LITERATURE 111

IV.MY OWN COMPOSITION
HAIKU POEM

The sky is so blue
The sun is so warm up high
I love the summer

I really like toast
It is yummy when its hot
Cold I like it must

Bears are kind to hearts
And then do big farts

Those who came before
shall forever be with us,
always remembered

Children learn from us.
Teach them about ancestors
Start a family tree!

Haiku softly sings
and a word picture is formed
A feast for the mind

Poetry and love
will fill your heart forever,or rip it to shreds!

Butterflies are cool
in the big huge,green forest.
They fly up so high!

Moths go flying by
They are very beautiful,
Fluttering around.

Ladybugs are red,
And have black spots on their wings.
Experts at flying.

A fat bee stings me,
If hurts very badly but,
I do not cry though.

The bee flies quickly
It turns around and stings me.
Then falls to the ground.

As the wind does blow
Accross the trees,I see the
Buds blooming in May.

I walk across sand
And find myself blistering
In the hot,hot heat

Falling to the ground
I watch a leaf settle down
In a bed of brown

It's cold- and I wait
For someone to shelter me
And take me from here.

The beaches waves hit
Sounding of flooding water
Soothes aches all over

Silence around us
Our watcful eyes hear the world
Hands do the talking.

To be a leader
Our must first dream then act out,
fulfillment is yours

The wind is blowing,
It is blowing very hard
I dont like the wind

I love Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh loves to eat honey
Bees chase Winnie the Pooh

A broken tree cut
Brings no shade to the weary
Then what good is it?

Rain falls,seeds sprout
Continues life from something
Small but strong,it grows.

Gracefully slither
He sneaks to the net untouched
With one swing he scores

Slash,push,crush,swipe skate
Big time effort for four hours
Game ends tied,zero-zero

Up on the tundra
You have one of two choices
Hockeyor....ummm...uhhh...

The winter is over
Spring is here hurray good cheer!
I am glad it's here!

I like spring water
It makes me feel good inside
It takes my breath away

Fall is almost here,
I like the colorful leaves,
Other like the fall too.

Leaves down everywhere
Differnt colors through the year
Fall is almost here!

Fall is leaves falling
Eating crisp,crunchy apples
A warm fire burning.

Falls is leaves falling
Munching on sweet red apples
A warm fire burning

Snow falling slowly
Blanketing the trees and road
Silence and beauty

Branches stretching out
To grab the sunsetscolours
Night is approaching

White light shiningn through
Patterns along the blank wall
Brightening my day

Whitecaps on the bay:
A broken signboard banging
In the April wind.

An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
Splash! Silence again.

Over the wintry
forest,winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow

We are but flyspecks
On that window pane of life
The window cleaner.

Chicken or the egg?
No egg,No chicken dummies
It's a no brainer!

Like medieval knigths
Armor clad,in fields battle
To reap victory
After summer's rain
God's promise is remembered
Glorious rainbow

People united
To secure their liberty
Out of many,one

Patrick of England
Preserving Erin's blood line
Prove out the serpents

Fighting for freedom
Fall of a variant soldier
Resting in the lord

My sheep hear My voice'
Christ did say; and I know then
and they follow me'

Green grass in April
Birds begin to sing in trees
Children playing outside

Frogs jumping around
Frogs hopping away from snakes
Frogs doing cooltricks

Birds chirping a lot
People singing all the time
Birds are going south!
Birds and Bee's flying
Soft blades of grass on my feet
New flowers blooming

TURN -AROUND POEM

I used to watch horror movies,
but now love action films

I used to drink coffee,
but now I prefer milk.

I to eat junkfoods,
but now I prefer to eat healthy foods.

I used to watch movies,
but now love news.

I used to eat twice a day,
but now I prefer to eat regularly

I used to read pocketbooks,
but now I love dictionary.

I used to drink cold water,
but now I prefer to normal water

I used to walking,
but now I prefer to riding.

I used to wear miniskirt,
but now I prefer to pants.

I used to drink cola,
but now I prefer to juice.

I used to watch love stories,
but now I love comedies.

I used to play breakgame,
but now I prefer to cellphone.

I used to watch Mexican films,
but now love korean movies.

I used to read pocketbook,
but now I prefer to book.

I used to play cheesedboard,
but now I prefer to ball.

I used to plant flowers,
but now I prefer to vegetables.

I used to eat bread,
but now I prefer to rice.

I used to wear miniskirt,
but now I prefer to loose skirt.

I used to listen foreign music,
but now I love filipino music.

I used to sang a love song,
but now I love rock.

I used to watch basketball,
but now I love volleyball.

I usedto wear civilian dress,
but now I prefer to wear uniform.

I used to drink coffee,,
but now I prefer to tea,

I used to listen rock music,
but now I love mellow.

I used to eat rice,
but now I prefer to fried rice.

I used to eat hotcake,
but now I prefer to cake.

I used to watch comedy films,
but now I love action.

I used to eat,
but now I prefer to cook

I used to wear sleeveless,
but now I prefer to long sleeve.

I used to backpack,
but now I prefer to shoulder bag.

I used to wear flat shoes,
but now I prefer to highheels.

I used toeat chinese fooods,
but now I prefer to filipipo foods.

I love to swim swimming pool,
but now I prefer to sea.

I used to sing a rock song,
but now I prefer to love song.

I used to wake-up at late,
but now I prefer to wake as early.

I used to pick a flower,
but now I prefer to plant.

I used to be a talkative,
but now I prefer to behave.

I used to speak english,
but now I prefer to tagalog.

I used to write pencil,
but now I prefer to ballpen.

I used to goschool at late,
but now I prefer to go early.

I used to drink wine,
but now I prefer to cola.

I usde to eat raw mango,
but now I prefer to ripe.

I used to eat meat,
bu to now I prefer to vegetables.

I used to watch cartoon networks,
but now I orefer to anime.

I used to watch in laptop,
but now I prefer to television.

I used to wear black t-shirt,
but now I prefer to white.

I used to read tagalog book,
but now I prefer toenglish.

I used to hiking,
but now I prefer to riding.

I used to wear bracelet,
but now I prefer to wristwatch.

CONTRAST POEM

I am not a cellphone so you cannot text me,
I am not a cellphone so you cannot drag me,
I am not a cellphone so I cannot load you I
I am not a cellphone so you cannot press me,
I am not a cellphone so you cannot hold me.

I am not a television so you cannot watch me,
I am not a television so you cannot louder me,
I am not a television so I cannot entertain you,
I am not a television so I cannot inform you,
I am not a television so you cannot transfer me.

I am not a clothes so you cannot change me,
I am not a clothes so you cannot wash me,
I am not a clothes so you cannot saw me,
I am not a clothes so you cannot wear me,
I am not a clothes so you cannot rog me.

I am not a water so you cannot drink me,
I am not a water so you cannot freeze me,
I am not a water so I cannot wash you,
I am not a water so you cannot cold me,
I am not a water so you boiled me.

I am not a bank so you cannot deposit me,
I am not a bank so you cannot withdraw me,
I am not a bank so you cannot savings me,
I am not a bank so you cannot loan me,
I am not a bank so profit you.

I am not a photo so you cannot look me,
I am not a photo so you cannot frame,
I am not a photo so you cannot develop me,
I am not a photo so you cannot display me,
I am not a photo so you cannot scan me.

I am not a clay so you cannot mold me,
I am not a clay so you cannot form me,
I am not a clay so you cannot makes me,
I am not a clay so you cannot build me,
I am not a clay so you cannot play me.

I am not a plant so you cannot seedlings me,
I am not a plant so you cannot pick me,
I am not a plant so you cannot cut me,
I am not a plant so you cannot transplant me,
I am not a plant so you cannot plant me.

I am not a door so you cannot enter me,
I am not a door so you cannot exit me,
I am not a door so you cannot push me,
I am not a door so you cannot pull me,
I am not a door so you cannot lock me.

I am not a food so you cannot eat me,
I am not a food so you cannot mouthful me,
I am not a food so you cannot cook me,
I am not a food so you cannot taste me,
I am not a food so you cannot vomit me.

I am not a computer so you cannot click me,
I am not a computer so you cannot type me,
I am not a computer so you cannot enter me,
I am not a computer so you cannot drag me,
I am not a computer so you cannot install me.

I am not a paper so you cannot write me,
I am not a paper so you cannot cut me,
I am not a paper so you cannot throw me,
I am not a paper so you cannot paint me,
I am not a paper so you cannot burn me.

I am not a a movie so you cannot watch me,
I am not a movie so you cannot copy me,
I am not a movie so you cannot rent me,
I am not a movie so you cannot replay me,
I am not a movie so you cannot stop me.

I am not a cellphone so you cannot on me,
I am not a cellphone so you cannot text me,
I am not a cellphone so you cannot call me,
I am not a cellphone so you cannot silent mode me,
I am not a cellphone so you cannot load me.

I am not a car so you cannot ride me,
I am not a car so you cannot drive me,
I am not a car so you cannot hop in me,
I am not a car so you cannot start me,
I am not a car so you cannot brake me.

I am not a book so you cannot read me,
I am not a book so you cannot cover me,
I am not a book so you judge me,
I am not a book so you cannot borrow me,
I am not a book so you cannot hold me.

I am not a property so you cannot sell me,
I am not a property so you cannot buy me,
I am not a property so you price me,
I am not a property so you cannot own me,
I am not a property so you cannot deal me.

I am not a cellphone so you cannot vibrate me,
I am not a cellphone so you cannot charge me,
I am not a cellphone so I cannot save you,
I am not a cellphone so you cannot text me,
I am not a cellphone so you cannot delete me.

'SHORT STORY'

The Quarrel

by Andres Cristobal Cruz

With half-shut eyes he tried in his mind, to make out other things of the objects in the still dim room. His shirt, for instance, hanging from a nail of the post between the bed and small altar of the Sagrada Familia, appeared, against the unmoving faint light of the oil wick, like a man’s severed body, armless in the dark, headless against the blackwood, and like the cellutex curtain drawn to side against the wall seemed cold and mute, as if driven there by the whole night’s darkness which would soon leave, allowing light outside to comment, through the blind eyes of their only window where sashpanes were missing, here and there upon the narrow room, defining in straight rays the reality of the things he had made out –– the still golden finger that was the oil lamp-wick which now looked more like a tiny slit of light, or a small bright leaf of light in the huge wall of darkness, the incomplete form of a man that was his shirt where it should not be, had it been noticed by Nina, on the nail –– all of these the outside light would slowly reintegrate into what they really were.
He heard the first trip dragging itself in the distance, leaving three tortured shrill whistle blasts and the irregular rumbling of iron-wheels to echo in whose consciousness lay listening, echo less and less until what had been one should became only a vague thought, as it was now with him as he turned on his side, getting under the mosquito net to lie beside Nina, his wife. She had her back to him; he had shaken her when she shriek in the nightmare, and since then he had not slept again. He pulled her lovingly by the shoulder, his hand passing over her breast as she turned, still asleep. Had the child lived, that was six months, seven? He tried to remember, had it lived, she would be cradling it now. She moaned, called: Ismael, Nina, he whispered; she yawned after a while, meeting him under the tightening sheet as they pressed the coldness.

CHARACTERIZATION:

NINA-wife

ISMAEL-husband

Mrs. SMITH- the land lady

MANG JOSE- the carpenter

SETTING:

ACCESSORIA

THEME:

ACCEPTANCE

CONFLICT:

THE QUARREL BETWEEN THE LAND LADY AND NINA AND ISMAEL, WHEREAS MANG JOSE IS THE MEDIATOR

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Huwebes, Hunyo 6, 2013