SLAM POEM

Definition of life?

Life apparently has a definition
Do I agree? Absolutely not
Apparently life
Is the live existence
Or period of existence
Of an individual
I see that there is no definition
Some may not agree
How can it be?
That someone could accomplish the entire definition of life?

We all live in different places
Different countries
Or even continents
Even live in different environments
Artic, Desert, Rainforest
We each live differently than one another
Our view is altered by where we are from
Life at no time is everyone in the world seeing
The exact same things
Life shouldn’t have a definition

Some may be athletic
Maybe even artistic
Some musical
Even comical
One may set goals athletically to beat a time
Or finish a large piece of art
Write a beautiful piece of music for a loved one
Even nail a stand-up comedy act
All in their lifetime
They each see the world differently
Through the eyes of their talents
Creating their own personalized definition of life

Personalization is the main ingredient to life
It’s a recipe
Not one recipe will be the same
Each will have different ingredients
Even different amounts of this and that
Which are then added to the definition of life
Personalizing each definition to the individual

The bottom line
Is that we are all different
We all have different intentions
Purposes, aims, goals and objectives
Making no right answer for the definition
Personalization is how we answer the question
Not one person should do it for you
It is your question to answer
No one else’s
Life is not one definition
But is diverse throughout the numerous individuals
Life can have no exact definition
That is just how it works

Short slam I did for fun!

-Ninth Grade-

You can just tell that they’re in grade nine
It’s written all over their faces
They don’t fill in the spaces
They just stand in the middle of places
They see older kids out in the sections
And begin to make a reflection
Smoking cigz through their braces
Still can’t do up their laces

At lunch
When they start to munch
They forget their manners
And begin to throw their bananers
Causing a ruckus
Hum… maybe his name’s Markus

A grade nine night out
Here come the school dances
Boys holding awkward stances
Must be from all the glances
They keep passing up the chances
To dive into romances

First day getting your timetable
Trying to find their classes but they are unable
Trying out for every team
Getting cut and ruining their self-esteem
 
So this is what I see
From high above the tree
Life of a grade nine
Is hard to realign
My advice to you
Is to not undo
You identity
Or your ability
To only stay the same
And grow without the aim
Of some superficial fame

Description Assignment

 -Rugby Game-

     Its mid-afternoon and the sun’s rays are breaking through the white puffy clouds. Birds are crossing overhead and chirping to a casual tune. Neighbours in the surrounding area are walking by with their animals along the sidewalk. As they walk sand fly’s from beneath their feet and takes its place once again back on the pathway. The grass is almost dry from the mornings dew, grass is bright green and ready for the game to begin. This pitch across from the school and in the middle of a local neighbourhood is ready, lines painted and markers have been put into place.

     Today is game day, for both the home team and the visitor’s team. Both of the teams are ready for the fight and battle to bring home the win. Victory is their main goal, a goal which has been put into place ever since they stepped on the edge of the pitch. The players together in their teams practice and warm up before the game begins. Along the sideline their nerves begin to settle as they go through the drills which their coaches have set up. Step by step through the pylons the players push themselves to the next step, their abilities growing as they practice; each time takes them one step closer to greatness. They push through the warm-up and practice in preparation for the big game. The referee’s call the captain’s to the center of the pitch to speak about the regulations and to have a coin toss to determine who has first possession of the ball. The referee’s dressed in black and white, stripes appearing in a pattern on his shirt; whistle attached by a string around his neck, long socks on his legs and a pair of boots on his feet. The rest of the players are called to the pitch to ensure that each player has appropriate equipment to guarantee the safety of others. All in a line on opposite sides of the pitch the coaches give the lineups for the game and speak about the expectations for the game. As the coaches leave the pitch the players scatter into their positions. The game begins with a kick and the players begin to play, fifteen players working together as one team. As the thirty players fight to bring home the victory each team strategizes and makes a plan to gain points on the other team. Both teams dive into the other team’s try zone multiplying the points on the scoreboard. Try after try the game begins to heat up. Each of the players are tense and begin to work harder towards the end of the game. The players push the ball out to the winger who proceeds to run up the field towards the try zone, the opposing team doing what they can to stop them from succeeding. As the last few minutes pass by on the clock each teach puts all they have into those last minutes. Running faster, rucking harder, passing faster and pushing harder to win the victory. At the end of the game the players shake hands and mumble “good game” to the opposing players. No harsh feelings are felt towards the winning team; it is a game of heart not of hate.

      As the players leave the pitch it begins to become empty. Only the posts remain on the pitch, the cool breeze and the memories of the game with just took place. Now, the pitch waits for another day, a new game, of rugby.

Pitch= Rugby Field, Boots= Cleats, Try= Touchdown/Point Scored, Try Zone= End Zone

Journal #18

I found this in my binder, forgot to type it out and post it!

-Limerick Poem-

I once was on my way out
But than someone started to shout
I ran back inside
And too my surprise
I didn't know what the shouting was about

Journal #17

-The Hollow Men-
(One Paragraph reader response)

Today in class we watched THE HOLLOW MEN being recited to us. It didn't really appeal to me. I found it kind of boring. Mainly because I didn't know what they were talking about. Also, the man reciting the poem didn't seem like the type to be on video. He didn't draw me into the poem to get me attached and interested about the poem. The Hollow Men seems to be very deep in meaning and seems too have great details.