Roller coaster

To sum up this year in a couple of lines, to be so discreet and yet so blind.
I searched in a journey of questioning but everything I needed to know was in front of me.
Either alone or together, the pain or the pleasure, this year has been a roller coaster.
They said that high school would be ever so tough, but who's to say when I've had enough?
The best thing you can do is make mistakes, Therefore you would no which paths to take.
I'm proud of all my accomplishments in which I had consent.
I do what I do because I want to.
No one influenced me to take care of my responsibility.
Sure I have had it go in one ear and out the other but that did not push me any further.
I am where I'm at because of me and of course because of my wonderful Mommy (Hi mom!)
So ask me again what truth have I faced? Ill tell you, it's alright to make mistakes.
_Cynthia King_

No Child Left Behind and it's impact

Many researchers claim that No child should be left behind. In my opinion, that is totally not true. If a student is lacking participation, work, and effort then I would enforce that they be left behind. Many people may try to solve this problem with such attributes as summer school.

To me, summer school is just another way for the students to do the same thing as they did in the duration of that year in school. What could a student really learn in six weeks that they could not cover in nine months? Something is just not adding up how could this short period of time possible help the students if a whole three trimesters didn't?

I understand that most people do not want to see children in the same grade again however you get what you put out. If you give nothing, you get nothing. I believe that summer school should only be available to the students who posses the characteristics of a true hard working student who just was not able to produce that in their work. Their is a difference between students who work hard and ones who hardly work, so you decide.

This has truly effected our schools all over the area. The fact is that we have certain students in certain placements where other students who want to be should be there. These hard working students have been denied an education at the school of their choice because it is flooded with students who don't deserve it. In my opinion, we could be losing a lawyer or a doctor to foolishness.

In conclusion, My feelings on the "no child left behind" is of non-tolerance. If I were to become one of the boards of administration I would put a stop to this insanity in a heart beat. In fact this should be a law that you get what you deserve and in most cases this may be crucial but so be it. I would rather hurt the feelings of a non-working child than take away someone who could probably save your life in the near by future
_Cynthia King_

Ms. Valerie

This is the information that I have found searching the web:
-The Republican Party traces its roots to the 1850s, when antislavery leaders (including former members of the Democratic, Whig, and Free-Soil parties) joined forces to oppose the extension of slavery into the Kansas and Nebraska territories by the proposed Kansas-Nebraska Act. At meetings in Ripon, Wisconsin (May 1854), and Jackson, Michigan (July 1854), they recommended forming a new party, which was duly established at the political convention in Jackson.
-Of the three important American parties which have called themselves Republican,' this article deals only with that one which was organized during the years 1854 to 1856 and has been in control of the government of the United States during the larger portion of the half century since the presidential election of 1860 Origin and Character. - Sectionalism, the movement which tended to break the Union into two separate republics, one based on free labour, the other on that of slaves, had gained before the middle of the 19th century such headway as to compel a reconstruction of the party system. The beginning of this reconstruction was heralded by the rise of the Liberty party, in 1840, its completion by the disruption in 1860 of the Democratic party along sectional lines, and the election of Abraham Lincoln by a sectional vote.

Ghana
Ghana maintains close and friendly relations with its West African neighbours, largely through the regional organisation Economic Community of West African States (ECOWAS), in which it is a key player. President Kufuor was the Chair of ECOWAS in 2003/4 and during that time he played an active role in attempting to resolve the crises in Liberia and Côte d’Ivoire.
On the wider African stage, Ghana plays a leading role in the African Union (AU) and has been a major supporter of NEPAD, the AU’s flagship development plan. Ghana was one of the first 4 countries to be subject to NEPAD’s African Peer Review Mechanism. The review mechanism report was released in June 2005 and is available on the NePAD website (www.nepad.org). In January 2007 Ghana became the Chair of the African Union, a nomination seen as fitting in the year that Ghana celebrated its 50th anniversary.

Ghana's political system compares the United states political system because in Africa the rules (laws) differ. In the United States the laws of the politicians basically state that the two parties (democratic and republic) are separated by statuses such as money and economy. In Ghana everyone is willing to work together as one which is why they are so successful. The leaders of Africa are chosen by consensus vote. The president of Ghana has been elected to the presidency of the African Union,” Alpha Oumar Konare, the AU's chief executive, told reporters in the Ethiopian capital, Addis Ababa. Just the same as we do over here. Ghana's construction is similar to the united states because of the closeness of laws and way of election.

Police brutality or Justice?

Many people claim that this city is full of "bad people." In some cases that is true however what do you do when the bad people are the law? When a person on the streets does something against the law, "they" are quick to send them to jail but what do we do when a cop is in the wrong? We suspend them, give them a second chance. Shouldn't the same rules apply to authorities as well as us?

In the recent police beating I strongly feel that the policemen were in the wrong. It does not matter what crime these men have committed, no one should have to be placed in a dire situation such as that one. It is no excuse for all of those police men to beat those men the way they did. Especially because only four were fired and some were suspended. If you ask me, that deserves jail time policemen or not.

Many people have called Philadelphia "the city of brotherly love" but how could we even become close to regaining that name if we are out here acting a fool like this? This incident only proves that this city truly needs help. If you look deeper in to the laws you would find out that it has always been like this. As far a discipline for the higher authorities go, they never really seem to get punished. Its really being swept under the rug.

Another thing that bothered me about this whole situation was not only the unfairness of it all but the half job that they did do. There was recently a statement made announcing that "you can not split the baby." To me this means all who was involved should go down. If it was five people involved then five people should be in jail. If it was several policemen beating on those three men then several policemen should be fired.

In closing, Philadelphia's legal system is a problem in its self. We are not stable enough as a community nor can we afford to be partaking in these Hannis acts of crime, violence or anything else in that matter. We need to work together as a team and maybe policemen would not be blamed for anything because we will not need them. I would like to see us in a violent free world or at least one where we don't have to worry about losing another person to the destruction called our community.
_Cynthia King_

~Autobiography~ (in third person)

Once upon a time, (about 15 years ago to be exact) their was a cute little baby that was brought into this world. Little did she know what was in store for her as she got older. She had a mommy and a daddy and two brothers and a sister. Man was life great!; at the time.

As soon as she grew old enough to understand, she realized that her mother and father were no longer together. In fact she also realized that she had two brother and a sister and none of them were her mothers children. She had wished so hard that she didn't come from such a broken family until she realized she had other family members who cared for her just as much as her parents did.

She had a loving grandmother, a great aunt, uncle(s) and cousins who all care the same. She lived with her mother in a far away place at first but soon moved with her wonderful grandmother due to her mother's crucial brain surgery. She loved her so, she was like the best friend that you could ever have. She cooked all the best dishes from scratch, you know how everybody loves grandma's cooking. Life could not get any sweeter; so it didn't.

Later on when she got even older, her dearest grandmother sadly passed away from cancer. This was a sad time in her life. A month later she was in a bad car accident which left her mother badly bruised. To help get over that was a truly great friend of the family who I called my uncle. He was a fun loving rendition of my grandmother just younger and he was a man. I cherished his company with the depth of my soul.

Unfortunately, He passed as well right before her birthday. What a traumatizing time this must have been for her. She was old enough to search and question but not quite old enough to withhold the answers. A while after this her moods changed drastically. In fact so did her actions. The mysterious thing about it was that she did even question why her behavior changed.

In this time in her life she was a teen. She couldn't stand the human race (with exceptions) and she really just kept to her self. It was really about a year ago when she started to not so much as open up but started to write on paper how she felt about everything and everybody. This is when she changed her image and mind about how she is going to deal with life from hear on out if she was going to deal with it at all. A little while later she was found writing a story about her life thus far wondering what she has in store for the near by future.

Happy beggining-sad duration

To begin from birth is far to much but to tell the tales of my 1-digit years is quiet enough.
As a child I use to laugh, have fun, play with my friends. Man was I having the time of my life. Sleepovers, parties, you could never catch me in the house on the weekends; those were the good ole' days. I used to live in a place where everyone knew my name. We grew up together, they were like family! So what's the problem? Nothing, back then. In every ones life there comes a change. Some for the good and some for the bad. I then moved away from this place I happily referred to as my home. Moved farther away from my comfort zone, met new people, and went to a new school. No one has yet to influence me, I take after myself but the differences did come. Obstacles and Disgruntle became my life. I could no longer stand the great beauty of a smile or the grace of bright colors, But I admire the purity of the dark and quiet. So be that as it may I may smile here and there, but no one can seem so depressed at all times. So three more years until I can start all over, have a maybe positive attitude and actually care about life. Ha! what a fantasy world right...
_Cynthia King_

Analisys

In the first excerpt the characters are Barbara, Christopher, and Caleb. This is a story about the first taste of love. It came as such a delight because it is a feeling that has never been felt before. The problem is that love is really hard to find however when you find it, it is truly worth it. The solution, keep searching until you find it, except the love of your family its unconditional.

The second excerpt the characters are Chicken, Rooster, and Black Snake. This is a troubling story about a mother losing her babies. The action is Chicken thinks that black snake is eating her eggs. He would watch when chicken left the nest and go steal eggs. The problem is the eggs turned out to be hard boiled. The solution, he died ha ha.

The third excerpt involved Kalulu, the children of Soko, and the elephant. The actions that were taken in this story was kalulu trying to re-enact a move that he watched the monkey doing. The problem is it turned out to be a failed attempt. To slove everthing, the elephant built a new nation and eventually got everything back to where it was supposed to be.

Best Essay

" We cannot discuss the state of our minorities until we first have some sense of what we are, who we are, what our goals are, and what we take life to be. The question is not what we can do now for the hypothetical Mexican, the hypothetical Negro. The question is what we really want out of life, for ourselves, what we think is real. "

Many radicals claim that their is this vision of a helpless America. A place where everyone is categorized by color, size, ethnicity, religion and cultural beliefs. Their has yet to be a place where Jewish, Christian, and Muslim people could just come together and mingle. This is because everyone is separated.

Everyone is always stereotyping everyone. "Black people are violent!" "Whites are racist serial killers!" "Chinese people can not drive!" "skinny people are evil!" Even if this may be true in some cases, does not necessarily make it true for everyone. People are famous for judging people from how they look. They never take the time to no people in general.

If people put aside all the rumors and lies for a day, They could see that anyone of any culture or race is as real a they are. Humanity has become a game of race and stereotypes which in some cases people are fulfilling. Their are Blacks in jail for violence, People dead from serial killers, and wrecked cars from bad driving. Maybe if certain people would not give their race a bad name, we would not be in this predicament.

Instead of worrying about others, we need to take our time out and figure out what we want and need for ourselves. Many students out here no the latest fashion but don't know what they want to do in the future. To many teens are preoccupied with their star crushes and not trying to reach stardom themselves. This is sad however this is public America for you.

In conclusion, before we can start to say "I told you so" about someone else's we need to analyze ourselves. Look in the mirror and say hey, do you know where you want to be in five to ten years? Most of us can not honestly answer that question because we never took the time out to think about it. Don't worry about what others say and do, worry about you
_Cynthia King_

Analisys

1. you know, it's not the world that was my oppressor, because what the world does to you, if the world does it to you long enough and effectively enough, you begin to do to yourself.

Many people try to blame the world or anyone around them for their problems. I feel as though in this quote he is expressing the importance of responsibility. He is saying that once you are introduced to certain aspects of the world it is all in your hands. He is also saying that only you can control what happens in your life.

2 It is only in his music, which Americans are able to admire because a protective sentimentality limits their understanding of it, that the Negro in America has been able to tell his story.

He is analyzing what we listen to. I can get from this that he is expressing rap. Most of the terms expressed in rap is sex, drugs, violence, and money. All of the above in which is related to the African American society and movies. This is why we love and admire it so much because we can relate to it.

3 The making of an American begins at the point where he himself rejects all other ties, any other history, and himself adopts the vesture of his adopted land.

I believe that this quote could tie in to many themes. The one I am more convinced about is race and cultural beliefs. You have to forget what has happened prior to your life and generation in order to maintain an American stature. One also has to become one with his surroundings.

4 Americans, unhappily, have the most remarkable ability to alchemize all bitter truths into an innocuous but piquant confection and to transform their moral contradictions, or public discussion of such contradictions, into a proud decoration, such as are given for heroism on the battle field.

This is critiquing Americans and their way of life. A lot of Americans are defensive or opposed to the idea of being in the wrong or being disagreed with. They also have the tendency to try and block out the truth if it is not what they want to hear. Last but not least Americans are great for turning an act of shame into pride.

5 It is a great shock at the age of five or six to find that in a world of Gary Coopers you are the Indian.

I am not to sure about this quote however I believe that he is expressing the view of the world from a single minded person. This probably means that this Gary Coopers person only views the world one way. This could also be a misguided interpretation being as though he was five or six at the time of acquiring this knowledge.

6 Any honest examination of the national life proves how far we are from the standard of human freedom with which we began. The recovery of this standard demands of everyone who loves this country a hard look at himself, for the greatest achievements must begin somewhere, and they always begin with the person. If we are not capable of this examination, we may yet become one of the most distinguished and monumental failures in the history of nations.

My opinion of this quote is that he is expressing what you have to do become a better citizen. Many people who "love this country" don't often show it with their words or actions. If you can not bring yourself to be as a respectful human being of your surroundings then how do you think your surroundings will turn out? The world doesn't magically get perfect on it's on, it takes time and people to change it back to what it was.

7 We cannot discuss the state of our minorities until we first have some sense of what we are, who we are, what our goals are, and what we take life to be. The question is not what we can do now for the hypothetical Mexican, the hypothetical Negro. The question is what we really want out of life, for ourselves, what we think is real.

I have come to a conclusion that this quote is mainly about stereotypes. Many people say that Chinese people need to learn how to drive or Whites need to stop being serial killers. Are their not Black serial killers and White people who need a drivers lesson or two? He is saying we need to find the ideal life style for ourselves before we can come to criticise another race or culture.

8 An identity would seem to be arrived at by the way in which the person faces and uses his experience.

Thia quote speaks upon choosing how you are viewed in this world. He is saying that in order to acquire a positive structured identity you must first show that when opportunity strikes, you will take the right path instead of the fast or easy ones which seems so appealing in times of need.

Sonnet

To move on is to take a different approach to life
Not capable for ones who remains,
To take on a new challenge is to sacrifice
Never be the one who stays the same.
Fear is common for any change
And so is a slight risk,
But fear is common for anything
which could lead to triumph and bliss!
So be afraid? I think not
For the past is what we fear
And down a new road everyday I will trot,
And every single year.
As my advice I say move on,
For bravery is a tool of the strong
(A Cynthia King Original TM)

Google Translate

mi favorita es la temporada de verano. Esa es mi cumpleaños. Me gusta caliente y clima cálido. Me gusta el Día de San Valentín y Navidad. Me gusta sobre todo los partidos! I ir a nadar, bailar, actuar y sólo un tonto."

Saving Us..

There was a boy, a sad boy, a boy like no other. There were people, bad people, people who didn't like each other. There was a girl, a pretty girl, just as pretty as she could be, But who knew? No one knew that this pretty little girl was me! She noticed this boy, she watched his moves, she has to win, she mustn't lose. she talked to him, he talked to her. Put a stop to them? I strongly concur. He needs her, he needs her bad, she can give him what she never had. But she's not cocky she needs him to, there's no telling of what he could do. She helped him, she saved him from himself. She rescued him, she nursed hi back to health. In this case she is a hero and she is me and I will NEVER let go.
-Cynthia King

Poetry Project (Complete)

1.Nikki Giovanni_

1. Knoxville Tennessee by Nikki Giovanni
I always like summer Best you can eat fresh corn From daddy's garde And okra And greens And cabbage And lots of Barbeque And butter milk And home made ice-creamAt the church picnic And listen to Gospel music Outside At the churchHomecoming And go to the mountains with Your grandmotherAnd go barefootedAnd be warmAll the timeNot only when you go to bedAnd sleep

I chose this poem beacuse it expresses the happines that the summer brings. It also just tells a story of a woman in her skin just having the time of her life. I feel as though that the figurative language in this poem expresses joy.








2.I'm Not Lonely
i'm not lonelysleeping all alone
you think i'm scaredbut i'm a big girli don't cryor anything
i have a greatbig bedto roll aroundin and lots of spaceand idon't dreambad dreamslike i usedto have that youwere leaving meanymore
now that you're gonei don't dreamand no matterwhat you thinki'm not lonelysleepingall alone





This poem is really deep. she expresses a story with out saying many words. she is saying even though she is alone she not lonely. This is a poem especially for women.





3.CHOICES
if i can't dowhat i want to dothen my job is to notdo what i don't wantto do
it's not the same thingbut it's the best i cando
if i can't havewhat i want . . . thenmy job is to wantwhat i've gotand be satisfiedthat at least thereis something more to want
since i can't gowhere i needto go . . . then i must . . . gowhere the signs pointthrough always understandingparallel movementisn't lateral
when i can't expresswhat i really feeli practice feelingwhat i can expressand none of it is equali knowbut that's why mankindalone among the animalslearns to cry





This poem is about making serious choices. This tells that she is entitled to do what she wants. This is basically saying she is a free woman. I believe I cvould represent this poem.





2Mya Angelou_


1. Still I RiseYou may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.Does my haughtiness offend you?Don't you take it awful hard'Cause I laugh like I've got gold minesDiggin' in my own back yard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I've got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history's shameI riseUp from a past that's rooted in painI riseI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.





Still I rise is about freedom. She is saying that no one can stop her from doing her. She is very confident in herself. This is how I feel.





2. The DetachedWe die, Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets, Stranglers to our 2utstretched necks, Stranglers, who neither care norcare to know thatDEATH IS INTERNAL.We pray, Savoring sweet the teethed lies, Bellying the grounds before alien gods, Gods, who neither know norwish to know thatHELL IS INTERNAL.We love, Rubbing the nakednesses with gloved hands, Inverting our mouths in tongued kisses, Kisses that neither touch norcare to touch ifLOVE IS INTERNAL.





This poem is about everything coming from with in. She is saying if someone dies is because you let them. If you love some one is because of how you feel inside. This poem expresses a new way of thinking.





3. Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,And to a man,The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.Then they swarm around me,A hive of honey bees.I say,It's the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,The swing in my waist,And the joy in my feet.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.Men themselves have wonderedWhat they see in me.They try so muchBut they can't touchMy inner mystery.When I try to show themThey say they still can't see.I say,It's in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.Now you understandJust why my head's not bowed.I don't shout or jump aboutOr have to talk real loud.When you see me passingIt ought to make you proud.I say,It's in the click of my heels,The bend of my hair,the palm of my hand,The need of my care,'Cause I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.





All I can say is I am what this poem describes. She is an all around crowd pleaser. She is not concieted she is just aware of how talented she is. She has to believe in her self or no one else will.





3Gwendolyn brooks


1. The Mother


Abortions will not let you forget.You remember the children you got that you did not get,The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,The singers and workers that never handled the air.You will never neglect or beatThem, or silence or buy with a sweet.You will never wind up the sucking-thumbOr scuttle off ghosts that come.You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killedchildren.I have contracted. I have easedMy dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seizedYour luckAnd your lives from your unfinished reach,If I stole your births and your names,Your straight baby tears and your games,Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches,and your deaths,If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.Though why should I whine,Whine that the crime was other than mine?--Since anyhow you are dead.Or rather, or instead,You were never made.But that too, I am afraid,Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?You were born, you had body, you died.It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.Believe me, I loved you all.Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved youAll.





This is a sad poem about abortions. Many people had to go through this tradgity but they only did it because they had to. I believe this poem is for them to let them no that its okay.





2. to be in love


To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand.In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look at things Through his eyes. A cardinal is red. A sky is blue.Suddenly you know he knows too.He is not there but You know you are tasting together The winter, or a light spring weather.His hand to take your hand is overmuch. Too much to bear.You cannot look in his eyes Because your pulse must not say What must not be said.When he Shuts a door- Is not there_ Your arms are water.And you are free With a ghastly freedom. You are the beautiful half Of a golden hurt.You remember and covet his mouth To touch, to whisper on. Oh when to declare Is certain Death! Oh when to apprize Is to mesmerize, To see fall down, the Column of Gold, Into the commonest ash.





this poem is about feeling love. I like this poem because i can relate to it. I understand first hand what she is talking about. This poem intrests me.



3.
sonnet-ballad

Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?They took my lover's tallness off to war,Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guessWhat I can use an empty heart-cup for.He won't be coming back here any more.Some day the war will end, but, oh, I knewWhen he went walking grandly out that doorThat my sweet love would have to be untrue.Would have to be untrue. Would have to courtCoquettish death, whose impudent and strangePossessive arms and beauty (of a sort)Can make a hard man hesitate--and change.And he will be the one to stammer, "Yes."Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?



This poem is about some one being taken away. This is just asking what is she supposed to do now? She is obviously upset about this separation.



4. Langston hughes


Cultural Exchange

In the Quarter of the NegroesWhere the doors are doors of paperDust of dingy atomsBlows a scratchy sound.Amorphous jack-o'-Lanterns caperAnd the wind won't wait for midnightFor fun to blow doors down.By the river and the railroadWith fluid far-off goindBoundaries bind unbindingA whirl of whisteles blowing.No trains or steamboats going--Yet Leontyne's unpacking.In the Quarter of the NegroesWhere the doorknob lets in LiederMore than German ever bore,Her yesterday past grandpa--Not of her own doing--In a pot of collard greensIs gently stewing.Pushcarts fold and unfoldIn a supermarket sea.And we better find out, mama,Where is the colored laundromatSince we move dup to Mount Vernon.In the pot begind the paper doorson the old iron stove what's cooking?What's smelling, Leontyne?Lieder, lovely LiederAnd a leaf of collard green.Lovely Lieder, Leontyne.You know, right at ChristmasThey asked me if my blackness,Would it rub off?I said, Ask your mama.Dreams and nightmares!Nightmares, dreams, oh!Dreaming that the NegroesOf the South have taken over--Voted all the DixiecratsRight out of power--Comes the COLORED HOUR:Martin Luther King is Governor of Georgia,Dr. Rufus Clement his Chief Adviser,A. Philip Randolph the High Grand Worthy.In white pillared mansionsSitting on their wide verandas,Wealthy Negroes have white servants,White sharecroppers work the black plantations,And colored children have white mammies:Mammy FaubusMammy EastlandMammy WallaceDear, dear darling old white mammies--Sometimes even buried with our family.Dear oldMammy Faubus!Culture, they say, is a two-way street:Hand me my mint julep, mammny.Hurry up!Make haste!



2Daybreak in Alabama

When I get to be a composerI'm gonna write me some music aboutDaybreak in AlabamaAnd I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in itRising out of the ground like a swamp mistAnd falling out of heaven like soft dew.I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in itAnd the scent of pine needlesAnd the smell of red clay after rainAnd long red necksAnd poppy colored facesAnd big brown armsAnd the field daisy eyesOf black and white black white black peopleAnd I'm gonna put white handsAnd black hands and brown and yellow handsAnd red clay earth hands in itTouching everybody with kind fingersAnd touching each other natural as dewIn that dawn of music when IGet to be a composerAnd write about daybreak



3Democracy

Democracy will not comeToday, this yearNor everThrough compromise and fear.I have as much right As the other fellow hasTo standOn my two feet And own the land.I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course.Tomorrow is another day.I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.FreedomIs a strong seedPlantedIn a great need.I live here, too.I want freedomJust as you.



5. William shakespeare



1.A Fairy Song

Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire!I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moon's sphere;And I serve the Fairy Queen,To dew her orbs upon the green;The cowslips tall her pensioners be;In their gold coats spots you see;Those be rubies, fairy favours;In those freckles live their savours;I must go seek some dewdrops here,And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.



2.How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.



3."Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!

239"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!The Apple on the Tree—Provided it do hopeless—hang—That—"Heaven" is—to Me!The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—The interdicted Land—Behind the Hill—the House behind—There—Paradise—is found!Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—The credulous—decoy—Enamored—of the Conjuror—That spurned us—Yesterday!



6. lucille lifton

1 me and you be sisters

me and you be sisters.we be the same.me and youcoming from the same place.me and yoube greasing our legstouching up our edges.me and yoube scared of ratsbe stepping on roaches.me and youcome running high down purdy street one timeand mama laugh and shake her head atme and you.me and yougot babiesgot thirty-fivegot blacklet our hair go backbe loving ourselvesbe loving ourselvesbe sisters.only where you sing,I poet.



2who is there to protect herfrom the hands of the fathernot the windows which see andsay nothing not the moonthat awful eye not the womanshe will become with herscarred tongue who who who the owllaments into the evening whowill protect her this prettylittlegirl



3 if the little girl liesstill enoughshut enoughhard enoughshapeshifter may notwalk tonightthe full moon may notfind him herethe hair on himbristlingrisingup



7.Richard Allen Taylor
1. Light Verse
God bless all who brought us light: the cave man who found fire when lightning struck and learned to strike sparks; the little known but very bright Chinese inventor whose insights in chemistry produced the All-American firework sights we see every July 4th and in the rocket’s red glare, the light of Lady Liberty, her torch raised high. We will never forget Edison, who labored though the night those long years, looking for the right filament. Westinghouse, Sylvania, GE, many others we applaud; bees for their wax, whales for their oil, fossils for their fuel. Let us not overlook the luminous sun, the stars, the illuminated moon, the reflected light that collects like silvery rain in mountain lakes, refracted light split into rainbows, waves or particles, emitted light, photoelectric, photosynthetic, bounced from mirrors, passed through prisms. To those who illuminate dark corners we give thanks and praise—poets, philosophers, electricians, all who make us see the light, rhetorical or incandescent, who teach us to examine things in the light of day, to hope for the light at the end of the tunnel. To all who shed light on the subject, we shed our grace and say oh say can you see the dawn’s early light, the twilight, the highlights, soft lights, lamp lights, white lights on dark nights and all the colors there ever were, light itself divided into a thousand voices all starting with Genesis and heaven and earth and God, who thought of it first.

2. Dear Wednesday Night Poetry Group
Thank you for your kind assistancein revising my poem, "The Bird Feeder,"in which I sought to weave with the grace of swans, a narrative of how I suddenly discovered the true meaning of life.
Thank you for your gentle suggestionsfor removing excess commas to improveflow and for your wise advice on enjambment (though opinion seemed to be dividedon this). Your not-so-subtle hints
that the poem might require major surgery, that many of the original twenty-four lines were too literal, too obscure, too preachy, too concrete, too abstract, too much, too toowere a little harsh. I know you were joking when you suggested that my poem might be better
as a short story, but to attack the poem's heart, blood drippingfrom your teeth, I thought excessively brutal.I would have appreciated a copy of the emailchanging the Wednesday night poetry groupto the Tuesday night poetry group;
nevertheless, I thank you for your input,all of which I have incorporated into the finishedpoem, which I now submit for your review:
Empty bird feederhangs useless and abandoned,stock market plummets.

3.Calendar Girl
I just come here for the food, honest.
Not for the titillating sight of sexy waitresses my daughter's age in tight silk pants and necklines too low to be called necklines, though of course I appreciate beauty wherever I find it and it is pleasant to meet "Geri" who signs her name on a paper napkin and asks me to let her know if I need anything.
Anything. A weary traveler, I do need cold beer, hot wings, beer-battered shrimp, civility, celery sticks, and have no plans to ask for more
but Geri is pretty and smart and she thinks I need more. The Hooters Swimsuit Calendar, she says, on sale for only $25.99. No thanks, I reply, unless your picture is in it.
A clever dodge, I think to myself, but she persists. If I could put my picture in it, would you buy it?
Of course, I answer, smooth as her silk pants which, for some reason, I find necessary to mention again. She vanishes, then reappears moments later with a Polaroid of herself
posing in the stockroom, one hand on a jaunty silk-panted hip, the horns of an owl molded to the curves of her perfect breasts, her cover-girl smile framed by the golden parentheses of her corn-silk hair. She presents the photo for my nodding approval and drops itbetween the pages of my new calendar,
for which I have no use. My wife has no appreciation for this kind of art in the houseand my boss forbids this sort of thing in the office. And thinking of no one on my Christmas list for whom it would be a suitable gift, I will carry the calendar around in my suitcase for several weeks before stuffing it into a hotel trash can.
But tonight, the food is delicious, the itemized fifty-dollar receipt, now rendered unusable for my expense report, an expensive dessert. The photo of Geri I keep as a bookmark. Tucked safely between poems, she smiles the sweet smile of commissioned sales and reminds me that
I just go there for the food, honest.

8. E E Cummings
1. "It is at moments after i have dreamed "

it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.


2. "i love you much(most beautiful darling)"

i love you much(most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky
-sunlight and singing welcome your coming
although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess
(except my life)the true time of year-
and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each
nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love


3."may i feel said he"

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

9. Cornelius Eady
Im a fool to love you

1.Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell you, if she could,About her life with my father,A strange and sometimes cruel gentleman.She would tell you about the choicesA young black woman faces.Is falling in love with some manA deal with the devilIn blue terms, the tongue we useWhen we don't want nuanceTo get in the way,When we need to talk straight.My mother chooses my fatherAfter choosing a manWho was, as we sing it,Of no account.This man made my father look good,That's how bad it was.He made my father seem like an islandIn the middle of a stormy sea,He made my father look like a rock.And is the blues the moment you realizeYou exist in a stacked deck,You look in a mirror at your young face,The face my sister carries,And you know it's the only leverageYou've got.Does this create a hurt that whispersHow you going to do?Is the blues the momentYou shrug your shouldersAnd agree, a girl without moneyIs nothing, dustTo be pushed around by any old breeze.Compared to this,My father seems, briefly,To be a fire escape.This is the way the blues worksIts sorry wonders,Makes trouble look likeA feather bed,Makes the wrong man's kissesA
healing.
2. Once, When I livedIn Virginia,My upstairs neighbor asked If, at the readingI was to giveWould anyOf my new poemsInclude a bitOf the surrounding Landscape,And I said to herNo, I don't wirteAbout that, but,This wasA false statement.I could have told herBehind a certain houseIn Illinois,Is the beginnings Of a prairie.I lovedThe subtle turningsOf the wordBrown,I lovedWhat a Clumsy movementCould toss up:Feathers, Survival tactics,DustSlanted by A mid-November's Light.And I could have spokenOn behalf ofThe New YorkRoof gardens in May:Small tuftsOf Spring.Near-secret outpostsTucked withinA city'sAgenda.I can't tell you whyCertain things make me Hold my tongue.I think the conversation DwindledAt that point.Nervous laughter,Then she walkedUpstairs.Why wouldn't a poetWant to broadcast Such lush noise?It was springIn Virginia,That particular yearA lovely meter.It was senseless,And when she missedThe reading,Didn't I pluck A stingy blossom?

3.The furnace wheezes like a drenched lung.
You can’t fix it.
The toilet babbles like a speed freak.
You can’t fix it.
The fuse box is a nest of rattlers.
You can’t fix it.
The screens yawn the bees through.
Your fingers are dumb against the hammer.
Your eyes can’t tell plumb from plums.
The frost heaves against the doorjambs,
The ice turns the power lines to brittle candy.
No one told you about how things pop and fizzle,
No one schooled you in spare parts.
That’s what the guy says but doesn’t say
As he tosses his lingo at your apartment-dweller ears,
A bit bemused, a touch impatient,
After the spring melt has wrecked something, stopped something,
After the hard wind has lifted something away,
After the mystery has plugged the pipes,
That rattle coughs up something sinister.
An easy fix, but not for you.
It’s different when you own it,
When it’s yours, he says as the meter runs,
Then smiles like an adult.

10. Cynthia King
1. As we grow older.
To move on is to take a different approach to life
Not capable for ones who remains,
To take on a new challenge is to sacrifice
Never be the one who stays the same.
Fear is common for any changeAnd so is a slight risk,
But fear is common for anything
which could lead to triumph and bliss!
So be afraid? I think not
For the past is what we fear
And down a new road everyday I will trot,
And every single year.
As my advice I say move on,
For bravery is a tool of the strong


2.saving us
There was a boy, a sad boy, a boy like no other. There were people, bad people, people who didn't like each other. There was a girl, a pretty girl, just as pretty as she could be, But who knew? No one knew that this pretty little girl was me! She noticed this boy, she watched his moves, she has to win, she mustn't lose. she talked to him, he talked to her. Put a stop to them? I strongly concur. He needs her, he needs her bad, she can give him what she never had. But she's not cocky she needs him to, there's no telling of what he could do. She helped him, she saved him from himself. She rescued him, she nursed hi back to health. In this case she is a hero and she is me and I will NEVER let go.

In this poem, I express a tone of compassion. Basically what I am saying is that I will never give up hope with something so strong that could turn out to be something so perfect. I believe that love is so special because its the closest thing in the "real world" that we have to magic so ofcourse we have to cherish every waking moment.

3. What's not being said
I can not hear what is not being said,
for is it my reactions that you dread?
why not come to me, adress me with respect
all of the drama, what do u think will happen next?
I no longer have the drive of a meir child
Yet and still you are in denile
Whats not being said is only hurting me
Will I have to live with this for eternitiy?
Its not like I can just speak up and say something
Anything I say is portrayed as nothing
Speak up, Speak out is what they all say
But do they know that half of the feeling in which I lay?
I can not pretend to be happy and smile,
Sorry but the fakeness? so not my style
So don't tell me what to do I only have one mother
but waist ya time saving me? don't bother

In this poem I am describing what could happen if you dont speak up! many children out here have commited suicide or something close to it (emo). Its being pushed off to the side as a show or wanting attention when actually its a cry for help. As a 1st hand person speaking I can understand how they feel when no one can understand them. Its a real tough thing to go through and for many its much more than just a phase.

my poetry (homework)

Cinquain-

We,
Not me,
Not just you,
Us as a whole,
One.

Burlesque-

The all time favorite canidate Obama and Hilliary have gone at it literally on wwe smake down. He says that he has to "beat true presidency" into her head. These powerful people can really throw down. As far as the fight goes I think he has her beat and hopefully it will be the same outcome in the actually election.

6 poems

Nikki G.
1.Knoxville Tennessee

I always like summerBestyou can eat fresh cornFrom daddy's gardenAnd okraAnd greensAnd cabbageAnd lots ofBarbequeAnd buttermilkAnd homemade ice-creamAt the church picnicAnd listen toGospel musicOutsideAt the churchHomecomingAnd go to the mountains withYour grandmotherAnd go barefootedAnd be warmAll the timeNot only when you go to bedAnd sleep

Mya Angelou
2.Still I Rise

You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.Does my haughtiness offend you?Don't you take it awful hard'Cause I laugh like I've got gold minesDiggin' in my own back yard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I've got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history's shameI riseUp from a past that's rooted in painI riseI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.

3.The Detached

We die, Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets, Stranglers to our outstretched necks, Stranglers, who neither care norcare to know thatDEATH IS INTERNAL.We pray, Savoring sweet the teethed lies, Bellying the grounds before alien gods, Gods, who neither know norwish to know thatHELL IS INTERNAL.We love, Rubbing the nakednesses with gloved hands, Inverting our mouths in tongued kisses, Kisses that neither touch norcare to touch ifLOVE IS INTERNAL.

4. Gwendolyn brooks
The Mother

Abortions will not let you forget.You remember the children you got that you did not get,The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,The singers and workers that never handled the air.You will never neglect or beatThem, or silence or buy with a sweet.You will never wind up the sucking-thumbOr scuttle off ghosts that come.You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killedchildren.I have contracted. I have easedMy dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seizedYour luckAnd your lives from your unfinished reach,If I stole your births and your names,Your straight baby tears and your games,Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches,and your deaths,If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.Though why should I whine,Whine that the crime was other than mine?--Since anyhow you are dead.Or rather, or instead,You were never made.But that too, I am afraid,Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?You were born, you had body, you died.It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.Believe me, I loved you all.Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved youAll.

Langston huges
5.Democracy

Democracy will not comeToday, this yearNor everThrough compromise and fear.I have as much right As the other fellow hasTo standOn my two feet And own the land.I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course.Tomorrow is another day.I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.FreedomIs a strong seedPlantedIn a great need.I live here, too.I want freedomJust as you.

6. Shakespeare
Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note;But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.Nor are mine cars with thy tongue's tune delighted,Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invitedTo any sensual feast with thee alone;But my five wits, nor my five senses canDissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

mr.josephs work

1. Arteries,veins, capillaries,arteriole, and venule

2.Arteries have thick, elastic walls that hold the pumping of blood.The wall expands when blood in pumped into it and then goes to its original size.bCapillary walls are only one cell thick. Gas and nutrient molecules pass easily through their thin wallsThe walls of veins are much thinner than the walls of arteries. Veins are farther from the heart and exposed to lower pressures. Veins are larger in diameter than arteries.
3.
A person's blood type is determined by The "ABO blood" group system is used to determine blood type.