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1: The Whimsical World of Poetry Libby Wuller Stillwater High School April 18, 2011
3: Table of Contents pg 2 "The Sitter" pg 4 "Petit, The Poet" pg 6 "Psalm 23" pg 9 "Forever and Today" pg 10 "The Peacock Smile" pg 13 "dominic has" pg 15 "Hot Dog" pg 16 "The Meadow" pg 18 "tom's diner" pg 20 "today" pg 22 work-cited
4: Mrs. Mctwitter the babysitter, I think she's a little bit crazy. She thinks a babysitter is supposed to sit on the baby. -Shel Silverstein
5: Shel Silverstein works magic in his poems. With just a few short words, he creates vivid imagery in my head that, more often than not, makes me fall to the roll laughing. I also love this piece because when I first heard it as a third grader, I went home and told my mom I wanted to sit on kids for a job!
6: Petit, The Poet Seeds in a dry pod,tick, tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel- Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens- But the pine tree make a symphony thereof. Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus, Ballads by the score with the same old thought: The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades? Life all around me here in the village: Tragedy, comedy, valor, and truth, Courage, constancy, heroism, failure- All in the loom, and oh what patterns! Woodlands, meadows, streams and rivers- Blind to all of it all my life long. Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus, Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics, While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines? -Edgar Lee Masters
7: The book this poem was selected from, is about the people that "reside" in a fictional cemetery. Petit is a Poet who is observing his life, and the lives of the people in the ground next to him. I love that whimsy of relating his life to the seeds in a pod and flowers. It helps me imagine what his life used to be like.
8: Psalms 23 The Lord is my shepherd, I shall no be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads be by still waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and staff comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies, You anoint my hand with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. -A Psalm of David
9: Psalm 23 has a special place in my heart. This passage is about how mighty the Lord is and what he does for is. In society today, everyone has their ideas about God, their own understandings of The Bible. But the Lord's love for us never wavers and never changes. In world that tells me I have to earn love, an unconditional love is hard to wrap my head around. It's magical and beyond marvelous that a short passage can constantly remind me I am not alone.
10: This poem is about love, a very whimsical feeling. With butterflies and sweaty palms, you know when you like someone. This man wants to make sure that she is really in love! When my friends say they love each other in high school, I simply do not understand. How can you love someone yet, for I know I'm not ready to wake up every morning to any of these teenage boys! I shall save my "I love you"s for a later date.
11: Forever and Today U say the u'll love me forever but what about today As the dusks become dawns and the years pass on will u love me the same way if so let us rejoice and bathe in constant pleasure if not spare my heart today and I shall recover before forever And if my doubts and ?'s upset u, forgive my fargile heart I just wanted 2 know if you'd love me forever before today would start! -Tupac
12: The Peacock Smile Your peacock smile Was dancing Girl, in your face, Gazing at the sky, Quick shining like lightning; Falling and rising Falling, drowning Drowning earth and water In the whiteness of your laughter! The colored look in your eye Trembled restlessly, Dancing, dancing, Playfully parading. One mango tree, in the corner Of this inscape of my heart A nightingale was sitting, Perched, watching you, Forgetting to sing! And somewhere loneliness was anguished day and night muttering, Sighing, lamenting, Searching for something- Pail of tears, its sadness emptying Emptying and inviting, Desiring the impossible. -D.R. Bendre
13: I loved this poem because of the woman it portrays. She is confident and beautiful, and most important: captivating. I fell like every woman has this potential. That all girls are beautiful in their own way. It's a shame our world doesn't believe that.
14: This poem is quite different. I can't decide if Dominic is just a little boy, or if he is a symbol. But I love the word choice in this selection and the use of two onomatopoeias. And even though the poem can be perceived as dark, I find it very amusing.
15: dominic has a doll wired to the radiator of his ZOOM DOOM icecoalwood truck a wistful little clown whom somebody buried upside down in an ashbarrel of course dominic took him home & mrs dominic washed his sweet dirty face & mended his bright torn trousers (quite as if he were really her & she but) & also that 's how dominic has a doll & ever now & then my wonderful friend dominic depaola -e.e. Cummings
17: Hot Dog | Who doesn't love a good hot dog?? I know that I do, though I've never had one for a pet. I love this poem because it really captures a child's imagination. I once had a pet ball of silly string as a kid. Shel Silverstein always seem to catch the beauty of being a child in each of his books. | I have a hot dog for a pet, The only kind my folks would let me get, he does smell sorta bad and yet, he never gets the sofa wet. We have a butcher for a vet, the strangest vet you ever met. Guess we're the weirdest family yet, To have a hot dog for a pet, -Shel Silverstein
18: The Meadow The sun is shining down on my face I came to meditate in this place In God's presence I'm laying as each tree is gently swaying I will go without a trace -Libby Wuller
19: I wrote this poem because it makes me feel all warm inside and out. You know that feeling of the sun's beams hitting your face? I love that. The rush and swoosh of trees never fails to calm me down. So I often escape to my back porch to read or do homework on days when nature decides to smile.
20: Tom's diner I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee And he fills it only half way and before I even argue he is looking out the window at somebody coming in It is always nice to see you says the man behind the counter to the woman who has come in she is shaking her umbrella. | And I look the other way as they are kissing their hellos and I'm pretending not to see them So instead I pour the milk. I open up the paper there's a story of an actor who had died while he was drinking it was no one I had heard of And I'm turning to the horoscope and looking at the funnies and I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head | There's a woman on the outside looking inside does she see me No, she does not really see me cause she sees her own reflection And I'm trying not to notice that she's hitching up her skirt and while she's straitening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet. Oh this rain it will continue through the morning as I'm listening to the bells of the cathedral, I am thinking of your voice -Susan Vega
21: I love the song Tom's Diner. To me the point comes across in poetry so well because it is often preformed as such. The woman in the story grabs her morning coffee, and starts to notice all the minor details around her. Sometime I worry that I don't stop to smell the roses enough. So next time I eat at a diner, I'm going to people watch.
22: I will be the first to admit I do not know what love is, but I know the feeling of holding onto someone and not wanting to let them go. This poem is about never wanting to let go, and wanting to live as a teenager forever. Being a teen means bad zits and awkward dates, but it also means the protection of home if you mess up and the carefree attitude of being young and free. The world seems scary, so I'd rather stay here and be with my friends.
23: today Today was fun I played in the sun No word from our mum through the grass did we run. Tonight as I sleep and I don't make a peep my alarm will not beep to my dreams will I keep. Tomorrow when I wake Our future we will make Yet if the earth should quake Only you will I take. -Libby Wuller
24: Work-Cited -Bendre, D.R. "The Peacock Smile". Feaathers. Ed. New York:Tambimuttu, 1967.14-15. Print. -Cummings, e.e. "dominic has". 95 Poems. United States of America: e.e. Cummings, 1958. 8. Print. -Masters, Edgar Lee. "Petit, The Poet". Spoon River Anthology. New York:The MacMillan Company, 1916. 92. Print. -New International Bible. Paige Drygas. Grand Rapids, Michigan:Zondervan. 676. Print. -Shakur, Tupac. "Forever and Today". The Rose That Grew From Concrete. New York: The Estate of Tupac. 55. Print. -Silverstein, Shel. "Hot Dog". A Light in the Attic. New York: Harper Collins, 1981. 69. Print. -Silverstein, Shel. "The Sitter". A light in the Attic. New York: Harper Collins, 1981. 14. Print. -Susan Vega. "Tom's Diner". Lyrics Domain. n.p. n.d. Web. April 14, 2011 -All pictures from google
25: Libby Wuller was born on April 19, 1995. She is an outgoing young teenage girl, who wants to grow up to be in politics and fashion. Libby loves to play guitar and be on stage. She has devoted her life to Christ and strives to do his work daily.