Stranger and Me
By: Jason Chang
Dynamite Poem
Me
Nonchalant, whimsical
Whistling, strolling, enjoying
Hoody, Jeans, homeless man, rags
Shady, sad, somber
Stranger
Monday, March 1, 2010
Poem 7#
Strangers
By: Jason Chang
Haiku
What should you do when…
A stranger smiles, begs, or just…?
You learn from them… Lots…
By: Jason Chang
Haiku
What should you do when…
A stranger smiles, begs, or just…?
You learn from them… Lots…
Poem 6#
An Ode to Mao
By: Jason Chang
Ode
Oh Mao! Oh mighty and valiant Mao!!
You caught stumbling China with your hands
And by your might it gloriously stands
Those days ,at school, when I would worship thou
At school one-thousand of us, stood in rows.
In the mist of the frozen dawn, we sang
Awoke the whole city, our voices rang.
From far away you could hear our echoes.
You were everywhere, I looked around me
On paper bills and picture frames on walls
Your warm smile radiated in every car
And at Beijing I saw your dead body
I realized that every morning then,
When I would sing my heart out for one man
It was actually for this fat dead corpse
Yet still I honored him for good ol’ days.
By: Jason Chang
Ode
Oh Mao! Oh mighty and valiant Mao!!
You caught stumbling China with your hands
And by your might it gloriously stands
Those days ,at school, when I would worship thou
At school one-thousand of us, stood in rows.
In the mist of the frozen dawn, we sang
Awoke the whole city, our voices rang.
From far away you could hear our echoes.
You were everywhere, I looked around me
On paper bills and picture frames on walls
Your warm smile radiated in every car
And at Beijing I saw your dead body
I realized that every morning then,
When I would sing my heart out for one man
It was actually for this fat dead corpse
Yet still I honored him for good ol’ days.
Poem 5#
Living in China
By: Jason Chang
Blank Verse
School ended, a magnificent feeling.
Release your neck from communism, basking in freedom
Step past the iron gates and face a ghetto-land
Walk by the graying blocks people live in.
And through the stench of public bathrooms
Skip from brick to brick in colorful sidewalk patterns
Time to time I kick a piece of trash
Look up to scout for beeping, speeding, taxis.
None...Then proceed.
Pity the trees whose trunks are painted ghost-white
Whose roots are poking out of asphalt streets.
Count the damp round spots on them and laugh.
Quick dash! When you spot the renowned crazy granny
Look up, blue skies and plastic bags
I’m almost home and swing my arms.
Feel something wet, sticky, and not pleasant.
Look ahead and see a lone man, bicycling.
Down, down the road he goes.
By: Jason Chang
Blank Verse
School ended, a magnificent feeling.
Release your neck from communism, basking in freedom
Step past the iron gates and face a ghetto-land
Walk by the graying blocks people live in.
And through the stench of public bathrooms
Skip from brick to brick in colorful sidewalk patterns
Time to time I kick a piece of trash
Look up to scout for beeping, speeding, taxis.
None...Then proceed.
Pity the trees whose trunks are painted ghost-white
Whose roots are poking out of asphalt streets.
Count the damp round spots on them and laugh.
Quick dash! When you spot the renowned crazy granny
Look up, blue skies and plastic bags
I’m almost home and swing my arms.
Feel something wet, sticky, and not pleasant.
Look ahead and see a lone man, bicycling.
Down, down the road he goes.
Peom 4#
Many years of time ago, he left to go..
By: Jason Chang
Ballad
Many years of time ago
I found myself a good old friend
When we first met I said “hello”
I knew this friendship would not end
Many years of time ago
My friend and I then made a pact.
To be best friends and always so
To never argue or fight back
With our wild and childish manners
Till the end of mid-schools years
Me and him were close as brothers
Until that day he left to go.
He left to go, He left to go
And now ‘bout friendships I now know
Once they seem like never-ending
They will fade with one sudden blow
By: Jason Chang
Ballad
Many years of time ago
I found myself a good old friend
When we first met I said “hello”
I knew this friendship would not end
Many years of time ago
My friend and I then made a pact.
To be best friends and always so
To never argue or fight back
With our wild and childish manners
Till the end of mid-schools years
Me and him were close as brothers
Until that day he left to go.
He left to go, He left to go
And now ‘bout friendships I now know
Once they seem like never-ending
They will fade with one sudden blow
Poem 3#
Imagine this
By: Jason Chang
Free Verse
Imagine myself, walking back from school.
Maybe even skipping, running, strolling
But you must include these specific things
Me wearing my blue school uniform,
My red communist scarf around my neck,
My very short hedgehog haircut showing,
A narrow street arrayed with autumn leaves
And finally a line of trees, singing.
It was truly beautiful, splendorous
I’m almost home, when down the street I see.
A grandma running frantically toward me.
She’s crazy, pure craziness, so I scream
And sprint home until all is safe and sound
That day I learned there’s human beings like these.
By: Jason Chang
Free Verse
Imagine myself, walking back from school.
Maybe even skipping, running, strolling
But you must include these specific things
Me wearing my blue school uniform,
My red communist scarf around my neck,
My very short hedgehog haircut showing,
A narrow street arrayed with autumn leaves
And finally a line of trees, singing.
It was truly beautiful, splendorous
I’m almost home, when down the street I see.
A grandma running frantically toward me.
She’s crazy, pure craziness, so I scream
And sprint home until all is safe and sound
That day I learned there’s human beings like these.
Poem 2#
When a stranger asks you for money and you give it to them and regret it
By: Jason Chang
Villanelle
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully.
because, one day, a man, asked me,”Money?”
People don’t cheat, they’re nice, obviously.
End of a break of nothing, suddenly
Dark, Asian, dressed in black, and asked,” Money?”
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully
The victim of a burglar’s cunning deeds
Short-cut hair, raspy voice asking,” Money?”
People don’t cheat, they’re nice, obviously.
He says: “it’s for his bus fare.” Desperately
He says:”I’ll be good, just please,”Money?”
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully.
can’t understand, he blabbers too quickly
Except those brief parts when he asks,”Money?”
People don’t cheat, they’re nice, obviously.
I learned a lesson, and carved it deeply
in my heart. That the next two lines are faulty.
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully.
People don’t cheat they’re nice, obviously.
By: Jason Chang
Villanelle
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully.
because, one day, a man, asked me,”Money?”
People don’t cheat, they’re nice, obviously.
End of a break of nothing, suddenly
Dark, Asian, dressed in black, and asked,” Money?”
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully
The victim of a burglar’s cunning deeds
Short-cut hair, raspy voice asking,” Money?”
People don’t cheat, they’re nice, obviously.
He says: “it’s for his bus fare.” Desperately
He says:”I’ll be good, just please,”Money?”
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully.
can’t understand, he blabbers too quickly
Except those brief parts when he asks,”Money?”
People don’t cheat, they’re nice, obviously.
I learned a lesson, and carved it deeply
in my heart. That the next two lines are faulty.
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully.
People don’t cheat they’re nice, obviously.
Poem 1#
Mute relationships
By: Jason Chang
Sonnet
I ride a bus to and from monotone
Trying to make the wasted days to pass
And now must face another week to moan
Escaping stress I roam this bus ride mass
To my right arm I see a sleeping girl
Her bag a pillow and her earphones in
Listening into her own dreamy whirl
Such peace I envy, truly, deep within
To my left arm I see a little child
Hard to remember days when I was him
So free to shout and scream aloud, go wild
But now my once fresh grin right now is dim
My lesson from these mute relationships
To live with these: calm hearts, big dreams, free lips
By: Jason Chang
Sonnet
I ride a bus to and from monotone
Trying to make the wasted days to pass
And now must face another week to moan
Escaping stress I roam this bus ride mass
To my right arm I see a sleeping girl
Her bag a pillow and her earphones in
Listening into her own dreamy whirl
Such peace I envy, truly, deep within
To my left arm I see a little child
Hard to remember days when I was him
So free to shout and scream aloud, go wild
But now my once fresh grin right now is dim
My lesson from these mute relationships
To live with these: calm hearts, big dreams, free lips
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Ghazal analysis
Serendipity
Susan Melot
Call it coincidence, fate, or mere chance.
A happy turn of the dice, mere chance.
The odds are low you'll win the lotto
But why not throw your lot in — dare chance?
The path of a fairy tale, lined with minute clues;
Uncovered by a clever prince, not pure chance.
To sit under the tree with Isaac Newton
When the apple fell, insight ensnared chance.
A mistake led to islands of fine mold,
Fleming seized the yellow fruit of sheer chance!
Bad luck, good luck, in the end we help fate.
Error led Columbus' boats to steer chance.
Of existence will we solve the puzzles?
From stars wrought. An alchemy of rare chance.
The explorer may find diamonds or deceit.
Some eaten by creek crocs, caught by drear chance.
Take the Frost foot-path, clear of all footprints.
You may find unknown treasures of dear chance.
Risk the soft sanctum of your inner soul.
Susan left home so she could bestir chance
Title: Serendity--sounds like it will be peaceful although I'm not sure if it is a real word or not.
Paraphrase:.....
Connotation: a lot of allusions such as : columbus, Issac Newton, and Fleming.
Attitude: Mysterious, playful,
Shift
Susan Melot
Call it coincidence, fate, or mere chance.
A happy turn of the dice, mere chance.
The odds are low you'll win the lotto
But why not throw your lot in — dare chance?
The path of a fairy tale, lined with minute clues;
Uncovered by a clever prince, not pure chance.
To sit under the tree with Isaac Newton
When the apple fell, insight ensnared chance.
A mistake led to islands of fine mold,
Fleming seized the yellow fruit of sheer chance!
Bad luck, good luck, in the end we help fate.
Error led Columbus' boats to steer chance.
Of existence will we solve the puzzles?
From stars wrought. An alchemy of rare chance.
The explorer may find diamonds or deceit.
Some eaten by creek crocs, caught by drear chance.
Take the Frost foot-path, clear of all footprints.
You may find unknown treasures of dear chance.
Risk the soft sanctum of your inner soul.
Susan left home so she could bestir chance
Title: Serendity--sounds like it will be peaceful although I'm not sure if it is a real word or not.
Paraphrase:.....
Connotation: a lot of allusions such as : columbus, Issac Newton, and Fleming.
Attitude: Mysterious, playful,
Shift
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Villanelle
Down in the Dark a paper heart I find
Its warm and soothing pink I wish to keep
Now in my empty soul it is confined
Amidst shadows of hatred I'm entwined
But when inside someone's glee soul I peep
Down in the Dark a paper heart I find
Its brilliant red flashes in my mind
And into me its fluids slowly seep
Now in my empty soul it is confined
Engulfed in sorrow and woefully bind
From someone's smile light radiates and leaps
Down in the Dark a paper heart I find
Its golden rays shine forth in grand divine
Illuminates into my spirit's deep
Now in my empty soul it is confined
It opened eyes that once by darkness blind
And passed it on for others safe to keep
Down in the dark a paper heart I find
Now in my empty soul it is confined
Its warm and soothing pink I wish to keep
Now in my empty soul it is confined
Amidst shadows of hatred I'm entwined
But when inside someone's glee soul I peep
Down in the Dark a paper heart I find
Its brilliant red flashes in my mind
And into me its fluids slowly seep
Now in my empty soul it is confined
Engulfed in sorrow and woefully bind
From someone's smile light radiates and leaps
Down in the Dark a paper heart I find
Its golden rays shine forth in grand divine
Illuminates into my spirit's deep
Now in my empty soul it is confined
It opened eyes that once by darkness blind
And passed it on for others safe to keep
Down in the dark a paper heart I find
Now in my empty soul it is confined
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
This poem is an imagery of a man slowly getting up and glimpsing out to see the nature awake with him, slowly, as the light shines slowly on the trees, the worm starts crawling up to eat the leaves, and Nature starts to move. And just like the nature that know what it should do and where it should go. The author is doing the same thing by waking up slowly and right away going to the place he has to go.
The structure of the poem helped me to understand the deep meaning of the poem more.
It gave me a sense in the shifts in the authors tone and connotation. And it also showed me when to pause and reflect on the things I just read.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
This poem is an imagery of a man slowly getting up and glimpsing out to see the nature awake with him, slowly, as the light shines slowly on the trees, the worm starts crawling up to eat the leaves, and Nature starts to move. And just like the nature that know what it should do and where it should go. The author is doing the same thing by waking up slowly and right away going to the place he has to go.
The structure of the poem helped me to understand the deep meaning of the poem more.
It gave me a sense in the shifts in the authors tone and connotation. And it also showed me when to pause and reflect on the things I just read.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sonnet
I ride a bus to and from monotone
Trying to make the wasted days to pass
And now must face another week to moan
Escaping stress I roam this bus ride mass
To my right arm I see a sleeping girl
Her bag a pillow and her earphones in
Listening into her own dreamy whirl
Such peace I envy, truly, deep within
To my left arm I see a little child
Hard to remember days when I was him
So free to shout and scream aloud, go wild
But now my once fresh grin right now is dim
My lesson from these mute relationships
To live with these:calm hearts, big dreams, free lips
Trying to make the wasted days to pass
And now must face another week to moan
Escaping stress I roam this bus ride mass
To my right arm I see a sleeping girl
Her bag a pillow and her earphones in
Listening into her own dreamy whirl
Such peace I envy, truly, deep within
To my left arm I see a little child
Hard to remember days when I was him
So free to shout and scream aloud, go wild
But now my once fresh grin right now is dim
My lesson from these mute relationships
To live with these:calm hearts, big dreams, free lips
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sonnet
From you have I been absent in the spring
Shakespeare
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
The Last Sonnet
There are many challenges that I have seen
not many are as odd as this one is
to this challenge I am not very keen
I would much rather get a final quiz
The assignment is an anthology
so many poems to put into it
please Easton send me to biology
if someone sold one I would buy a kit
I say the worst part of this assignment
Is writing a original sonnet
This makes my brain go out of alignment
to not do it can I move to Monett
This, the last sonnet I will ever do
is now being enjoyed right now by you.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Reflection
A. What was the easiest aspect of writing a ballad? What was the hardest?
B. Did you consult any outside resources to assist you in writing?
C. Why do people write poetry?
D. What is an example of an excellent word choice in your ballad and why?
A) The easiest aspect of writing a ballad was... nothing.. The hardest was everything about it: rhyming, rhythm, topic, etc.
B) Nope
C) People write poetry because it doesn't have certain exact rules to follow by like essays do.
D) I would say that the best word choice of mine in a ballad would be blow. Blow described how easily friendships can go away
B. Did you consult any outside resources to assist you in writing?
C. Why do people write poetry?
D. What is an example of an excellent word choice in your ballad and why?
A) The easiest aspect of writing a ballad was... nothing.. The hardest was everything about it: rhyming, rhythm, topic, etc.
B) Nope
C) People write poetry because it doesn't have certain exact rules to follow by like essays do.
D) I would say that the best word choice of mine in a ballad would be blow. Blow described how easily friendships can go away
Ballad
Many years of time ago
I found myself a good old friend
When we first met I said “hello”
I knew this friendship would not end
Many years of time ago
My friend and I then made a pact.
To be best friends and always so
To never argue or fight back
With our wild and childish manners
Till the end of mid-schools years
Me and him were close as brothers
Until that day he left to go.
He left to go, He left to go
And now ‘bout friendships I now know
Once they seem like never-ending
They’ll be gone with one sudden blow.
I found myself a good old friend
When we first met I said “hello”
I knew this friendship would not end
Many years of time ago
My friend and I then made a pact.
To be best friends and always so
To never argue or fight back
With our wild and childish manners
Till the end of mid-schools years
Me and him were close as brothers
Until that day he left to go.
He left to go, He left to go
And now ‘bout friendships I now know
Once they seem like never-ending
They’ll be gone with one sudden blow.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
January 11
(5) What do you think about people polluting the environment?
People polluting the environment, including me, are a group of stupid and irresponsible people. The reasons why are just logical. First of all, we are not the only people living on this planet there are others yet to come in the future generation. Polluting the world is just giving the mess to clean up to the future generations. Secondly whatever you think whether it being a total coincidence that the earth was formed or rather that a super-natural God created it, there should be shown some respect for nature or God for giving you life and providing habitable living conditions. And by respecting we should maintain its condition, not destroy them. Lastly, this earth we live in provides us many things such as entertainment, resources, beauty, and pleasure, to waste all these would be a shame. Thus I conclude that we the people who pollute this world are stupid and irresponsible.
(7) What do you think about people who are inconsiderate of others?
We all live our lives as if the whole world revolved around ourselves. We only think about ourselves sometimes and are inconsiderate to others either by actions, words, or just in our minds. However what if there was an extra in a movie, someone who only lasted two fifths of a second in just one scene. The person then calls his friends and family to watch this movie about himself. Similarly we frequently think that the whole entire history of this world was about us. They live as though they are the main character and that others are the extras, and that is just ridiculous.
People polluting the environment, including me, are a group of stupid and irresponsible people. The reasons why are just logical. First of all, we are not the only people living on this planet there are others yet to come in the future generation. Polluting the world is just giving the mess to clean up to the future generations. Secondly whatever you think whether it being a total coincidence that the earth was formed or rather that a super-natural God created it, there should be shown some respect for nature or God for giving you life and providing habitable living conditions. And by respecting we should maintain its condition, not destroy them. Lastly, this earth we live in provides us many things such as entertainment, resources, beauty, and pleasure, to waste all these would be a shame. Thus I conclude that we the people who pollute this world are stupid and irresponsible.
(7) What do you think about people who are inconsiderate of others?
We all live our lives as if the whole world revolved around ourselves. We only think about ourselves sometimes and are inconsiderate to others either by actions, words, or just in our minds. However what if there was an extra in a movie, someone who only lasted two fifths of a second in just one scene. The person then calls his friends and family to watch this movie about himself. Similarly we frequently think that the whole entire history of this world was about us. They live as though they are the main character and that others are the extras, and that is just ridiculous.
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