Heroes We Never Name | The Man in the Red Bandana

Heroes We Never Name By M. Lucille Ford

Back of the men we honor

Enrolled on the scroll of fame,

Are the millions who go unmentioned -

The heroes we never name!

Those who have won us the victories,

And conquered along the way;

Those who have made us a nation -

A tribute to them I would pay.

Back of our nation's first leader,

Of Lincoln and Wilson, too,

Back of the mind directing our course

Was the army that carried it through.

Back of the generals and captains

Was the tramping of rank and file,

And back of them were the ones at home

Who labored with tear and with smile.

And What of the "everyday" heroes

Whose courage and efforts ne'er cease!

Toilers who struggle and labor and strive

And hope for a future of peace?

Hats off to the worthy leaders;

Their honor I'd ever acclaim -

But here's a cheer for the many brave,

The heroes we never name.

Analysis Questions

What is the poem about? 

What is the message of the poem? 

What is the tone? Mood? 

Poetic devices: ­
Look for figurative language and sound devices. Alliteration

• Assonance

• Consonance

• Onomatopoeia

• Allusion 

• Symbolism ­

What do you think it all means? 

Look at the graphic elements in the poem.

• Capitalization

• Punctuation ­

• Line breaks

• Word position/White space

 

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Poetry Outloud

Thanks Mrs. Whittington - blog post adapted from http://whittenglish9.blogspot.com/search/label/PoetryOutLoud

Your assignment is to memorize/present a poem as part of our class poetry slam.

If you would like to compete in the Poetry Out Loud National Competition, your poem must be from the anthology list and must be memorized.

If you do not want to compete beyond the classroom, the poem does not have to be from the anthology, but it must be approved by your teacher and must be a minimum of 10 lines. Presentation does not have to be completely memorized. 

Links:
Poetry Out Loud Poem Options (Required for National Competition)
Can We AutoCorrect Humanity?
Why I Hate School But Love Education
On Girls Lending Pens

Button Poetry is a great resource for ideas on spoken word poetry


Important Dates:
- Starting today - choose a poem to memorize
- Rehearse your memorized poem in class in small groups for the next week.
- Perform poem in class 12/2-12/5


How you will be Graded(in competition):

Heroes We Never Name

Fixing America By Aryan Deorah






When I was little,


I was told that this country was perfect,


I was taught that this is the greatest nation,


I had read everyone was free, everyone had the same rights,


But was this all true?





I went to school and they said my religion was stupid,


I got on the bus, and they called my friends terrorists,


I turned on the news, and there was another police killing,


I saw videos, they showed people spitting on children because of their origin,


I talked to my friends, and all they mentioned was a man who supports all of these things.





Is this country really as great as I was told,


It is up to our generation to fix these problems,


to heal the wounds,


to accept others,





and to cement this nation as the greatest that has ever existed.

The Voices

The Voices


By: Hannah Bowman





The voices.


They taunt me,


With their continuous laughter.





The voices.


They tell me,


Things that aren’t true.





The voices.


They help me,


Suppress feelings with a smile.





The voices.


They lead me,


To have bad intentions.





The voices.


They protect me,


From shedding a tear.





The voices.


They soothe me,


Singing words of hope.





The voices.


They keep me,





From letting it all out.

Shoulders by Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952

THE STRUCTURE OF A LIMERICK

THE STRUCTURE OF A LIMERICK:

"Limericks are short poems of five lines having rhyme structure AABBA. It is officially described as a form of 'anapestic trimeter'.

The 'anapest' is a foot of poetic verse consisting of three syllables, the third longer (or accentuated to a greater degree) than the first two: da-da-DA. The word 'anapest' shows it's own metric: anaPEST.

Lines 1, 2 and 5 of a limerick should ideally consist of three anapests each, concluding with an identical or similar phoneme to create the rhyme.

Lines 3 and 4 are shorter, constructed of two anapests each and again rhyming with each other with the overall rhyme structure of AABBA."


The limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into space that is quite economical.
But the good ones I've seen
Hardly ever are clean
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.


'via Blog this'

My Dog Didn't Eat It

My Dog Didn't Eat It

I was given so much time

to finish up these rhymes,

but I waited till the night before,

and now I am screwed for sure.

But it's not really my defect

that I didn't finish this project.

My red and abandoned fish, Fred, died

when my brother threw him outside.

My clothes got wet,

so I got an idea set.

I caused a fire to go by

when I threw them in the microwave to dry.

My hair was a flowing, shiny river streaming

down my shoulders, before I began thunderingly screaming

when it instantly mutated into a massive frizz ball

in the stickiest, most humid morning of all!

In a rainy afternoon, I went out to the patio

to munch on some crispy, green pistachios.

On a spur of a moment, I was blinded when lightening struck!

I would be paralyzed in a coma, if I had not ducked.

Every time I started to work,

I felt my phone staring at me like a jerk.

You ought to believe me!

This project is bad luck…please agree.

I'm working on it at this minute.

Something will surely happen to it.

Wait a second! What is this?

A poem of my excuses to end my crisis!

Control

There is an essence in each object.

This essence,

consisting of different elements,

represents different factors of life.

Taking advantage of the essence can create beautiful things.

Farming can be done faster.

Landscaping is easier than imagined.

Natural resources are at our fingertips.

Taking advantage of this life force can put man in control of nature.

Or so he thinks….

Nature has a mind of its own.

There is a delicate balance of power between man and the environment.

And if man is taking too much control of the environment,

Nature will fight back in order to restore equilibrium.

Nature will bring about a vile wave of famine,

disaster,

plague,

and mutant creatures beyond anyone’s imagination.

Today, we are at the brink of thriving or dying.

We can bring back a world of hope,

Use the essence for the positive.

Or we can continue to move forward,

abuse the essence,

and let nature take over the human population.

The choice is yours.

Brisk Moments

From that moment on,

I learned to change,

Change myself.                   

The things I do,

The way I do them,

Why I do them,

I have learned from my mistakes.

Countless nights,

Countless mistakes.

But sometimes it’s not what I do,

Sometimes it’s the people,

The people aren’t who they seem.

They are nice one day and then different the next.

They always say “People change”

People don’t change,

They just take their masks off.

Pathway to Success

Pathway to Success

By:  Sreya Palnati

I remember that day perfectly,

Tears running down my face.

Dead cold stares on me,

A shattered grey vase.

Impossible, you say,

This dream of mine I’m dreaming.

But I’ve got lots of hope,

I’ve done some persevering.

Some days being fun with happy rainbows,

Other days filled with sadness.

I didn’t what was going on,

Or how do deal with this madness.

One day you told me about a song,

How it might help.

But then you never let me hear it,

Letting me feel the feelings I felt.

Soon I find out about a poem,

That shows me the pathway,

A very important one indeed.

Now I see everything in color instead of only grey.

We’re grown up now,

We know a little more too.

You know I’m living the life

That you’ve always wanted to.

The Witch

The Witch

By Gwyneth Schloer

 

Her frightful, green face

with warts and boils

and a crooked nose out of place.

 

Hate, neglect, revenge

surge through her cold heart;

a broken life to avenge.

 

Lies spill from her lips:

fat, worthless, and dumb;

my confidence she rips.

 

A drunken rage of

anger, loss, regret,

cause a chaotic rampage.

 

Swallowed by despair,

I grasp for a hand,

but she won't ever care.

 

But in the end

it's her heart, not mine,

that needs a friend.

Fall Poem

Brynn Goldman 

K6

English Free Verse Poem

30 September 2014

Fall 

Fall is coming

As the trees begins to shiver

We all recognize the crisp

In the air

On our lips

Through our hair

Even though it may not be clear

Fall is coming

Fall is here

(better late than never…)

High School Poem- Susannah Sage

High School

The shrill yet steady beep,

Awakens you from your sleep,

Groans of irritation,

The strong realization of the comfort you can no longer keep,

Today is the day you return to that place,

Its tall intimidating walls,

Several hours of strong distaste,

Walking the crowded halls,

Returning to homework and projects,

A plus, B minus, and C’s,

A simple letter that means so much,

Working hard to keep up,

There’s that one class that you dread,

It truly just isn’t your strength,

You would choose any class over this,

Its time seems to double in length,

There’s also that class that’s your favorite,

 You can’t wait to be there again,

Looking forward to it all day,

You love it so much when you stay,

Then you start thinking, school isn’t all bad,

You’re suddenly given more freedom,

There’s dances and games filled with laughter,

Lunchtime with friends, cracking up after,

You hop out of bed and get ready,

For what the day will hold,

Take the good with the bad, be prepared,

High school has great things I’m told.

Backpack

Backpack

Backpack,

you hurt my shoulders,

and my back,

also my arms,

 what would I do without you.

Backpack,

you carry all my books,

binders, and lunchboxes,

sometimes even my shoes,

what would I do without you.

Backpack,

you make me late to school,

trying to cram things into you,

you tear and rip,

 what would I do without you.

Backpack,

you can make my life miserable,

but also gleeful,

what would I do,

without you.

Backpack,

you hurt my shoulders,

and my back,

also my arms,

 what would I do without you.

Keshav Bhakta 

Block-4

Hope in the Dark

Hope in the Dark

This nightmare that we live in,

What a terror it is.

Not knowing what's fake and what's real,

But knowing we will survive this.

Darkness is everywhere,

Surrounding us like a cloud covered sky.

Coming out of nowhere, 

With a blink of an eye.

The darkness is pulling us in,

With memories that are scattered.

Never good enough,

And all our hearts are torn and tattered.

But say what you will,

This life is supreme. 

Keep walking towards your goal,

And someday you'll wake up from this dream.

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Tick tock, went the clock,

Twelve people alive,

One the source of it all,

But only eleven shall die.

Tick tock, went the clock,

One dying each hour,

When the clock strikes one,

The man with the black hair tied back shall die,

A man of providing.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes two,
The man with the white scarf shall die,
A man most feared.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes three,
The man with the rose shall die,
A man wanting to be loved.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes four,
The man with red eyes shall die,
A man who was once lost.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes five,
The man with the black cross shall die,
A man who was a commander.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes six,
The man with the wise mind shall die,
A man who was an elder.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes seven,
The man with the sorcery shall die,
A man who was the father of all.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes eight,
The man who wears glasses shall die,
A man who was a hero.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes nine,
The man with the polar bear shall die,
A man who wasn't noticed.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes ten,
The man who was generous shall die,
A man who was poor.

Tick tock, went the clock,
One dying each hour,
When the clock strikes eleven,
The man who was always angry shall die,
A man who was a brother.

Tick tock, went the clock,
All eleven are dead,
But when the clock stroke twelve,
The twelfth with the curl was weeping,
And wished the eleven didn't protect him,
A man who wanted to protect.

The Cycles of the Seasons

 The Cycles of the Seasons

Winter’s snow brings cold

Raging blizzards, storms of hailing ice

And yet beautiful.

Spring is a rebirth

From the barren and icy grounds

Of the long gone winter.

Summer introduces us

To the feelings of freedom

And joys of old friends.

Autumn is subtle

Changing slowly, unnoticed

Until winter storms forth.