S: Poetry 4 Peace
FC: Poetry 4 Peace By: Mallika Purandare
1: Table of Contents What is Yellow?. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2-3 Lake District. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .4-5 Make it Happen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .6-7 Over Here . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .8-11 The Friendship Road . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .12-15 My Paradise . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .16-19 A Peace of Noise . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .20-23 Autographs . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .24-25 Comments. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .26-27 About the Author. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28-29 Resources . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .30-33
2: What is Yellow? What is yellow? Yellow is the sun, A nice lemon bun, My dads’ favorite tie, The brightest star in the sky, A smiley face, In outer space, Ten little chicks, A banana mix, Yellow is gold, It is very bold, Daisies and daffodils, Buttercups covering the hills, The number 38, Someone very late. Yellow is shiny, Like the sparkling ocean, A safety flame, An exclamation!
3: What is Yellow? The mood of this poem is very upbeat and lively. I think that the short lines help make the poem interesting, as a lot is left to the imagination of the reader. It is very difficult to feel happy in a chaotic environment. In this poem peace is assumed, because it is a pre-cursor to happiness. Yellow is often associated with smiley faces, stars, happiness and surprises. It is expressed as sunshine, fun and hope. When I think of yellow, I remember, daffodils, daisies and buttercups. Yellow indicates unconditional joy to me and I feel ecstatic. I wanted the reader to feel cheerful like I did, while reading this poem, ‘What is Yellow?’
4: Lake District Cloudy mountains, sunny roads People carrying heavy loads. Beautiful scenery in Ambleside, This is what I saw on my carriage ride. Lambs and sheep on vales and fells, Dotted with slate houses and wells. Rocky mountains touching the sky, Little birds flying high. Stony walls going criss-cross, Made of slate and covered in moss. Playful streams that dance along, Filling my heart with this joyful song.
5: Lake District Playful streams that dance along: Over here I have personified the streams, and given them the ability to ‘dance along’. This will make the reader imagine the water trickling along, bouncing on each rock they come across. It is as if the water is performing a lively dance with intricate and bubbly steps. ‘Playful’, implies that the water is happy, naughty and full of youthful energy. Streams bring pebbles, rocks, greenery, and spring to mind. This personification reminds me of the calm and peaceful stream beside our house, and how the water would leap from rock to rock. I intended for the reader to feel the fresh streams, the bouncy of water, and their bubbly steps.
6: Make it Happen! Drugs Abuse Anger Hate Fear Trouble Violence Carnage Nuclear bombs and insecurities The folly of man has brought us these. If we don't act now, there will be nothing to save It's time to decide It's what you do next that counts It will be a test of faith Time for action, not discussion, Do you have the courage to show that you care? Could we unite and bid for growth The world could benefit if we do Agree to take the risk And look for the leader in you!
7: Make it Happen! Drugs Abuse Anger Hate, Fear Trouble Violence Carnage, Nuclear bombs and insecurities, the folly of man has brought us these: I think that the rhythm in this poem, ‘Make it Happen’ is very strong. It is almost as though these words are being thrown at you forcefully. The meaning of the words along with their rhythm magnify its’ impact on the reader. It's almost as if a train is leaving the station and as it gains momentum, the poor reader is forced to run and board it. If the reader was to read it out loud, his voice would become louder and faster towards the end of the line. The rhythm also conveys an urgency of finding a solution. I wanted the reader to feel anxious and nervous about the situation, and compelled to take action.
8: Over Here Over here there are no honking cars or rickshaws, No traffic on our street. No disagreements or loud neighbors, No deadlines to meet. No doubts, no fights, No one trying to be cool, This is a place where time doesn't exist, Nothing is unfamiliar. Over here, no one judges me, There is no need to grovel, weep or whine, Life's not full of rules, Over here I have no bedtime. No alarms going of at 6 a.m., No entry without a great big cuddle, Chores no longer seem boring, And fun seems extra-fun. Drawbacks aren't an issue here, Mistakes are accepted and forgiven, No homework essays to complete for Spanish, Nothing is ultramodern or new.
9: Over here, I have no tensions, About submissions, assessments or due dates, Nothing is uncomfortable, And I’ve got no fears. Life isn't a race, I have no shortage of love, There are no pretensions of who you are, what you have, Or your dreams There isn't anything extraordinary about this place, No permissions or restrictions, I know I can't take this place for granted, Over here there's no dearth of warmth. Nothing is perfect, Yet as if a slice of paradise.
10: Over Here Nothing is perfect, yet as if a slice of paradise: I have chosen the line above, because it a good example of a simile. This simile uses ‘as if’ and describes how some of the most peaceful or calming places, aren't extraordinary, but are found in very common places, that you simply enjoy without any reservations or pretensions. This simile can be applied to everyday life. Sometimes you can find joy and happiness in the most common things, and feel as if you're in paradise. For instance, in this poem, ‘Over Here’, I’m describing my grandparents’ house. I’ve visited it many times, ever since I was a baby. This is probably why I feel so comfortable and everything seems familiar. It's perfection lies in its imperfections.
12: The Friendship Road In my life people come and go, Some important, some not so, Each relationship charts its’ own course, You need time, effort, and love, but sometimes force. Each path is unique, and special in its own way, There are streets, boulevards, and with luck, highways. Occasionally you'll come across a road that suddenly bends, Sometimes it will widen, or reach a dead end. Best friends allow you to speed along highways, But beware of the bumps, or you'll be stuck there for days. The better the friend, the longer and wider the street, If you open your heart, there'll be plenty more to meet.
13: Kayenta and I are like peas in a pod, We've driven upon potholes, and roads that are odd. She understands me, and helps me grow, I hope we go far, though there's no way to know, Like peas in a pod we share lots and lots, Ideas, pranks, dreams, and thoughts. I’m always there for her; she's always there for me, Always and always, as long as can be. My mother and I are best friends too, We have lots of fun, though some days are blue. We tease, we rag, we laugh, we cry, We paint, we dance, we see eye to eye. Once in a while our frustrations show, When impatience, selfishness, and tensions overflow. But in the end, all the anger and madness, Will only turn into tears and sadness. Finally when we just can't take anymore, We apologize, forgive, and strengthen the bond even more.
14: The Friendship Road The better the friend, the longer and wider the street: In this poem, the second and third stanzas are metaphorical. In particular, I think ‘the better the friend, the longer and wider the street’ summarizes what the two stanza’s are trying to show us. This metaphor is comparing a road to a relationship between friends. In this case a big road or highway would express a very close and tight relationship, whereas alleyways, streets, and dead ends indicate either a weak relationship or a relationship that might end or break. I thought this metaphor would describe my idea very well, because when you’re on a highway, you can go fast and reach your destination quickly, however, when you’re driving through small, bumpy, or narrow streets, you will have to drive slower, and perhaps might not meet your destination as fast.
16: My Paradise When I am tense or sad, Teary or mad, I close my eyes and just let go. I’m in my favorite haunt, And all at once, I’ve got all I want, The familiar feel of sand tickling my toes, Leads my away from my worries and woes, As I step into the water, I feel a gentle breeze, It teases my balance and I sway like the trees, The rhythm of the waves lull me, With their calm and peaceful song, Right here, right now, in this paradise, Nothing can go wrong. As I walk along, I find a shell, I pick it up too see what it has to tell, It whispers words of wisdom into my ear, And suddenly, everything is crystal clear. I look in wonder upon the waves and sea, A valuable lesson they were trying to tell me ‘No matter how many problems trample your shore, If your wave is strong enough, your sand will be even once more.’
17: This gives me strength, hope and inspiration, Never give up despite perspiration. Now when I am tense or sad, Teary or mad, I close my eyes, and remember the peace, The waves, the sea, And the valuable lesson they brought to me.
18: My Paradise Whispers words of wisdom: I have used alliteration in this poem. When ‘whispers words of wisdom’ is being read out loud, it sounds like someone's whispering a secret to you. The ‘W-H-S’ sound, helps the poem flow and continue, by ‘rolling’ on. This combination of sounds will always come out softly and calmly. Even though ‘words’ and ‘wisdom’ don't have the ‘H’, you'd pronounce those words with an ‘H’ after the word ‘whispers’ is read. In a way, the ‘H’ from the ‘whispers’ lingers through the other words. This sound reminds me of when someone is trying to whisper something in your ear, and the sounds come out all blurry. You may also describe this sound like a ‘swish-swash’ of the waves, or a ‘whoosh’ sound like the wind. I intended for this alliteration to make the reader feel like reading on, and continuing with the peace, rather than breaking it, by stopping.
20: The Peace of Noise At the top of the hill, stood a huge house, So overwhelming, you felt like a mouse. With old fashioned chimneys, and a wrought iron gate, This house with turrets had balconies ornate. The brother who lived here was spoilt and mean, When it came family time, he wasn’t very keen. He was constantly on his new laptop and phone, Too busy texting or chatting, wanting to be alone The father who lived here was worried and tense, About his job, his pay and debts immense. He locked himself in his study for hours, And forgot about happiness, rainbows and flowers. The mother who lived here had no time to spare, For she was busy with parties, god knows where. Glamorous she was, not a hair out of place, She wore high-heeled sandals, and gowns with lace. The baby who lived here hadn't learnt any words, He just sat there drinking milk and vomiting curds. There was no one to cuddle him or give him a hug, No one to love him, or keep him snug.
21: Amidst all of this, was ten-year-old Eloise, Who in spite of the silence struggled to find peace. She felt very sad, lonely and unwanted, The silence made her uneasy, as if the house was haunted. One day, by the stroke of fate, They were reduced to a very pitiable state. They lost all possessions just like that, And were forced to move into a tiny flat. The family was obliged to spend time together, To share what they had and know each other better. Soon love filled the air for ten-year-old Eloise, And in the noise of the flat, she finally found peace.
22: A Peace of Noise The... who lived here: It is very clear that I used repetition in this poem, ‘A Peace of Noise’. I kept on repeating the phrase, ‘the... who lived here’. This device may have helped nail the fact that the family live in the same huge spacious house, yet did not live ‘together’. They are leading their lives independent of each other. This poem conveys the message that everyone was so busy with their own things, that they couldn't even be bothered about interacting. The repetition simply helps with getting to the point, and keeping a good consistent rhythm. Every single time I mention this repeated phrase, I am introducing a new family member of the main character, Eloise. Every family member is adding a new dimension in our perspective of Eloise's predicament. My plan was to introduce everyone with the same line, so that the reader would get the same general idea, that the characters were isolated, busy, and maybe even insensitive.
24: Resources Wide Road Photograph. Http://blog.teenmentalhealth.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/long-road.jpg. Web. Lake District Photograph. Web.
25: Hearts Photograph. Web.
26: Wait... More Resources! World Peace
28: About the Author | Mallika Purandare has thoroughly enjoyed writing poetry throughout this unit. 'Poetry 4 Peace!' is a collection of poems she wrote during her second quarter of 6th grade. She enjoys singing, dancing, writing and playing volleyball. Mallika likes to travel, and has been to many different parts of the world. She would like to thank her mother, her father, and brother for inspiring her. She would also like to give a big thanks to her grandparents for inspiring me with the poem 'Over Here'.(It was their house)