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

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.

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

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.

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.