Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Paradelle for Chipotle

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Paradelle for Chipotle: Mary Jane Ripley and Maddie Zomb

Monday, December 14, 2015

A Broken Paradelle

A Broken Paradelle

Never drop a glass vase on the pavement
Never drop a glass vase on the pavement
Or else the flowers will die in your care
Or else the flowers will die in your care
The pavement will die, or else your care
Never on a drop in the glass vase flowers.

The red bowl will shatter if you hit it
The red bowl will shatter if you hit it
Across the table and off of the ledge
Across the table and off of the ledge
If the ledge hit it across and off,
You will shatter the table of the red bowl.

Always hold your hot mug with two hands
Always hold your hot mug with two hands
Otherwise it may fall and crack open
Otherwise it may fall and crack open
Open hands hold hot with two, always
It may otherwise crack your mug and fall.

Never hold your pavement, your hot mug
A vase may otherwise shatter, else, if you care
The flowers fall across it and die red
Will the glass with two hands on drop,
Or will the bowl in the table crack
Always hit it open and off of the ledge.



For this paradelle, I focused on things that could break. This is why I picked a bowl, a mug, and a vase. This made it easy to include imagery in my poem.

Paradelle for Utah

Paradelle for Utah

The stars turn always above me
The stars turn always above me
They're brighter in Utah
They're brighter in Utah
Always brighter, they're me.
In Utah, turn above in the stars.

Your speakers stutter on the bass
Your speakers stutter on the bass
We all drive better through the desert
We all drive better through the desert
Drive your speakers better on the desert,
we all stutter through the bass

My hands shake in the frost
My hands shake in the frost
I breathe in miles of air
I breathe in miles of air
Frost breathe, my hands in miles
Shake I of the air

The bass brighter drive speakers in the desert
Through miles of frost, the air of shakes
Hands, they're stars! stutter above me

Utah the I.


I'd just come back from Utah before writing this poem, and I felt that the paradelle would capture the experience pretty well.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Paradelle for AI

Paradelle for AI
by John S.


The conveniently convenience of modern day conveniences
The conveniently convenience of modern day conveniences
Are hugely convenient and a big help
Are hugely convenient and a big help
Conveniently big help convenience conveniences  and a
Hugely Modern day of the convenient are


To my mission to be lazy today
To my mission to be lazy today
And to never have to worry about work
And to never have to worry about work
To lazy to work never worry today and
My mission about to have never to work


It is blissfully warm on the beach
It is blissfully warm on the beach
As a computer does my work for me
As a computer does my work for me
Blissfully a computer as me on the beach
For the warm work is is my


Blissfully convenient and a modern worry about to
Work on the conveniences of the day
Conveniently are help to my lazy and
Never to be mission computer today to
Have big warm it is as beach
Hugely Work convenience does my for me a


This poem comes from the fact that my response to any question is "just Google it". Electronics and the internet are become so important in our everyday lives, I don't think I could even drive to someplace that isn't with 2 miles, without using a GPS or Google

Thursday, December 10, 2015

A Space Knight With A.D.D.

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Maddie Perry Paradell


December

chopping at the root, down it goes.
chopping at the root, down it goes.
pine needles cover the floor,
pine needles cover the floor.
lights hug the branches tightly.
the tree glistens

delicate glass ornaments are hung,
delicate glass ornaments are hung,
some slipping, slipping and crash
some slipping, slipping and crash
ornaments hung are glass and delicate
crash.

warm Gingerbread wafts throughout the warm fireplace air
warm gingerbread wafts throughout the warm fireplace air
fire crackling, popping, and chestnuts burn
fire crackling, popping and chestnuts burn
the warm air, crackling as the gingerbread wafts throughout the fireplace

glass lights glisten throughout
branches chopped are crackling in the fireplace
delicate ornaments hug the pine
and slipping needles cover the floor

burn the chestnuts and waft gingerbread





This poem came to us from the example you explained at the start of class. When the lady booed him because of his basic and "not best" work it made us think of typical poems. With the holiday season coming up a Christmas poem we thought would fit the description of a typical poem with the "christmasy" adjectives and lines, this is what sparked the idea for our poem. 
Maddie & Perry





Sunday, December 6, 2015

Paradelle

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This is a video of me reading my paradelle. I hope you enjoy it.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Hallucination

Haunting through the seamless long dark night
Haunting through the seamless long dark night
Almost as if fear surrounds a mind
Almost as if fear surrounds a mind
Fear through as a seamless dark night
The long mind if almost surrounds haunting


The soul diminishes with many heartbreaking nightmares
The soul diminishes with many heartbreaking nightmares
When resting but, discomfort still in thought
When resting but, discomfort still in thought
Discomfort diminishes but many resting in thought
Still heartbreaking when the soul with nightmares


Terror spreads each and every single night
Terror spreads each and every single night
Realization that it only was just a hallucination
Realization that it only was just a hallucination
Hallucination was a terror every single night
And that only just spreads each realization


Heartbreaking soul in the dark long nightmares
Terror diminishes and surrounds every single night
Each realization as if discomfort spreads many
Resting through only a still seamless hallucination
That was when the fear almost haunting
But with every thought just a mind



Explanation: I decided to write this poem due to the "Hallucination's" or dreams that I have been having recently. Lately, I have been having nightmares when I am dreaming at night.  Since my dreams have been about nightmares lately, I tried to center my poem around this topic due to the common occurrence of this topic when dreaming.


Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Good Old Saint Nick Paradelle

Old Saint Nicholas flies through the sky
Old Saint Nicholas flies through the sky
Leaving presents and eating cookies
Leaving presents and eating cookies
And Old Saint Nicholas eating cookies
Flies leaving presents through the sky

Rudolph leads the slay with his red nose
Rudolph leads the slay with his red nose
The fast wind is cold on the face
The fast wind is cold on the face
Cold on the face is his red Rudolph nose
Wind is the cold fast slay

A fat man who needs to lose some pounds
A fat man who needs to lose some pounds
He climbs down the chimney bearing gifts
He climbs down the chimney bearing gifts
Bearing gifts a fat man who needs the chimney
To lose some pounds he climbs down

Eating cookies Rudolph leads the slay
The fast wind is cold and leaving presents
A fat man flies on the face through the sky
His red nose needs to lose some pounds
Who needs to lose some pounds?

Bearing gifts with is Old Saint Nicholas

Explanation: I chose this topic because it's Christmas season now and what better to celebrate Christmas than with a poem. I thought about writing about Santa Claus but use a different alias other then his original name. With the two end lines in the first three stanzas I tried to have them make some sense. I think I did that fairly well.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye "An Origin Story"


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esgfG3BoAPc

This poem begins with a familiar face, Sarah Kay. She stands next to one of her friends Phil Kaye. Sarah first addresses the fact that her and Phil have the same last name. The rest of the poem is about how they met. They're not siblings, boyfriend and girlfriend, or childhood friends but a lot of their lives are similar. They begin by talking about their childhood. Where they're from, where their parents are from. Not only is the last name the same, but their mom is Japanese and their dad is jewish. Coincidence?
The good thing about this combo of Phil and Sarah is that they balance each other out. Sarah is more formal while Phil adds comic relief. The poem ends with both of them talking about friendship. They explain how friends are always there for you and that you can hold their hand, "They won't let go."