Seize the Day by Saul Bellow... Help with writting a poem about the Plot?PLEASE POR FAVOR?
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Stop making excuses ["not enough time" "I can't do my own work" etc.] and read the book.\n\nThe easiest way to summarize is to write down just words or phrases that capture the feeling or events in the chapter.  If you were writing an essay, then you'd need to organize them into points and a coherent structure.\n\nYou have it easier in that you just need to translate these words and phrases into lines of poetry.  Remember that poetry does NOT have to rhyme (unless you were directed to rhyme) but usually does have meter to it - a similar pattern to the emphases in each line.\n\nThink of it as a rap, which is all about rhythm, if this makes it easier.  In fact, most people consider lyrics to be poetry.  And you can rap, can't you?\n\nHope this helps!
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the moral of the story/the overall message it's related to.\neg:war,betrayal,loneliness\nhope that helped.cheerz!
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One fine day in the middle of the night,\ntwo dead men got up to fight.\nBack to back they faced each other,\nDrew their swords and shot each other.\nIf you don't believe the story's true\nAsk the blind man, he saw it too!\n\n..that's the one I know.\n\nI think this is the full version:\n\n"One Fine Day in the Middle of the night"\n\nOne fine day in the middle of the night\nTwo dead boys got up to fight\nBack to back they faced each other\nDrew their swords and shot each other\n\nOne was blind and the other couldn't see\nSo they chose a dummy for a referee\nA blind man went to see fair play\nA dumb man went to shout "hooray!"\n\nA paralyzed donkey passing by\nKicked the blind man in the eye\nKnocked him through a 9 inch wall\nInto a dry ditch and drowned them all\n\nA deaf policeman heard the noise\nAnd came to arrest the 2 dead boys\nIf you don't believe this story's true\nAsk the blind man, he saw it, too!
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I know that this is not what you were looking for but maybe it could help you with your essay?\nhttp://www.finchpark.com/arts/poems/poems.htm
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Crystalheart287, I am including an incomplete brief writing that may afford you some ideas for a best topic and composition. In it are found several topics of interest such as migration in search of a better life, a distinguished person, and of course President Kennedy. Think straight,smooth,make notes for research and consolidate into a report. Jose\n\nEndeavors in overcoming oppression were indeed early struggles, which were part of our social American evolution.  Although Robert Frost (1874-1963) is not known as a political poet or essayist, his poetry and lifestyle in my opinion did serve as prime example to the freedoms, which America afforded its citizenry of his day, in contrast to life in America in the 17th century.  Frost being born a Californian moved with his proper nuclear family to New England.  Here in Lawrence, Massachusetts, Frost graduated from high school in 1891, married and continued his education.  Twenty years later after unsatisfying intellectual and agricultural ventures, he moved with his new nuclear proper family to England.  In this atmosphere and in reminisce of his life and friends in America, he soon was devotedly engaged in writing poetry.  His desire to roam far from home became evident of a man in search of his true identity, his destiny, and afforded him insight into colonial American life of which he was extremely proud of and that instilled in Frost the ‘want of write’.  It was by this personal venture that he gained the ability to express his poetry through colloquial rhythms, simplicity of image and folksy diction.  His verses were to contribute a rich footing for American social development and can be sensed in the following passage to his poem ‘The Gift Outright’;\nThe land was ours before we were the lands,\nShe was our land more than a hundred years,\nBefore we were her people.\nThis patriotic presentation is so moving to so many Americans that Frost personally recited it at John Fitzgerald Kennedy’s Presidential inauguration in 1961. An honorable achievement by a political conservative, a beautiful social achievement through literature.
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It's interesting, as a poem I would have stopped at struggle to change as a song its fine to continue, Some grammatical and punctuation errors, I would accept it as a work in progress. :-) good luck and keep writing
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I love the one that is a poem about the monster under the bed and hobbes saves the day by just being there (cause the monster didn't know there was a tiger in the bed).  Best Line: "Hey wake up you stupid cretin! Are you gonna sleep while I get eaten!?!?!?"  I'll check my collection books and see if I can find page number for the rest of ya.
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I had to go back and reread the poem to remember it in particular from my high school Lit Class (5 years...  sheesh!).  Anyway, its main theme is basically as everyone has said- a warning that even mankind's greatest works shall eventually crumble to dust.\n\nWithin Temptation does a song on their Mother Earth CD entitled "Never-ending Story" that sums up the main point of Ozymandias nicely with the lyrics, "We'll all be forgotten  |  There's no endless fame".\n\nHowever, we can go into a bit more depth about the secondary themes of hope and rebirth.  In lines 10 through 14, Ozymandias reads as such:\n"'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:\nLook on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'   \nNothing beside remains: round the decay   \nOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,   \nThe lone and level sands stretch far away."\n\nThese lines serve to anchor the somewhat depressing mood, but give infinite hope as well.  Even though King Ozymandias is telling us to despair, for all we do will eventually disappear, he is also telling us to look upon his works as they are in the here and now.\n\nThe boundless sea of sand that was once his great kingdom may seem like it has been destroyed, but in fact Ozymandias has *created* it as his buildings and monuments have crumbled.  Essentially, the poem is commenting that nothing mankind can build will last- but as those things are annihilated they create the soil, and in turn the plants and stone, that generations down the road will use to build their own monuments.  Even though we may die and rot in the present, we are immortal as part of the life cycle that is always recycling into the next incarnation of life.  Who knows, when we eventually croak, we might all come back as daisies!
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a poem about life --- from birth to death...\n\nbut when i read it it sounded much like a song...probably because of the repetitive lines that appear at the end of each verse... honestly I understand the verses except the lines about his ways/ his days... and I don't understand why those two lines need to be repeated so much and then it's not even the title.. sorry\n\noh I think "With desperate fire, his gray will sets to blaze" should be "With desperate fire, his gray will set to blaze"\n\ncontinue writing...much luck!
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May be at wikipedia.com and type in ..........poem
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There are lots of poems on line for and about teachers.  check out the websites I've included.  The poesms are not necessarily good-bye poems, but some of them would work I think.  \n\nI hope these help.
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Oh! I love that story. We read it last semester. Have you read the story? It's really funny to read it and then think in the gutters. Our sub, Scott, taught us that. lol Anyway... okay... hm... thesis statement. \n\n"There are stories about fish and the like, but none quite like this. The boy in the story learns to grow after learning that his beloved Sheila is not what he thought she was. In the story the boy struggling with what he loves and what he thinks he is in love with. ([The story teaches about letting go, forgetting and growing up] <-- thesis)." \n\nOkay, to clarify the thesis:\n\nLetting go: Letting go of the fish and moving on.\nForgetting: He forgets that he can't very well catch a fish without her seeing, so he loses it. \nGrowing up: After he learns that Sheila Mant is not what he thought she but, but in fact a skany who9re (lol) he learns to move on and grow up. \n\nI hope this helped.
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Hi! Maybe this would help. Try this. www.tntstone.com/amlit1/writing.htm
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"A bond never broken" sounds better for a poem.  If it was an essay, unbreakable bond is okay.....)(
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I was read a poem by Pablo Neruda that was amazing. (Of course I was so overwhelmed I don't remember much of it) I would stay away from Shakespeare.  I love the bard, but it's really cliche.  Don't just look at poems, there are some song lyrics that if they were said to me (knowing he meant them) would do just as much as any poem. (Mostly Ben Harper, Dave Mathews, and Kermit). Just know what she likes.
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Awesome poem! I like the way it flows, and how you put feeling into the poem. Kick-A**-Tic. Let me know if you write any more. ROCK ON!!
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Really don’t mind if you sit this one out.\nMy words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.\nI may make you feel but I can’t make you think.\nYour sperm’s in the gutter -- your love’s in the sink.\nSo you ride yourselves over the fields and\nYou make all your animal deals and\nYour wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.\nAnd the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in\nThe tidal destruction\nThe moral melee.\nThe elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers\nThe newfangled way.\nBut your new shoes are worn at the heels and\nYour suntan does rapidly peel and\nYour wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.\n\nAnd the love that I feel is so far away:\nI’m a bad dream that I just had today -- and you\nShake your head and\nSay it’s a shame.\n\nSpin me back down the years and the days of my youth.\nDraw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.\nSpin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.\n\nSee there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.\nThere are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.\nWe’ll\nMake a man of him\nPut him to trade\nTeach him\nTo play monopoly and\nTo sing in the rain.\n\nThe poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --\nAs the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.\nThe do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --\nAs the failing light illuminates the mercenary’s creed.\nThe home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --\nBut the master of the house is far away.\nThe horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding\nIn the sharp and frosty morning of the day.\nAnd the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.\n\nAnd the youngest of the family is moving with authority.\nBuilding castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.\n\nThe cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river\nWhere the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:\nThe builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose\nAnd contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.\nThe young men of the household have\nAll gone into service and\nAre not to be expected for a year.\nThe innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --\nHas formed the plan to change the man he seems.\nAnd the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.\n\nAnd the oldest of the family is moving with authority.\nComing from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.\n\nWhat do you do when\nThe old man’s gone -- do you want to be him? and\nYour real self sings the song.\nDo you want to free him?\nNo one to help you get up steam --\nAnd the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.\n\nLater.\nI’ve come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.\nMy father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.\nSo come on all you criminals!\nI’ve got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --\nTwenty years too late.\nYour bread and water’s going cold.\nYour hair is too short and neat.\nI’ll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.\n\nYou curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.\nYou’re unaware that your doings aren’t done.\nAnd you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.\nBut how are we supposed to see where we should run?\nI see you shuffle in the courtroom with\nYour rings upon your fingers and\nYour downy little sidies and\nYour silver-buckle shoes.\nPlaying at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol\nWho lets you bend the rules.\n\nSo!\nCome on ye childhood heroes!\nWon’t you rise up from the pages of your comic-books\nYour super crooks\nAnd show us all the way.\nWell! make your will and testament. won’t you?\nJoin your local government.\nWe’ll have superman for president\nLet robin save the day.\n\nYou put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.\nThe other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.\nAnd