Replacement Poem

(Original) Columbia the Gem –Gerald Stern   I know that body standing in the Low Library,   the right shoulder lower than the left one, the  lotion sea lotion-   his hold is ended.   Now the mouths can slash away in memory 5   of his kisses and stupefying lies.   Now the old Reds can walk with a little spring   in and around the beloved sarcophagi.   Now the Puerto Ricans can work up another funny America   and the frightened Germans can open their heavy doors a little. 10 Now the River can soften its huge heart   and move, for the first time, almost like the others   without silence.

(Replacement) What a World –Me       You recognize this grandma crouching in the ancient home, the upper hip bothering the lower one, the cherry blossom/ mothball perfume- her scent is lingering. 5   In the future rumors would dwindle away, all in reminiscence      of her exaggerated stories and her fabulous fabrications.      By then the old crowd of roommates will go off to bingo            night here and there as they go.          Here at the home there would be crying babies taking on          10  grown  bodies,     Benjamin Buttons, for our world.

My Favorite Poem

Absolutely Nothing –  Poem by Osoanon Nimuss  (from Chobosky's Perks of Being a Wallflower)    Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines  he wrote a poem And he called it 'Chops'  because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A  and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door  and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy  took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born  with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed alot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's  and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it.   Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines  he wrote a poem And he called it 'Autumn'  because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A  and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door  because of its new paint And the kids told him  that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses  with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed  when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why  his mother and father kissed alot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad  when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook  he wrote a poem And he called it 'Innocence: A Question'  because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A  and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door  because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end  of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister  making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed  or even talked And the girl around the corner  wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her  but he kissed her anyway  because that was the thing to do And at 3am he tucked himself into bed  his father snoring soundly.   That's why on the back of a brown paper bag  he tried another poem And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing' Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door  because this time he didn't think  he could reach the kitchen.

 

Obstreperous Harangue

A new species. Orange and dark blue fur. Found in the Amazon forest, a group of orangutans like no other.  It does not make sounds but communicates only through sign language because when born the babies screech and cry for three days until they strain out their vocal chords. “Permanent strep” the primatologists are calling it these days. (10.1)

 

Lil's Watermelon

http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110221042303/rugrats-babies/images/6/61/Phil-Lil.png Characters: Phil - 2 yrs old Lil - Phil's twin sister 2 years old, pink bow Scene: Phil and Lil's backyard at the sandbox. Open Scene Phil: Lil! Lillian! Where are you? I gots a big bug I caught slide down the tree! Wanna split it? Phil waddles over to the sandbox where his sister lied flat on her back rubbing her tummy in agony" Lil: Oooh Phillip' I don'ts think I can have another bite I ates up all of my watermelon, oh my tummy is hurting She rolls around some more, her hands and face were sticky were watermelon juice and now sticking with the sand in the box as well Phil: It's okay Lil, s'long as you don'ts eats the seeds youra gunna be fine Lil's eyes opened up wide, she rolled over to stands up she waddled over to Phil, with her hands reaching over to shake his shoulders Lil: What do ya mean don'ts eats a seed, what happens then! Phil(shrugging:): Angelica says thats if you eats a seed then the seed turns into whatcha ate Lill:  Oh NOOOO!! WHAT ARE WE GOINGS TO DOOOO. Philip! Im to young to die theres so much I still needs to dooo Phil: Chill out Lillian, you’re scarying my bug. We’re going to Tommy’s he’ll know what to do! Lil: Oh! You’re right Tommy will know what to do! Let’s go inside I’ve gots to get my diappy changed! Phil: Alright, Alright slow down  I can’t run that fast lets crawl. Lil: I’ve got a better idea Both babies smiled at each other, took a deep breathe and screamed and cried until their parents rushed out to them Blackout, End Scene

 

Pick A Scene

 

Here, are two people. One girl and one guy. The girl looks like she’s in distress and very concerned the way her head is tilted. The guy seems tired, exhausted as if he can’t go on any longer. He’s given it all he’s got. Both characters are sitting/ kneeling against a black car on the side of the road. Not the sidewalks. There doesn’t seem to be anyone there but them at the moment. Liberty and J.T are outside by a car. J.T’s been shot. There’s blood on his hand, probably from touch where he’s been his. Liberty must’ve been around somehow, close by from a party maybe seeing as it’s not evening now and she’s where a dress.  When the incident happened and she rushed over to check his pulse. She’s calling out his name now because she can’t feel anything, she can’t feel his pulse. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLUPxGdFjAc

This isn’t a happy event. There are six people in this image and almost everyone here has a unamused expression across their faces. Out of the six characters, only four are shot in a focused point of view. All three guys are wearing black suits. Out of the two main ones, the one to the far left with unruly brown hair looks shocked, maybe even a little disturbed. The man to the far right seems to be in pain, lost for words. The girl with brown hair, with her arms crossed is upset, clearly because she’s pouting and brow is a bit edged she has a certain attitude different than everyone else’s so far. Last but not least the blonde in this picture seems baffled, but also confused. She maybe even crying un comfortable with the situation. Eli, Bianca, Becky, and Dallas are all attending their late friend’s, Adam, funeral. Their looking off to the church the crowd of people, specifically Adam’s family, mourning over his death. They miss Adam, he was too young and they can’t believe and don’t understand why he had to pass away. Eli probably has been to a church in forever, maybe even never and doesn’t know how to approach the crowd of people, friends, and family. Dallas is probably telling himself that he should be strong but realizes that he’s still here, standing on the side with the others. Bianca is probably annoyed that she couldn’t do anything about the situation and even more annoyed that she feels helpless. Becky just arrived to the scene probably confused, shocked and upset about the situation coming back from her vacation.    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xw_KBYwCgj4

 

 

 

Emoji Tales: Birthday Surprise !

Communications (8.11)

Bedroom ·         My Bed ·         My Dresser ·         My Desk ·         My Laptop ·         My iTouch ·         My phone

My Phone, My Apps ·         Instagram                ·         Netflix ·         Scout ·         Snapchat ·         Tumblr ·         Twitter ·         Vine

1.       I’ll wake up, stretch and grab my phone. Swipe and tap in four digits. Ugh, wow of course Lauren Marce would post a Flashback Friday this early in the morning and I don’t see why, seeing as she already posted a Throwback Thursday, a Wayback Wednesday, Once Upon a Time Tuesday and let’s not forget the ever so unneeded Memory Lane Mondays. Riddick. 2.       I roll out of bed and trudge over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I haven’t spoken to Viv at all this week, I thought to myself as I made circular motions over front, top and bottom teeth.  I wonder if she’s still upset at my comment about her new tattoo. I swiped open my phone and tapped on the little blue and white birdie icon and scroll down to the I’ve missed portion. I mean really RT if I should get a tattoo on my boob, fave for my butt? What was she thinking? 3.       I went downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast, the house is really quiet now, then I realized my siblings are off at school and I have no school on Fridays. I pour some milk in a wide mug and pour some cereal into it, Cinnamon toast if anyone asked because, why wouldn’t they? I  tap open a green app with the letter V and start scrolling through a couple of 7 second videos until, two hours pass by then I realized how long I’d been on my phone. 4.       It was now 1 and I had to pick up my sister at 2. So as I charged my phone I hopped into the shower, so quickly that I slip on bar soap that someone always happens to leave in the tub before I get in. I wonder if there’s life alert for teens? There’s definitely has to be an app.  As I finished my shower and rushed to get dressed I unlocked my phone and tapped on Scout and tapped in Ruby’s school’s address. Soon enough it led me right where I needed it to. 5.       My sister the whole ride back home took videos of her and I. she’s so weird and shouting “Don’t Snap and DRIIIIIIVVEE!” She snapped so many videos; I had 286 seconds on my story. One of my pet peeves that everyone knows and here I have my sister framing me practically and doing it ! Who’s going to sit there and watched a 15 year old with a booger in the corner of her nose taking 286 seconds worth of car footage? No one that’s who. To make it worse she put up her screenname for my friends to follow, what made it even worse is that people actually did. 6.       Being back home now, never really feeling as I left, signed onto my blog and reblogged and posted a couple of pictures for what seemed to be an hour. Tumblr has a way of making the laziest person in the world motivated and watching and reblogging all of these fitness … things. Abs, arms, squats, foods. I feel like the next Michelle. I love the internet and blessed with the social media. It’s like a network without having to utter a word, not unless you’re talking to Siri that is. 7.       Speaking of uttering words, that reminds me that I have 3 seasons left of Gossip Girl and it’s time for me to get ready for bed, so with that I change my clothes and tell everyone goodnight, turn off the light and head to bed. For a few minutes it was relaxing closing my eyes then I turned over to the sighed tapped my screen and a bright light flashed at me I tap in four digits lower the brightness and tap the red app. “Gossip Girl here, your one and only source of the …” the show starts playing. Goodnight.