No more trouble; the war was over. the theater was a monster: it was my killer's helper
--OR--
"Our American Cousin" had the last laugh, I had died on the guard's behalf the theater was a monster: it was my killers helper ????????????????????????????????????
Colin, if your lines are long like 8 or 9 words you can do twelve at the minimum but if your lines are short like 5 or 4 words you should do more like 16-20
okay does this poem sound okay im not really likin' the second stanza~One Big Cup of Tea
Night twinkling over Freezing men dressed in scars Marching like soldiers All ready to strike One big cup of tea
Piercing Tomahawks about to slaughter Wooden boxes hitting water Making sounds as loud as an guns One big cup of tea
Scolding of tea splashing water Roaring of tax haters Cool air, brushes by Everyone replies a chattering cry One big cup of tea
Next morning tea floats So debaters ride out on old boats While King George the 111 watches with grief No float age remains Taxes have sank to the bottom of things
this is (what i think is) my final draft. tell me what u think.
Belonging to the Ages “Our American Cousin” had the last laugh; I died on the guard’s behalf. The theater was a monster: It was my killer’s helper. Belonging to the ages.
Footsteps thumped. So scared, I jumped. Then, he pulled the trigger. Death flickered into my soul. Belonging to the ages.
He jumped the rail and I felt his pain. The doctors tried to make me strain, But obviously, they failed. And all of the killers were jailed. Belonging to the ages.
Goodbye World, I’ve had my fun. I guess that now in life, I am done. Belonging to the ages.
“That’s one small step for man…” Stepping gracefully like a swan Onto the unknown land History has begun
Dressed like white fluffy pillows 50 stars planted in the moon Clouds on earth’s atmosphere billow 2 hours, 13 minutes; should be home soon
Pitch black everywhere Twinkling lights show the way Young, brave men took the dare Imprints in dust, here to stay
Peering down at the blue and green sphere Neil thinking of what’s happening around Hip-hip hooray, having a cheer Slowly but surely, a new life will be found
does this poem sound better than the one i had earlier i know i have things but its sorta part of the poem i realize~~~~~ One Big Cup of Tea
Night twinkling over Freezing men dressed in scars Marching like soldiers All ready to strike One big cup of tea
Piercing Tomahawks about to slaughter Wooden boxes hitting water Making sounds as loud as an guns Floating on top like boats on waves One big cup of tea
Tea floating down to the sandy ground Roaring of tax haters with a bad background Cool air, brushes by Everyone replies a chattering cry One big cup of tea
Next morning tea floats So debaters ride out on old boats While King George the 111 watches with grief No float age remains Taxes have sank to the bottom of things
mr buxton would this be ok i rote the number of syllables next to the lins Sophie Hardy 12-6-10 #9 World event poem Diana 7. Let’s go back into the blue 7. When Diana was still new 9. Before the whole world was sad and mourning 9. Before charities had there calling
7. July the first was the day 7. When that life came into play 8. Her father was so very grand 8. So limp that he could hardly stand
7. She was thirty-six years old 7. Pretty as a bar of gold 8. Until that very fateful day 9. That Diana’s life got washed away
7. So many tears now were shed 7. As ceouds heard Diana’s dead 12. The grave was knee deep in flowers asked it to stop 11. On September the eighth as all the tears drop
8. Now you have herd all of the tails 9. Of Diana the princess of wails
Soldiered two symmetrical towers stood Pillows of clouds scattered the turquoise sky JFK gliders soothed by my window To start, the day had been quite uncanny
Grasping my chair I peaked out my window A ball of orange, black, and red was aglow Howls like scared monkeys were heard below
Like the speed of sound dreams and hopes were lost Brave firemen try but seem to have lost Like a tornado everything is gone Blankets of ash cover every object
Running for your lives so you don’t get trapped Cries for family members stuck way above Why oh why has someone done this to me 
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for my poem, should i start out like
ReplyDeleteNo more trouble;
the war was over.
the theater was a monster:
it was my killer's helper
--OR--
"Our American Cousin" had the last laugh,
I had died on the guard's behalf
the theater was a monster:
it was my killers helper
????????????????????????????????????
what is your subject beck?
ReplyDeletei like the 2nd one better but what is your topic? Liza
ReplyDeletei agree with liza the 2nd one is better in my opinion
ReplyDelete-martha wright
i agree also, but it doesn't tell you what the subject is about
ReplyDeleteit could be anything
9/11
the civil war
wrestling match
hope this helps beck
ya good tip eliza
ReplyDelete-Liza
beck choose the second one it tell s the event better its when Abraham Lincoln got killed in the in the wings right
ReplyDeleteMr. Buxton, what is the range of lines for the poem?
ReplyDelete16-?
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ReplyDeleteColin, if your lines are long like 8 or 9 words you can do twelve at the minimum but if your lines are short like 5 or 4 words you should do more like 16-20
ReplyDelete-Thomas
okay does this poem sound okay im not really likin' the second stanza~One Big Cup of Tea
ReplyDeleteNight twinkling over
Freezing men dressed in scars
Marching like soldiers
All ready to strike
One big cup of tea
Piercing Tomahawks about to slaughter
Wooden boxes hitting water
Making sounds as loud as an guns One big cup of tea
Scolding of tea splashing water
Roaring of tax haters
Cool air, brushes by
Everyone replies a chattering cry
One big cup of tea
Next morning tea floats
So debaters ride out on old boats
While King George the 111 watches with grief
No float age remains
Taxes have sank to the bottom of things
12 is the minimum. (16 is preferred)
ReplyDeleteMy topic is Abe Lincoln dieing.
this is (what i think is) my final draft. tell me what u think.
ReplyDeleteBelonging to the Ages
“Our American Cousin” had the last laugh;
I died on the guard’s behalf.
The theater was a monster:
It was my killer’s helper.
Belonging to the ages.
Footsteps thumped.
So scared, I jumped.
Then, he pulled the trigger.
Death flickered into my soul.
Belonging to the ages.
He jumped the rail and I felt his pain.
The doctors tried to make me strain,
But obviously, they failed.
And all of the killers were jailed.
Belonging to the ages.
Goodbye World,
I’ve had my fun.
I guess that now in life,
I am done.
Belonging to the ages.
bekah,
ReplyDeleteyou have things in your poem. Remember that is a band word. You might get points marked off of it if you do not find a better wrd for it!!!!
This is what I have...
ReplyDeleteCan anyone help me?
A Walk to the Future
“That’s one small step for man…”
Stepping gracefully like a swan
Onto the unknown land
History has begun
Dressed like white fluffy pillows
50 stars planted in the moon
Clouds on earth’s atmosphere billow
2 hours, 13 minutes; should be home soon
Pitch black everywhere
Twinkling lights show the way
Young, brave men took the dare
Imprints in dust, here to stay
Peering down at the blue and green sphere
Neil thinking of what’s happening around
Hip-hip hooray, having a cheer
Slowly but surely, a new life will be found
By: Lauren Williams
Thanks Laurnen I forgot!
ReplyDeletedoes this poem sound better than the one i had earlier i know i have things but its sorta part of the poem i realize~~~~~ One Big Cup of Tea
ReplyDeleteNight twinkling over
Freezing men dressed in scars
Marching like soldiers
All ready to strike
One big cup of tea
Piercing Tomahawks about to slaughter
Wooden boxes hitting water
Making sounds as loud as an guns Floating on top like boats on waves One big cup of tea
Tea floating down to the sandy ground
Roaring of tax haters with a bad background
Cool air, brushes by
Everyone replies a chattering cry
One big cup of tea
Next morning tea floats
So debaters ride out on old boats
While King George the 111 watches with grief
No float age remains
Taxes have sank to the bottom of things
Mr.Buxton,
ReplyDeleteDo we have any homework for over the weekend??
Shaw we dont have any extra homework
ReplyDeleteDo we have to do 7b on the comma usage for homework?
ReplyDeleteno we only have to do page 7
ReplyDeleteThank you Catie
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ReplyDeletemr. buxton
ReplyDeleteshould i describe the events of the Olympics or only the peace and unity.
Wyatt
would 20 lines be ok for your poem?
ReplyDeleteye Lauren that would be OK
ReplyDeletemr buxton would this be ok i rote the number of syllables next to the lins
ReplyDeleteSophie Hardy 12-6-10
#9
World event poem
Diana
7. Let’s go back into the blue
7. When Diana was still new
9. Before the whole world was sad and mourning
9. Before charities had there calling
7. July the first was the day
7. When that life came into play
8. Her father was so very grand
8. So limp that he could hardly stand
7. She was thirty-six years old
7. Pretty as a bar of gold
8. Until that very fateful day
9. That Diana’s life got washed away
7. So many tears now were shed
7. As ceouds heard Diana’s dead
12. The grave was knee deep in flowers asked it to stop
11. On September the eighth as all the tears drop
8. Now you have herd all of the tails
9. Of Diana the princess of wails
Do we have to do 1.5 line spacing on our poem?
ReplyDeletethanks,
Kennedy Fertitta
I'm not sure Kennedy, mr. Buxton told me to do the presentation policy but make it fit on 1 page
ReplyDeletekennedy, I am not positive. i think you don't have to.
ReplyDeletethanks for the help. also do we have to do exactly 16 vlines because mine is about 13-15 lines.
ReplyDeleteKennedy Fertitta
no Kennedy
ReplyDeleteName: Kennedy Fertitta Date: 12/6/10
ReplyDelete#4
Assignment Objective: Historical Event Poem
From Construction To Destruction
Soldiered two symmetrical towers stood
Pillows of clouds scattered the turquoise sky
JFK gliders soothed by my window
To start, the day had been quite uncanny
Grasping my chair I peaked out my window
A ball of orange, black, and red was aglow
Howls like scared monkeys were heard below
Like the speed of sound dreams and hopes were lost
Brave firemen try but seem to have lost
Like a tornado everything is gone
Blankets of ash cover every object
Running for your lives so you don’t get trapped
Cries for family members stuck way above
Why oh why has someone done this to me

Kennedy, you don't have to do exactly 16 lines approx.
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