Friday, November 21 - Ekphrasis

Circus Slideshow by Georges Seurat

 

Made of many dots,

all different colors.

Putting abnormal people on display,

for paying people to look at.

It is not right, but it happens.

Hearing the trombone play,

and the people talking.

Smells of food, animals, and people

it's not an everyday thing.

Feelings of judgment, hatred, weirdness.

Not everyone is the same,

those who are different are shown.

They're paid to be seen.

No one treats them right,

because they're "freaks" or weird.

Isn't everyone a little weird?


http://totallyhistory.com/circus-sideshow/
http://www.metmuseum.org/collection/the-collection-online/search/437654

 

 

 



Thursday, November 20- Emotions

Characters- Joy, Anger, Sadness, Fear, and Disgust and Riley
Background- Riley, who is uprooted from her Midwest life when her father starts a new job in San Francisco. Like all of us, Riley is guided by her emotions: Joy, Anger, Sadness, Fear, and Disgust.

*Situation* Riley is invited to a pool party being thrown by a girl she has just met.
"I am so glad she got invited to this pool party! It will be good for her to leave and get out of this house. It is making her even sadder." said Joy.
"What if her parents won't allow her to go? What if she gets mad fun of there? How will she handle any peer pressure that is brought to her? What if she misses out on making new friends by not going? What will they think of her if she doesn't do?" asked Fear.
"I wouldn't go if I was her. There will be so many people there, and that means the chance of getting sick. You don't know how often they clean the cool. There could be things floating around." said Disgust.
"They're only inviting her because she is the new kid, and she has no friends here. Just let her stay home, she'll show them she doesn't need them." yelled Anger.
"What do you think Sadness? Do you think she should go or no?" asked Joy.
Sadness responded with, "I think she should go. She is too sad, and if she gets any sadder, she will just become depressed. She doesn't need to sit at home and mope around."
"Well then it looks like she should go!" exclaimed Joy.

Tuesday, November 18 - Treason & Historical Fiction

 

1861 was the year,

Lincoln was elected.   

On a train to D.C.,

he was going to be killed.

 

Many death threats,

no worries.

This time was different.

Rumors spread.

 

Going through Baltimore,

no stopping,

not taking that chance.

No one needed to die.

 

No one did die,

for they were safe this time.

There would be many other times.

It was real on April 15, 1865.

 

http://history1800s.about.com/od/crimesanddisasters/ss/failed-assassinations_4.htm

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/the-unsuccessful-plot-to-kill-abraham-lincoln-2013956/

Monday, November 17 - Found Poem

 

I was sleepy.

Why?

Television.

I tried.

I began to complain.

I was deep under the surface.

I was accustomed to it.

Then I'd return,

as if nothing had happened.

http://www.michaeldpollock.com/how-i-overcame-tv-addiction/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Television_addiction

Friday, November 14th- Berlin Wall

It had been twenty- eight years since I last saw Oma (grandmother). Mutter (mother), Vater (father), Adele, and I live in West Germany while Oma lives in East Germany. Adele and I use to go and visit her every Sunday, but since the Soviet Union now controlled East Germany we could not go visit her. I miss her very much. I miss how she use to read me stories or how she would give me Kekse. All that was changed today though. Today, was a very special day. They were tearing down the wall that kept me from visiting Oma. The wall that kept her out of my life for twenty eight years. None of that mattered anymore, for today we would make up for lost time. We would do everything; read, bake, share stories. Mutter, Vater, Adele, and I went to where the gates were open, waiting for Oma. We waited for her for hours, and then Adelaide, Oma's sister, told us she did not make it to see the gates open. I was crushed, and started crying. How could she of not made it? I thought she was so strong! Did she not care about what was waiting for her on the other sides of the gates? All these questions ran through my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

Thursday, November 13- Macabre Art

 

Crying.

All skin and bones,

thus being the Holocaust.

Feelings of pain and torture.

All because they were different.

They weren't pure German.

They were the others.

Deceased were lucky,

Yelling to a god,

they wanted help.

Help being death,

or being released.

The Final Solution will be there soon.



Wednesday, November 12 - The Haunted House

 

At night she cries.

Made from clouds,

she haunts the family.

No one knows her,

or why she does it,

but she does.

 She's takes their loved ones.

At daybreak she disappears.

Leaving no sign,

but death.

Friday, November 7 - Ewww....that's creepy!

 

 

The past is a ghost.
The future may be a nightmare.
To tell you truth,
the now is beginning to feel
a little bit creepy.

Without appreciating life
One cannot understand death
paintings, stories, and talking of it
Destroying the will to live
Even before life gets a chance
Before the journey starts.