Your assignment is to review the formats of the Sestina, Pantoum, and Ottava Rima. You will have to know the formats from memory for the midterm. Construct one example for each.
There are many Things in the world That are incapable Of reading a piece Of literature or even A newspaper; Shall I throw out names?
To begin with the list of names, I will first mention the many Inanimate objects in my house, even Though my television can give me news of the world That literature cannot. Although a piece Of writing can describe wondrous places, you cannot ever get there—emphasizing things of which you are incapable.
Oftentimes I feel incapable Of giving names To everything that cannot read a piece Of literature because there are so many! Also, the world Is filled with so many that you could spend your entire life never even
Completing the list. Therefore, even If the list is long and you feel incapable Of completing it, it is easy to at least ponder all the things in the world And their names, For though there are many, They are easy to point out. They simply are not like us in our ability to read a writing piece.
But for a moment, let’s put that piece You are reading aside—even If that piece you are reading is this. There are just too many Things to think about, and you and I are incapable Of giving names To everything deserving of them in the world.
In this great big world That we inhabit, a piece Of literature seems to bring it all together—all the names Of all the things that matter and affect us, even If we have yet to know of them; because that is the purpose of reading: to learn of things so we are no longer incapable Of knowing. We will know a little about everything, no matter how many.
There are so many things to think about in the world And we are lucky to not be incapable of appreciating a piece Of literature even if we have yet to learn the names of the things of which we are reading about.
The cat’s tail was burned off But no one really cared And if anyone cared enough to say something, Their voices were muted as if no words produced no problems.
But no one really cared And the bobcats ran rabid in the streets. Their voices were muted as if no words produced no problems. What a magnificently peculiar evening!
And the bobcats ran rabid in the streets While cheetah-fichus hybrids blew out birthday candles. What a magnificently peculiar evening! But maybe we should turn the lava lamp off…
When I play basketball it feels Just so great Like when a cut finally heals I do not understand how someone could hate The game that so many love The game that makes me feel like I am flying above
Pantoum
I see her everyday And it kills me all the time To see someone so perfect I just want her to be mine
Nobody truly understands And it kills me all the time You have to honestly be in my shoes I just want her to be mine
This pain cannot be real And it kills me all the time I have never wanted something so bad I just want her to be mine
Pantoum 1. In the light of day I feel like I’m not strong I walk up still trembling Why can’t I be strong?
I feel like I’m not strong I slowly walk up Why can’t I be strong? It’s now time to change that
I slowly walk up I’m scared It’s now time to change that Time to show the change within me
I’m scared It’s time to grow up Time to show the change within me Time to prove everyone wrong
Ottava Rima 1. Too many feelings fill my body up Sometimes I want to crouch in and just cry I look up and see the cheers of cups I get asked so many questions, I just lie They treat me as if I’m a new born pup They annoy me like a small tiny fly Can they just leave me in peace and let me go They all think I’m okay, but they don’t know
Sestina 1. A thousand words can kill Nothing hurts like someone say they don’t love you Everything can turn dark within There is nothing that can pick you up You have a feeling of wanting to cry But you know that you have to be strong
You can no longer be weak, now it’s time to be strong But those words you feel like they kill You want to go in you room and just cry Nothing can help you You just want to be a baby for you mom can pick you up But you know the strength comes from within
Everything that you feel comes from within This is where you know you have to be strong But all you have to do is look up At times it may kill But it will help you Few times you will have the urge to cry
Your emotions make you just want to cry You fight everything that comes from within It’s all up to you Little by little you get strong Then you feel like you can then kill But always try to get better and put your goals up
All you have to do in life is look up Now you won’t want to cry You will have no urges to kill But you will within Show that you are strong Make sure they see the true you
Everything depends on you Look at the sky, it’s up It will make you feel strong It may make you cry It’s the beauty from within But it won’t kill
Words can kill but it’s up to you Find the strength within and pick yourself up It’s okay to cry because then you will later on be strong
Sestina: Take a look at what we did I refuse to wash away all these sins Things will never be the way that they were before There is no coming back This is just something that we have to live with and accept We just can’t have them all know
We both know very well that they would all judge us if they were to actually know Don’t regret it now, we wanted to do it, so we did It may take long, but you will soon be understanding of it all and accept What we did wasn’t right but we all sin The quicker you take it all in the easier, like I said there’s no going back I rather things like this then the way they were before
You are no longer the little angel you were before The devil has been released within and they will all know You have scars now, but they aren’t the same as the ones from way back I want you to be satisfied with what we did I understand why you’re thinking like this, it’s because they taught you not to sin It’s coming to the point where you just need to take it all in and accept
You’re at the point where you aren’t even happy with yourself anymore because you just can’t simply accept Now I’m coming to the point where I just wish things were the same as before At this point, if I could I’d take away every single sin Let’s just act like it never happened so that there is nothing for them to know What we did, we will never do again so we can just forget what we did I just want to take it all back
I thought we said that we would do it and never look back We were going to love what we did, and accept Doesn’t look like you’re fit for what we did I should have seem this coming before There was just something that made me think you could take it, you know? This is the end because I’m a sinner, that can’t be with someone who can’t sin
Pantoum: It’s as if we are dancing in this world alone It’s just you and I People are talking We just close everyone and thing out, it’s only us
It’s just you and I We get lost in this world of ours People are talking What they say means nothing to us
We get lost in this world of ours To the point that we forget it’s not just us What they say means nothing to us We will just live past them
Ottava Rima: You are what I crave That thought of you runs on in my mind But I have to be brave It is time for me to go off and look for someone that is worth the find I can’t be with you and I will take that to the grave You put me in a big bind It is time for me to leave And I need to be me
You are not invisible Your live has meaning Don't give up now Soon it will be better
Your live has meaning They may not see you now Soon it will be better Someday they will notice
They may not see you now One day the pain will be invisible Soon it will be better You're not alone
One day the pain will be invisible Someone has been were you are You're not alone You are not invisible
Ottava Rima:
The sun will always raise on every new day Don't be afraid to change how you feel Don't let yourself hear the hate that they say Your exterior is as hard as steel Almost remember to pray Be thankful for every meal don't let yourself get lost the pain is part of the cost
The leaves in the water Sit almost perfectly still With each coarse ripple They tremble and shake Inching closer to the shore And our gently rustling boat
When we step into the boat We went out in the water Going further out from the shore, Into the middle of the lake the air was still. Our boat creak and shake, Sending towards the shore a ripple.
The leaves can feel each ripple That connects them to our boat, Through our movement when we shake And rock in the dark water. We’ve been here for years, but we still Have not noticed the leaves that drift to shore.
When we row back to shore, The rotting ores create a whirlpool and a ripple. With every stroke, we dip into the still Waters that we cut with our boat. This is not our water. We’ve paid this lake a visit on a boat, but we shake.
Like leaves when we dip our toes in, we shake Even worse when we step onto the shore After we’ve submerged our entire bodies in the water. We wrap ourselves in towels and step inside, but the lake will still ripple Without us and our boat. This water never lies perfectly still.
The Pit seemed like it would just never end But that gave him unsettling delight He knew that they would break and they would bend He showed no mercy, he ignored their plight They thought a helping hand he might just lend But he denied them everything but light He grinned and heard the tolling of the bell And sent them plummeting straight down to hell
The field was empty The flames were rising He saw them watching The heat grew more intense
The flames were rising The sound of crackling The heat grew more intense He struggled in the blaze
The sound of crackling He didn’t dare yield He struggled in the blaze He finally broke free
He didn’t dare yield He took off and didn’t look back He finally broke free He was safe, for now
There are many
ReplyDeleteThings in the world
That are incapable
Of reading a piece
Of literature or even
A newspaper; Shall I throw out names?
To begin with the list of names,
I will first mention the many
Inanimate objects in my house, even
Though my television can give me news of the world
That literature cannot. Although a piece
Of writing can describe wondrous places, you cannot ever get there—emphasizing things of which you are incapable.
Oftentimes I feel incapable
Of giving names
To everything that cannot read a piece
Of literature because there are so many!
Also, the world
Is filled with so many that you could spend your entire life never even
Completing the list. Therefore, even
If the list is long and you feel incapable
Of completing it, it is easy to at least ponder all the things in the world
And their names,
For though there are many,
They are easy to point out. They simply are not like us in our ability to read a writing piece.
But for a moment, let’s put that piece
You are reading aside—even
If that piece you are reading is this. There are just too many
Things to think about, and you and I are incapable
Of giving names
To everything deserving of them in the world.
In this great big world
That we inhabit, a piece
Of literature seems to bring it all together—all the names
Of all the things that matter and affect us, even
If we have yet to know of them; because that is the purpose of reading: to learn of things so we are no longer incapable
Of knowing. We will know a little about everything, no matter how many.
There are so many things to think about in the world
And we are lucky to not be incapable of appreciating a piece
Of literature even if we have yet to learn the names of the things of which we are reading about.
The cat’s tail was burned off
ReplyDeleteBut no one really cared
And if anyone cared enough to say something,
Their voices were muted as if no words produced no problems.
But no one really cared
And the bobcats ran rabid in the streets.
Their voices were muted as if no words produced no problems.
What a magnificently peculiar evening!
And the bobcats ran rabid in the streets
While cheetah-fichus hybrids blew out birthday candles.
What a magnificently peculiar evening!
But maybe we should turn the lava lamp off…
Ottava Rima
ReplyDeleteWhen I play basketball it feels
Just so great
Like when a cut finally heals
I do not understand how someone could hate
The game that so many love
The game that makes me feel like I am flying above
Pantoum
I see her everyday
And it kills me all the time
To see someone so perfect
I just want her to be mine
Nobody truly understands
And it kills me all the time
You have to honestly be in my shoes
I just want her to be mine
This pain cannot be real
And it kills me all the time
I have never wanted something so bad
I just want her to be mine
Pantoum
ReplyDelete1. In the light of day
I feel like I’m not strong
I walk up still trembling
Why can’t I be strong?
I feel like I’m not strong
I slowly walk up
Why can’t I be strong?
It’s now time to change that
I slowly walk up
I’m scared
It’s now time to change that
Time to show the change within me
I’m scared
It’s time to grow up
Time to show the change within me
Time to prove everyone wrong
Ottava Rima
1. Too many feelings fill my body up
Sometimes I want to crouch in and just cry
I look up and see the cheers of cups
I get asked so many questions, I just lie
They treat me as if I’m a new born pup
They annoy me like a small tiny fly
Can they just leave me in peace and let me go
They all think I’m okay, but they don’t know
Sestina
1. A thousand words can kill
Nothing hurts like someone say they don’t love you
Everything can turn dark within
There is nothing that can pick you up
You have a feeling of wanting to cry
But you know that you have to be strong
You can no longer be weak, now it’s time to be strong
But those words you feel like they kill
You want to go in you room and just cry
Nothing can help you
You just want to be a baby for you mom can pick you up
But you know the strength comes from within
Everything that you feel comes from within
This is where you know you have to be strong
But all you have to do is look up
At times it may kill
But it will help you
Few times you will have the urge to cry
Your emotions make you just want to cry
You fight everything that comes from within
It’s all up to you
Little by little you get strong
Then you feel like you can then kill
But always try to get better and put your goals up
All you have to do in life is look up
Now you won’t want to cry
You will have no urges to kill
But you will within
Show that you are strong
Make sure they see the true you
Everything depends on you
Look at the sky, it’s up
It will make you feel strong
It may make you cry
It’s the beauty from within
But it won’t kill
Words can kill but it’s up to you
Find the strength within and pick yourself up
It’s okay to cry because then you will later on be strong
Sestina:
ReplyDeleteTake a look at what we did
I refuse to wash away all these sins
Things will never be the way that they were before
There is no coming back
This is just something that we have to live with and accept
We just can’t have them all know
We both know very well that they would all judge us if they were to actually know
Don’t regret it now, we wanted to do it, so we did
It may take long, but you will soon be understanding of it all and accept
What we did wasn’t right but we all sin
The quicker you take it all in the easier, like I said there’s no going back
I rather things like this then the way they were before
You are no longer the little angel you were before
The devil has been released within and they will all know
You have scars now, but they aren’t the same as the ones from way back
I want you to be satisfied with what we did
I understand why you’re thinking like this, it’s because they taught you not to sin
It’s coming to the point where you just need to take it all in and accept
You’re at the point where you aren’t even happy with yourself anymore because you just can’t simply accept
Now I’m coming to the point where I just wish things were the same as before
At this point, if I could I’d take away every single sin
Let’s just act like it never happened so that there is nothing for them to know
What we did, we will never do again so we can just forget what we did
I just want to take it all back
I thought we said that we would do it and never look back
We were going to love what we did, and accept
Doesn’t look like you’re fit for what we did
I should have seem this coming before
There was just something that made me think you could take it, you know?
This is the end because I’m a sinner, that can’t be with someone who can’t sin
Pantoum:
ReplyDeleteIt’s as if we are dancing in this world alone
It’s just you and I
People are talking
We just close everyone and thing out, it’s only us
It’s just you and I
We get lost in this world of ours
People are talking
What they say means nothing to us
We get lost in this world of ours
To the point that we forget it’s not just us
What they say means nothing to us
We will just live past them
Ottava Rima:
You are what I crave
That thought of you runs on in my mind
But I have to be brave
It is time for me to go off and look for someone that is worth the find
I can’t be with you and I will take that to the grave
You put me in a big bind
It is time for me to leave
And I need to be me
Pantoum:
ReplyDeleteYou are not invisible
Your live has meaning
Don't give up now
Soon it will be better
Your live has meaning
They may not see you now
Soon it will be better
Someday they will notice
They may not see you now
One day the pain will be invisible
Soon it will be better
You're not alone
One day the pain will be invisible
Someone has been were you are
You're not alone
You are not invisible
Ottava Rima:
The sun will always raise on every new day
Don't be afraid to change how you feel
Don't let yourself hear the hate that they say
Your exterior is as hard as steel
Almost remember to pray
Be thankful for every meal
don't let yourself get lost
the pain is part of the cost
The leaves in the water
ReplyDeleteSit almost perfectly still
With each coarse ripple
They tremble and shake
Inching closer to the shore
And our gently rustling boat
When we step into the boat
We went out in the water
Going further out from the shore,
Into the middle of the lake the air was still.
Our boat creak and shake,
Sending towards the shore a ripple.
The leaves can feel each ripple
That connects them to our boat,
Through our movement when we shake
And rock in the dark water.
We’ve been here for years, but we still
Have not noticed the leaves that drift to shore.
When we row back to shore,
The rotting ores create a whirlpool and a ripple.
With every stroke, we dip into the still
Waters that we cut with our boat.
This is not our water.
We’ve paid this lake a visit on a boat, but we shake.
Like leaves when we dip our toes in, we shake
Even worse when we step onto the shore
After we’ve submerged our entire bodies in the water.
We wrap ourselves in towels and step inside, but the lake will still ripple
Without us and our boat.
This water never lies perfectly still.
The Pit seemed like it would just never end
ReplyDeleteBut that gave him unsettling delight
He knew that they would break and they would bend
He showed no mercy, he ignored their plight
They thought a helping hand he might just lend
But he denied them everything but light
He grinned and heard the tolling of the bell
And sent them plummeting straight down to hell
The field was empty
The flames were rising
He saw them watching
The heat grew more intense
The flames were rising
The sound of crackling
The heat grew more intense
He struggled in the blaze
The sound of crackling
He didn’t dare yield
He struggled in the blaze
He finally broke free
He didn’t dare yield
He took off and didn’t look back
He finally broke free
He was safe, for now