Poetry+Activity

= RSI: = Rhyme Scene Investigations **What makes something poetry?**


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> Jeep > Knowing that every day > I have a choice to make > Between watching the clock > And occasionally > My back > Or > I could greedily > Rightfully > Seize every ticking moment > And never give one of them back > I live > I ride > I am
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MUSIC...

**"My Immortal"** I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me You used to captivate me  By your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts My once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away All the sanity in me These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me I've been alone all along!


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MUSIC...
>> I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now >> Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? >> I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now >> >> Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish >> To go back to a place much simpler than this >> Cause after all the partying, the smashin' and crashin' >> And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion >> And all the pandemonium and all the madness >> There comes a time where you fade to the blackness >> And when you starin' at that phone in your lap >> And you hopin' but them people never call you back >> But this is how the story unfolds >> You get another hand soon after you fold >> And when your plans unravel in the sand >> What would you wish for if you had one chance? >> So airplane, airplane sorry I'm late >> I'm on my way so don't close that gate >> If I don't make that, then I switch my flight >> And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night >> >> Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? >> I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now >> Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? >> I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now >> >> Yeah, yeah >> Somebody take me back to the days >> Before this was a job >> Before I got payed >> Before it ever matter what I had in my bank >> Yeah, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway >> And back when I was rappin' for the heck of it >> But now a days we rappin' in state relevant >> I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes, then maybe just maybe I'd go back to the days >> Before the politics that we called a rap game >> And back when ain't nobody listened to my mix tape >> And back before I tried to cover up my slang >> But this is for Decatur what's up Bobby Ray >> So can I get a wish, to end the politics >> And get back to the music that started this stuff >> So here I stand and then again I say >> I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta airplanes >> >> Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? >> I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now >> Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? >> I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now >> >> I could really use a wish right now >> I, I, I could really use a wish right now >> Like, like, like shooting stars >> I, I, I could, I could really use a wish right now >> A wish, a wish right now >> >> >> And it seems like yesterday, it was just a dream >> But those days are gone
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 * ROMEO AND JULIET... **

> ROMEO [Coming forward.]: > But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? > It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! > Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon > Who is already sick and pale with grief > That (1) thou her maid (2) art far more fair than she. > Be not her maid, since she is envious. > Her vestal livery (3) is but sick and green, (4) > And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. (5) > It is my lady! O, it is my love! > O, that she knew she were! > She speaks, yet she says nothing. > What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. > I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. > Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven > Having some business, do entreat her eyes > To twinkle in their spheres till they return. (6) > What if her eyes were there, they in her head? > The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars > As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven > Would through the airy region stream so bright > That birds would sing and think it were not night. > See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! > O, that I were a glove upon that hand, > That I might touch that cheek! > JULIET : > Ay me!
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> **r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r by E. E. Cummings ** >
 * GRASSHOPPER... **

INTRO TO POETRY:


 * I ask them to take a poem**
 * and hold it up to the light**
 * like a color slide**
 * or press an ear against its hive.**
 * I say drop a mouse into a poem**
 * and watch him probe his way out,**
 * or walk inside the poem's room**
 * and feel the walls for a light switch.**
 * I want them to waterski**
 * across the surface of a poem**
 * waving at the author's name on the shore.**
 * But all they want to do**
 * is tie the poem to a chair with rope**
 * and torture a confession out of it.**
 * They begin beating it with a hose**
 * to find out what it really means.**


 * HOW TO EAT A POEM: **

Eve Merriam
 * How to Eat a Poem**

Don't be polite. Bite in. Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin. It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are. You do not need a knife or fork or spoon or plate or napkin or tablecloth. For there is no core or stem or rind or pit or seed or skin to throw away.


 * RIDDLE... **

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. -J.R.R. Tolkien


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