwin G.
A cold morning day
A boy making a snowman
He asks friends to join
Winter
Kimberly R.
Christmas melodies
people singing with delight
waiting for presents
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