Dialogue

I was in the kitchen looking for something to eat in the refrigerator at my sister's house, when i heard my three year old niece and my sister start fighting...

the little girl stumbles into the kitchen and starts hitting her mom, finally the mom says just stop being a baby and go to your room i'm trying to talk to your auntie and your being rude!

the big blue eyes widen with shock: I'm not rude...I'm not a baby. And the girl goes to her room and begins pacing back and forth in frustration: i am not a baby...i am NOT a baby... I am NOT a BABY!...I'M NOT A BABY!!

the little girl comes back to the kitchen and looks right at her mother: I AM NOT A BABY!!....your...your the baby! YOU BIG BABY!!

the mother turns to the girl: you need to go take a nap right now!

the little girl stands her ground: I...am...NOT...a.... BABY!! and begins hitting her mom again

The mom's face turns fierce: That's IT! I'm counting to three and if you don't apologize you're getting a spankin'!

ONE!

silence...

TWO!!

I'm not a baby...the girl says under her breath, still standing her ground

THREE!!!

the girl takes off running with her mother after her: I'm not a BABY!!

test prep 2

Prose Poem

A prose poem has vivid imagery and concentrated expressions, it blends prose (ordinary language people use in speaking or writing) with imagery and poetry.
Here is an example from Oscar Wilde, just click HERE

I found this youtube video and it really seemed to help explain prose poetry, it's 13 minutes long, but if you don't have the time then watch the first 4 minutes, it will really help you!

so maybe after watching this video you can go back to the Oscar Wilde poems and get a better appreciation for his work :)

Test Prep

Hyperbole is an exaggerated statement that is not intended to be taken for the truth...much like yo mama jokes. They're supposed to be fun and give the poem some life. So here are some examples if you are still confused just click here.  Or just watch this video...

Howl Imitation

I saw a generation of wannabes and must-havers

Who shell out hundreds of dollars for the new iphone, ipad, or a new flat screen TV then cry broke when asked to donate money to charity

Who would break cell phones in order to get new ones, then wonder why none of their relationships last more than a few weeks

Who look up to women named Snooki and not to a man named Jesus.

Who put themselves first before others and treat everyone else like they are beneath them

I saw a generation of abusers and mistreaters

Who forget to tell their moms "I love you" and forget to take their hats off indoors or to stop texting when someone is talking to them

Who cash in their financial aid checks and drop out of school, and use the money to create the meth lab of their dreams

Who send their children to school without breakfast or a lunch, because their too hungover or high to remember

Who yell and fight in front of young kids because the kids "don't understand and won't be affected"

Who text and drive then wonder why they get tickets or wonder how they didn't see that family of four slam on their brakes in front of them

I saw a generation born on a silver platter

Who believe working for a living is a joke, and that it's easier to gain weight and call themselves "disabled"

Who think mommy and daddy will pay for everything even though mommy and daddy "don't know anything and are stupid"

Who think words like "retard" and "gay" are not hurtful

Who will crush a person's ego and walk away laughing like nothing happened

I saw a generation that I am not proud of

Imagist

My Car

So many dings and dents
like two old friends

Sestina

No words have been spoken,
but the subconscious jury gave verdict.
It's too late, your judgment was made.
Those daring blue eyes
give strength to the gavel.
Now let the sentencing begin.

There's no hope for friendship to begin,
words are lost before they were spoken.
Only the ring of the pounding gavel
will be heard over your silent verdict.
Untold stories behind hazel eyes,
memories must be forgotten...for they'll never be made

Your crude comments were made
and it is time for a new chapter to begin.
If only you could see the hurt behind green eyes...
Your actions were spoken
louder than any verdict,
but much quieter than the pounding gavel.

My heart sinks lower as the gavel
pounds. But it is time for a choice to be made.
I will have nothing to do with your personal verdict!
It is time for my life to begin
and no more will those words spoken
echo in my head, and no tears from my eyes

will fall. Your judgmental eyes
won't bother me no more. It is my turn with the gavel
now. I have spoken
true and my bed has been made.
My journey without you shall begin
This is my life and my verdict.

Let it sing out, let everyone know my verdict
is in. These green eyes
will never look your way. And my heart will begin
with the pounding of my gavel
And with the beat made
from African warrior drums! Not a word will be spoken.

Now silence your gavel!
And turn down those daring blue eyes
Because I have destroyed the words you have spoken!