Simple
What is simple?
Simple doesn’t happen
Not easily anyway
Not unless you try
Not until you confuse yourself first
Simple is irony
It holds a complexity within the word
Simple is difficult
Understanding the simplicity is difficult
Difficult is the opposite of simple
It isn't simple anymore
Simple shows you all the colors of the rainbow
Razdazzling
Putting a special sparkle in your life
People think its fairy dust
The word simple
So simple to spell
Yet it digs into your brain
Tying it into knots…yelling…
“WHY DON’T YOU GET THE WORD SIMPLE?? YOU SIMPLETON!”
And then maybe you’ll get the meaning of simple
Simple comes in a breakout of…
Pimples
Confusing to understand why they pop up
Confusing on how to find the cure for it
It makes you scratch your head to figure it out
Bringing on a snowfall of dandruff
Ohh!…isn't it so….simple?
Simple brings to mind…
A flock of math sums
Beating it wings at you
In your head…(or maybe your just hallucinating)
Confusing you
And then…
You see the answer to the sums
And then…
It is…Simple
-Rachel Ambrose
I have an annoying habit of playing with words, confusing myself and other people when I try to explain. This poem shows a good example of my habit, thinking far too deep into the word and confusion. In this poem it shows some thoughts I had about the word simple. The thoughts had been in my head since I was a young child. It would always resurface every time I went near a math sum. It is because every time I ask my dad for help on a math sum, he’ll say “It’s simple! Just do this” and then write out a whole page of complicated looking things for one ‘simple’ math sum. It terrified and confused me of course; I mean the page not my dad. I wouldn’t get anything my dad’s mass of scribbled writing on the page told me, and I guess it didn’t help that he’s an accountant. It confused me because according to my dad it was ‘simple,’ so “why don’t you get it?? You simpleton!” In my poem I also said that you would have to confuse yourself first before you got it, and the confusing-ness took shape in numerous pages of the same scribbled writing.
The poem has some uses of repetition, for example “Not easily anyway, not unless you try, not until you confuse yourself first.” It is true if you apply this to math sums, won’t get it until you repeatedly try again and again. I have also used a couple of metaphors (I think) like “snowfall of dandruff, a flock of math sums, simple comes in a breakout of pimples.” The pimples were annoying me so I decided to include it in my poem as the word simple sometimes annoy me too.
There is also the slight use of personification too like “Yet it digs into your brain, tying it into knots…yelling…”
=D hope you enjoy reading my ‘simple’ creation
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Shorthand
omg, lol, lmao
roffl, rofflcopter,
all the wayo,
c u 2moz,
dw, i'l c u,
we've lost our written,
will we stop speaking 2?
hoo's 2 blame?
itz all the peepl,
wat can we do,
language is now feeble,
nvm, IM is 2 blame,
but hoo invented it?
wat is ther name?
our language has come to a meaningless mess,
while the words like & much
take control i confess,
tho i say them as much as the next,
i see the problem is IM's and texts,
weve ruined our language and wat hav we left?
no thou, shalt or thee,
but like, dunno, do u get me?
- Eva Matthews Staindl
This poem I wrote shows how language these days is becoming a shorthand version of what it used to be. We use language that doesn't even make sense and it is all a shorthand version of something else. We have no order in it, and many words have been lost.
My p has many rhyming parts to it, but some parts are just free verse. I have tried to emphasize how the language is affecting us by using it throughout the poem. This is standard MSN language, and it is how the language is used, or even abused. This was really just to throw in a point of perspective, and it shows how the language affects everyone.
roffl, rofflcopter,
all the wayo,
c u 2moz,
dw, i'l c u,
we've lost our written,
will we stop speaking 2?
hoo's 2 blame?
itz all the peepl,
wat can we do,
language is now feeble,
nvm, IM is 2 blame,
but hoo invented it?
wat is ther name?
our language has come to a meaningless mess,
while the words like & much
take control i confess,
tho i say them as much as the next,
i see the problem is IM's and texts,
weve ruined our language and wat hav we left?
no thou, shalt or thee,
but like, dunno, do u get me?
- Eva Matthews Staindl
This poem I wrote shows how language these days is becoming a shorthand version of what it used to be. We use language that doesn't even make sense and it is all a shorthand version of something else. We have no order in it, and many words have been lost.
My p has many rhyming parts to it, but some parts are just free verse. I have tried to emphasize how the language is affecting us by using it throughout the poem. This is standard MSN language, and it is how the language is used, or even abused. This was really just to throw in a point of perspective, and it shows how the language affects everyone.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Tension
She sits at her private table
Biting her nails
Twirling her hair,
The test begins.
She scans through the questions,
Her face cringing with fear.
She sucks on her pencil,
And thinks about starting the first question.
She knows this question,
She knows it!
Working slowly through it,
She colours the first circle in.
With assurance of understanding and completing the first question,
She continues with the rest.
The overwhelming feeling of the thousands of people in this test,
Goes away like the sun behind the clouds.
The time passes slowly by,
And she ever so slowly gets through it all.
Five minutes to go,
Better guess them all.
She randomly colours in bubbles,
Knowing they like to see you try.
The test - a trifling challenge.
Finally over.
Sit and wait for the results.
- Melissa Chen
This piece is reflecting on an exam I took about 2 weeks ago, for a school that I would be entering as a year nine student. I just decided on reflecting on this because there was a lot that happened in this test that particularly annoyed me, truthfully. I find that the best poetry is the poetry you sit down and write, without thinking about what you write down too much. I believe that to be true emotion. This was an extremely important test and a lot of pressure was put on me by my fellow peers and especially by my parents, so letting all that stress and tension through the medium of poetry was a great feeling.
This test was especially hard as well, so the mood was tense and I was so nervous!
This whole poem is describing what I was doing during the whole test. I believe I created an image of how I was stressed and having trouble with the questions, and my nervousness in the entrance of the test. '...biting her nails...' The ending of the test is also described, and the urgency to complete it by randomly filling in bubbles.
My poem is composed completely in free verse, although I have utilised several basic poetic techniques. I have utilised imagery, and repetition. 'She knows this question, she knows it!' I have used a simile, and without even knowing!
I have also used alliteration in writing 'trifling challenge,' seeing as they both have the same beginning sound.
And now, the tension has left me, I've poured out my soul for you to see. :)
Biting her nails
Twirling her hair,
The test begins.
She scans through the questions,
Her face cringing with fear.
She sucks on her pencil,
And thinks about starting the first question.
She knows this question,
She knows it!
Working slowly through it,
She colours the first circle in.
With assurance of understanding and completing the first question,
She continues with the rest.
The overwhelming feeling of the thousands of people in this test,
Goes away like the sun behind the clouds.
The time passes slowly by,
And she ever so slowly gets through it all.
Five minutes to go,
Better guess them all.
She randomly colours in bubbles,
Knowing they like to see you try.
The test - a trifling challenge.
Finally over.
Sit and wait for the results.
- Melissa Chen
This piece is reflecting on an exam I took about 2 weeks ago, for a school that I would be entering as a year nine student. I just decided on reflecting on this because there was a lot that happened in this test that particularly annoyed me, truthfully. I find that the best poetry is the poetry you sit down and write, without thinking about what you write down too much. I believe that to be true emotion. This was an extremely important test and a lot of pressure was put on me by my fellow peers and especially by my parents, so letting all that stress and tension through the medium of poetry was a great feeling.
This test was especially hard as well, so the mood was tense and I was so nervous!
This whole poem is describing what I was doing during the whole test. I believe I created an image of how I was stressed and having trouble with the questions, and my nervousness in the entrance of the test. '...biting her nails...' The ending of the test is also described, and the urgency to complete it by randomly filling in bubbles.
My poem is composed completely in free verse, although I have utilised several basic poetic techniques. I have utilised imagery, and repetition. 'She knows this question, she knows it!' I have used a simile, and without even knowing!
I have also used alliteration in writing 'trifling challenge,' seeing as they both have the same beginning sound.
And now, the tension has left me, I've poured out my soul for you to see. :)
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