BC: Thank you for reading my Mixbook
FC: GET IT CRACKIN WITH BRACKEN by William Bracken 8th Period English
1: Poker Poem The Curse, caused by the hate of the dark, the black, the sharp while he juggles his mark. He doesnt know where his cloud can find a home. He goes alone to try and roam. The spider he finds as he unwinds, and he does this time after time. | My Poem Lymric There once was a man from Brazil, who got sick so he swallowed a pill. It gave him some pains, and his health did wane, but he spits hot fire still. | Warm-Up Poem Couplets Death going on everywhere, always happening no one can bear. Never ending, never stopping, so there might as well be bottles popping.
2: Poem by William Bulter Yeats Free Verse Had I the heavens embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
3: An Exert from the Raven End Rhyme by Edgar Allen Poe The this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, 'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me why thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'
4: Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix "Purple haze all in my brain Lately things just dont seem the same Actin funny, but I dont know why scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple haze all around Dont know if Im comin up or down Am I happy or in misery? What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me" | Comparing Jimi Hendrix and Robert Frost They both made their work with end rhymes and they were both considered great in their time. Although Jimi Hendrix was much more controvesral and had an untimely death while Robert's life wasnt as exciting as Jimi's. | A Solider by Robert Frost "Our missiles always make too short an arc. They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect The curve of earth, and striking, break their own; They make us cringe for metal-point on stone. But this we know, the obstacle that checked and tripped the body, shot the spirit on further than target ever showed or shone."
5: The Man in the back said everyone attack, and it turned in to a ballroom blitz. And the girl in the corner, with wives and mourners, You dont have to put on that dress tonight, walk the streets for money, you dont care if its wrong or if its right.