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The Joy of Words Raw w/ or w/out rhyme Patternless? Random Off the wall Informal Clean Rhyme schemes Follows rules Patterns Orderly Not so crazy Formal.

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2 The Joy of Words

3 Raw w/ or w/out rhyme Patternless? Random Off the wall Informal Clean Rhyme schemes Follows rules Patterns Orderly Not so crazy Formal

4 Personification Simile Metaphor Irony Satire Hyperbole Understatement Overstatement Paradox

5 The wind whispered in his ear, Be still... Be still. Raindrops kissed the dry earth bringing hope to the whole town. Motley thought, I hope we stop here. I really have to go. He sniffed the fire hydrant as Billy talked to Sally. Sally didnt have Gracie with her today. Man, he loved that little white poodle.

6 Nikki Giovanni the world is not a pleasant place to be without someone to hold and be held by a river would stop its flow if only a stream were there to receive it an ocean would never laugh if clouds werent there to kiss her tears the world is not a pleasant place to be without someone

7 William Wordsworth I wondered lonely as a cloud That floats on high oer vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company: I gazedand gazedbut little thought What wealth the show to me had brought For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

8 Her eyes glittered like moon beams flickering off the lake. The pain ripped through him like a flame torturing his soul. Joy filled the room as if it were tangible... as if it were soft swirlings of cotton candy floating around and around.

9 – May Swenson Beneath heavens vault remember always walking through halls of cloud down aisles of sunlight or through high hedges of the green rain walk in the world highheeled with swirl of cape hand at the swordhilt of your pride Keep a tall throat Remain aghast at life Enter each day as upon a stage lighted and waiting for your step Crave upward as flame have keenness in the nostril Give your eyes to agony or rapture Train your hands as birds to be brooding or nimble Move your body as the horses sweeping on slender hooves over crag and prairie with fleeing manes and aloofness of their limbs Take earth for your own large room and the floor of earth carpeted with sunlight and hung round with silver wind for your dancing place

10 His hands were claws digging into my flesh. I was his prey; he was the hunter. My fear was a heavy load of everyone elses packages: their expectations were overwhelming me. The book was an exciting journey into the realm of Egyptian tombs.

11 Vachel Lindsay In the Beginning The sun is a huntress young, The sun is red, red joy, The sun is an Indian girl, Of the tribe of the Illinois. Mid-morning The sun is a smoldering fire, That creeps through the high gray plain, And leaves not a bush of cloud To blossom with flowers of rain. Noon The sun is a wounded deer, That treads pale grass in the skies, Shaking his golden horns, Flashing his baleful eyes. Sunset The sun is an eagle old; There in the windless west, Atop of the spirit-cliffs He builds him a crimson nest.

12 An ad for cigarettes right next to an ad for help with cancer Saying something is beautiful when its actually an awful thing that has happened Saying something is sick when its actually beautiful or neat

13 John Updike Pearl Avenue runs past the high-school lot, Bends with the trolley tracks, and stops, cut off Before it has a chance to go two blocks, At Colonel McComsky Plaza. Berths Garage Is on the corner facing west, and there, Most days, youll find Flick Webb, who helps Berth out. Flick stands tall among the idiot pumps Five on a side, the old bubble-head style, Their rubber elbows hanging loose and low. Ones nostrils are two Ss, and his eyes An E and O. And one is squat, without A head at allmore of a football type. Once Flick played for the high-school team, the Wizards. He was good: in fact, the best. In 46 He bucketed three hundred ninety points, A county record still. The ball loved Flick. I saw him rack up thirty-eight or forty In one home game. His hands were like wild birds. He never learned a trade, he just sells gas, Checks oil, and changes flats. Once in a while, As a gag, he dribbles an inner tube, But most of us remember anyway. His hands are fine and nervous on the lug wrench. It makes no difference to the lug wrench, though. Off work, he hangs around Maes Luncheonette. Grease-gray and kind of coiled, he plays pinball, Smokes those thin cigars, nurses lemon phosphates. Flick seldom says a word to Mae, just nods Beyond her face toward bright applauding tiers Of Necco Wafers, Nibs, and Juju Beads.

14 Jonathon Swifts, The Perfect Proposal Scary Movie Spoofing Mocking Mimicking Impersonating

15 Shel Silverstein My dad gave me one dollar bill Cause Im his smartest son, And I swapped it for two shiny quarters Cause two is more than one! And then I took the quarters And traded them to Lou For three dimesI guess he dont know That three is more than two! Just then, along came old blind Bates And just cause he cant see He gave me four nickels for my three dimes, And four is more than three! And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs Down at the seed-feed store, And the fool gave me five pennies for them, And five is more than four! And then I went and showed my dad, And he got red in the cheeks And closed his eyes and shook his head Too proud of me to speak!

16 His hatred consumed to the point where it burnt holes into my soul. His love overtook my every movement; my life was forever dedicated to his requests. School is beyond boring; its like watching a tree grow a new leafyou may never see the beginning or the end. Lunch today was so exuberantly disgusting; I thought I was on the season premiere of Fear Factor eating eggs of some not so exotic bird.

17 Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance. The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me to. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, thats certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Anothers. She will be anothers. Like my kisses before. Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, thats certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

18 The break-up was like stubbing a toe (he actually put his fist through a window and needed 12 stitches) Their love was a prick in my side (when his infatuation with her was all-consuming) Winter in Pennsylvania can be chilly (after a week of below 25 temperatures) The TV reception is annoying (when no channels will stay in & everything comes in with static)

19 Gary Soto Today its going to cost us thirty-five dollars To live. Six for a softball. Eight for a book, A handful of ones for coffee and two sweet rolls, Bus fare, rosin for your mothers violin. Were completing our task. The tip I left For the waitress filters down Like rain, wetting the new roots of a child Perhaps, a belligerent cat that wont let go Of a balled sock until theres chicken to eat. As far as I can tell, daughter, it works like this: You buy crayons from a stationer, a bag of apples From the farmers market, and what dollars Are passed on help others buy pencils, a guitar, Tickets to a matinee movie. If we buy a goldfish, someone tries on a hat. If we buy crayons, someone walks home with a broom. A tip, a small purchase here and there, And things just keep going. I guess.

20 Youve got it all She has the most beautiful voice youll ever hear He was so mean; He was a Hitler Their romance is as dangerous as Romeo and Juliets All of the problems in this country have been caused by Democrats (or Republicans)

21 Emily Dickinson Im Nobody! Who are you? Are youNobodyToo? Then theres a pair of us! Dont tell! theyd advertiseyou know! How drearyto beSomebody! How publiclike a Frog To tell ones name the livelong June To an admiring Bog!

22 Will bite when cornered (ad for a tire) Divergence or variation in the word bite Bite would normally mean with teeth; this means with the tread of the tires Its a Sucker (ad for a vacuum cleaner) Divergence or variation in the word sucker Sucker would normally mean someone who is easily tricked; this means to actually suck in the dirt

23 Denise Levertov Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who dont know the secret wrote the line. They told me (through a third person) they had found it but not what it was not even What line it was. No doubt by now, more than a week later, they have forgotten the secret, the line, the name of the poem. I love them for finding what I cant find, and for loving me for the line I wrote, and for forgetting it so that a thousand times, till death finds them, they may discover it again, in other lines in other happenings. And for wanting to know it, for assuming there is such a secret, yes, for that most of all.

24 Enjambment Onomatopoeia Alliteration Assonance Consonance Repetition Rhyme Imagery

25 The continuation of a sentence from one line of a poem into the next A run-on line Makes the readers eye follow the line Can help with the poems meter & flow Is, however, used in organic poetry, too

26 Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my childrens lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in this beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

27 Sound words Crash Bang Toot Bleep Sizzle Swish Pow Whack

28 Carl Sandburg It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes. The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts. The banjo tickles and titters too awful. The chippies talk about the funnies in the papers. The cartoonists weep in their beer. Ship riveters talk with their feet To the feet of floozies under the tables. A quartet of white hopes mourn with interspersed snickers: "I got the blues. I got the blues. I got the blues." And... as we said earlier: The cartoonists weep in their beer.

29 Repetition of same sound in a poem Must have two or more words with same sound Tongue twisters Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers Shelly picks sea shells at the sea shore Calls attention to certain words He who laughs last laughs first. Time and tide wait for no man.

30 By Edgar Alan Poe I (of IV) Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

31 Repetition of VOWEL sounds in words that are close to each other John Betjeman's 'A Subaltern's Love Song' "westering, questioning settles the sun / On your low-leaded window

32 I know this rose is only an ink-and-paper rose but see how it grows and goes on growing beneath your eyes: a rose in flower has had (almost) its vegetable hour whilst my rose of spaces and typography can reappear at will (your will) whenever you repeat this ceremony of the eye from the beginning and thus learn how to resurrect a rose thats instantaneous perennial and perfect now By Charles Tomlinson

33 repetition of similar consonant sounds, especially at the ends of words lost and past confess and dismiss

34 By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep. This poem provides a good example of Assonance and Consonance. The s sound.

35 Harrison Fuller Repetition can be good Repetition can be bad Repetition can make you smile Repetition can make you mad To repeat a specific word That is repetition Repetition can take a hold That is the repeating mission Repetition is used in life Repetition is used in speech Repetition is used in writing Repetition is in reach To repeat a repeatable word Gives speech a repeatable rhyme The repeatable rhyme has a repeatable pattern Which is not a repeatable crime Repetition can be annoying Repetition can be a pain Repetition can get better Repetition can repeatedly gain When an intelligent word is repeated It repeatedly loses its awe Repeating it often loses value But mild repetition adds more Repetition will reappear Repetition will come round Repetition will be seen again Repetitions a familiar sound Ill repeat what I said at the beginning And Ill repeat it at the end Repetition may do some good But itll send you repeatedly round the bend

36 Come on Get a clue You know how to rhyme You do! The adjacent poem is written by Sarah Teasdale and is titled, There will come soft rains There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone. Each couplet has an end rhyme.

37 Words paint pictures Makes experience more real for reader Impact of meaning enhanced Every word counts Active verbs Fun words Meaningful adjectives

38 By Mary O. Fumento, 1999 Pink petals passing Scents above so high Painted porcelain perfection Blossoms caress the sky Swaying silent shroud Suitors strolling by Pink petals passing Lover's gentle sigh Pastel hues falling Slow fluttering grace Pink petals passing Lining streams in lace Pink petals passing Smoothest transit by Soft essence floating In most subtle lullaby Inducing springtime slumber Upon a satin shore Sailing with the current Pink petals pass before

39 Haiku Cinquain Limerick Free verse


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