To all the students of Grade 9:
I would like to congratulate you all on the excellent and extremely creative analysis of Catcher in the Rye.
Literature:
-The week of January 23rd will focus on elements of poetry as mentioned before.But, I would like you to research or to write your own poems related to "Teens and their Challenges". Post your work here!
Grammar:
-This week, the students will be working on adverbial and noun clauses (ch 15).
Portfolio;
-Dont forget to write you reflections!!
An Erratic Cycle
ReplyDeleteAt early age, dawn is forever.
The choices made all seem clever.
Everyone rests on a rug from heaven.
And it’s hard to deny
Yet no soul can tell why
Before the mirror, we cry.
Suddenly, noon breaks
Yet it seems like dusk.
The world is a dream
Instigating from us.
The tears are rare
But grief is universal.
A single phrase is freed
And each word is a reversal.
The heart instantly shatters
From a vile phase it’s been through.
The soul eagerly flees
From what it’s born into.
The morbid life takes over
And the thoughts are better off unknown.
The stunning pictures vanish.
Neither one is heading back home.
As for the hugs and kisses
Looming in with an avid flow.
They are only known as shams
Since the passion would come and go.
In spite of all said before
When dusk actually does approach
The eyes are blinded, all encroached
Still shoving deceptions into the core.
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Deletehi miss i just wanted to ask are the articles for portfolio still based on spine tinglers? it ali ibrahim from 4th A
ReplyDeleteNo, They are based on "Challenges and Choices".
DeleteWhen the Storm Hits
ReplyDeleteYoung is the desert
Weak and fragile
No, not to be hurt
Nor beat and punched
No motion in sight
The sands are calm
Resting In spite
Of the storm to come
The wind picks up
The sands disturbed
The desert corrupt
The storm arrives
The dunes collapse
The grains collide
Some, perhaps
Never to be formed again
The breeze is weak
The storm is dead
Never to wreak
It’s havoc again
The desert reforms
After the daunting curse
But is it for the better
Or is it for the worse?
Are u sure May? "its ali"
ReplyDeleteI just changed my display name :D
ReplyDeleteYes
DeleteCold to the Core
ReplyDeleteBluntly, the force of wind pushed by
Dragging me towards the sky
Where the sun blinded my eyes
Stopped by the clash of thunder, I cried
I felt unknown from the road I've taken
Brightness began to dawn, breaking away
My mind began to spin like a tornado so immense
Struggling for breath,surrounded by darkness
I felt so intense
My! Oh My! To my severed life!
Seeming fragile,so cold! I froze.
I felt the chill to my core
Waking up, I roared!
-Dana Kibbi 4th B
Thank you for posting your poems!They are really interesting! We will discuss them in class this week.
ReplyDeleteLife Goes On
ReplyDelete© Joseph
growing up is tough
it can drive you insane
you look for answers but you're hit by the pain
they say you have nothing to loose and the world to gain
but what happens when you mess up and join a gang
you have no choice but bang
and for money you slang
don't wanna do it anymore bad thoughts swarm your brain
like someone injected a badness drug straight into your vain
now how is the world still yours to gain?
Source: Life Goes On, Life Lesson Poem http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/life-goes-on-4#ixzz1mBffPHvR
Best Teen Poems
hi miss its musallam
God.
ReplyDeleteOh!what do the skies speak of?
Of life or of death?
Rumbling tumbling mumbling then
Blast!A clash of the sea and a river of blood
With a wilderness so brave that it
Runs through me
Do you see it right there?
Heavens pillows waiting for travelers
To rest after a wearisome journey
But the skies!
Oh the skies!
Do not fear the skies!
When black as death
It is dotted with stars
Or are they angels?
Ramzi Kibbi
Dad, Where Are You?
ReplyDelete© KK Tex
Gone...but where?
I can't call you on the phone
I can't knock on your door
No matter how loud I scream you can’t respond
I held your hand as you took your last agonizing breath
You fought with your heart and your soul
you fought for me and to watch my son grow, but you lost..
we lost
My son will never know you;
how funny you were
how generous you were
how there was nothing that could stop you from giving me everything I needed and wanted...except this
You won’t be able to walk me down the aisle
You won’t see me graduate from college
You won’t comfort me as life pushes me down
where are you?
I want to hug you and tell you I love you Again
I want sit and have hot cocoa and coffee together
I want to laugh and smile the way only you could make me
I miss you like crazy dad
I just wish I could find you somewhere out there to let you know.
Source: Daughter Writes About Father's Death, Family Death Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/daughter-writes-about-fathers-death#ixzz1mNSi1XEH
Family Friend Poems
Can We Go Back?
ReplyDeleteYou tell me that I act and think like a child but look at it this way:
When you are a child, you see the rainbow as a miracle,
But when you grow up, you realize it’s nothing but the reflection of the sun and water particles.
When you are a child, you think that people in love end up together,
But when you grow up, you see that nothing around you is expected, not even the weather.
When you are a child, you go along playing tag and trusting all the children at you level,
But when you grow up, you figure that in every person there is a devil.
When you are a child, girls would believe guys had cooties,
But when you grow up, all around the campus you’d see couples, and people saying: “Aw, they’re such cuties.”
When you are a child, your mother would tell you: “You’re the most beautiful child in the world, and everybody loves you.”
But when you grow up, you’d be surrounded by haters and people wishing to be better than you.
When you are a child, your mother is your only hero. You depend on her to do your chores, and at the end of the day, you’d expect from her a good night kiss.
But when you grow up, you go on searching for the answer, not sure what the question really is.
So yeah, next time you tell me to stop thinking like a child, look at it this way:
A child’s life is an illusion compared to the life we live in this world of confusion.
-Rola Itani
No Hope, Can't Cope
ReplyDeleteThrough life we go
As we mature and grow
Preparing for an unending war
Which will last forever more
It’s death again – it’s always there
Watching, waiting with its stare
Every time I look behind
Or reach out to pull the window blind
I watch it pick its next victim
Creeping up from behind- Oh so grim!
To just end the life of someone
To just say “It’s done!”
And they ask me why I am this way
They always ask if I’m okay
How do they expect me to get some sleep
If all they do is sit and weep?
How do you quit
What’s coiled against your spine
When simply saying goodbye
Throws your body into a desperate cry
I’m stuck in this confusion
I’m living in this illusion
Where everyone says everything’s fine
But I always have this tingling in my spine
A feeling I couldn’t get rid of
So I look for help from up above
I call, no answer, so I lose hope
Sorry, I can no longer cope
Yes, You Do Have a Choice
ReplyDeleteIt’s the deep aching scar on the woeful soul
That leaves the person in such melancholy
It’s the refusal of one’s self as a human whole
While rejecting the unbearable certainty
It’s the reaction banishing into a black hole
And expelling one’s entire identity
It’s the stage that plays such a colossal role
In defining the being in life as an entity
It’s the additional loss of total self-control
Desperately searching for an exit from this cruelty
It’s the final phase achieving one’s goal
Abolishing all previous stages of futility
It’s trauma that holds all these cores
Molding one’s unique personality
So beware these phases sole
Or you will be put in such misery
But it’s not only the dark things that make up life
But it’s not only trauma that affects your nature
It’s the charming reality that you do have a choice
That you can be a freethinker and use your high voice
It’s the thing of which gods are made it is love
It’s that deep desire which your heart speaks of
It’s the joy of having everlasting support, genuine friendship
Where you can show your identity and still acquire companionship
It’s the truly heroic deed one can ever hope to achieve
It’s standing alongside your future, it is the hope to succeed
It’s the most significant joy you can ever experience: Hope
It will give you in any situation, the desired power to cope
All these joys are needed in life
And overcome all the phases of trauma suffice
That you will spare the worst of memory
And add a glimmer of light that will make your life extraordinary
-May Abiad
Hi miss, miss i didn't find where are the topics of the reflections in the blog can u please tell me them.
ReplyDeleteSorry for the delay post:
ReplyDeleteFor the portfolio we need:
4 articles with their critiques
Reflections for: 1- Challenges and choices 2-Gift of the Magi 3- The Neckless 4- dead poet society 5- 1 reflection for all poems 6- On summer (optional) 7- A summer to die 8- checkouts 9- Catcher in the rye