<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:30:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry and Review</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the blog where we will review poetry and how to answer AP style MC questions on poetry.  Each night for the remainder of March and all of April, approximately five students will post either a song (a poetic one, obviously) or a poem and one AP style multiple choice question to go with it.  Be sure to include the title and author of the piece.  Everyone will answer the questions with a brief explanation in his/her notebook.  Be sure to keep all of your answers together in your notebook.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Baione-Doda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660970672175860730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-444333147764718642</id><published>2009-05-06T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:33:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BY MADISON LIGUORI-TUCCI</title><content type='html'>The Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;Crash Into Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youve got your ball&lt;br /&gt;Youve got your chain&lt;br /&gt;Tied to me tight tie me up again&lt;br /&gt;Whos got their claws&lt;br /&gt;In you my friend&lt;br /&gt;Into your heart Ill beat again&lt;br /&gt;Sweet like candy to my soul&lt;br /&gt;Sweet you rock&lt;br /&gt;And sweet you roll&lt;br /&gt;Lost for you Im so lost for you&lt;br /&gt;You come crash into me&lt;br /&gt;And I come into you&lt;br /&gt;I come into you&lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream&lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream&lt;br /&gt;Touch your lips just so I know&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, love, it glows so&lt;br /&gt;Im bare boned and crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;When you come crash&lt;br /&gt;Into me, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I come into you&lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream&lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream&lt;br /&gt;If Ive gone overboard&lt;br /&gt;Then Im begging you&lt;br /&gt;To forgive me&lt;br /&gt;In my haste&lt;br /&gt;When Im holding you so girl&lt;br /&gt;Close to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you come crash&lt;br /&gt;Into me, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I come into you&lt;br /&gt;Hike up your skirt a little more&lt;br /&gt;And show the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Hike up your skirt a little more&lt;br /&gt;And show your world to me&lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream.. in a boys dream&lt;br /&gt;Oh I watch you there&lt;br /&gt;Through the window&lt;br /&gt;And I stare at you&lt;br /&gt;You wear nothing but you&lt;br /&gt;Wear it so well&lt;br /&gt;Tied up and twisted&lt;br /&gt;The way Id like to be&lt;br /&gt;For you, for me, come crash&lt;br /&gt;Into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What literary device is not used in this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. repetition&lt;br /&gt;b. anaphora&lt;br /&gt;c. metaphor&lt;br /&gt;d. rhyme&lt;br /&gt;e. polysyndeton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-444333147764718642?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/444333147764718642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-madison-liguori-tucci_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/444333147764718642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/444333147764718642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-madison-liguori-tucci_06.html' title='BY MADISON LIGUORI-TUCCI'/><author><name>Greg Brodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07409897451384532569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-8829390168340453460</id><published>2009-05-06T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:26:43.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BY MADISON LIGUORI-TUCCI</title><content type='html'>Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never Again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the ring you gave to her turns her finger green&lt;br /&gt;I hope when your in bed with her, you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I would never wish bad things, but I don't wish you well&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell, by the flames that burned your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never read your letter&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I knew what you'd say&lt;br /&gt;Give me that Sunday school answer&lt;br /&gt;Try and make it all OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt to know I'll never be there&lt;br /&gt;Bet it sucks, to see my face everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It was you, who chose to end it like you did&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to know&lt;br /&gt;You knew exactly what you would do&lt;br /&gt;And don't say, you simply lost your way&lt;br /&gt;She may believe you but I never will&lt;br /&gt;Never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she really knows the truth, she deserves you&lt;br /&gt;A trophy wife, oh how cute&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;But when your day comes, and he's through with you&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be through with you&lt;br /&gt;You'll die together but alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrote me in a letter&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't say it right to my face&lt;br /&gt;Give me that Sunday school answer&lt;br /&gt;Repent yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt to know I'll never be there&lt;br /&gt;Bet it sucks, to see my face everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It was you, who chose to end it like you did&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to know&lt;br /&gt;You knew exactly what you would do&lt;br /&gt;And don't say, you simply lost your way&lt;br /&gt;They may believe you but I never will&lt;br /&gt;Never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I hear you&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I fall to you&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I want to&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I love you&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt to know I'll never be there&lt;br /&gt;Bet it sucks, to see my face everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It was you, who chose to end it like you did&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to know&lt;br /&gt;You knew exactly what you would do&lt;br /&gt;And don't say, you simply lost your way&lt;br /&gt;They may believe you but I never will&lt;br /&gt;I never will&lt;br /&gt;I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the following words describes the tone of this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. agreeable&lt;br /&gt;b. determined&lt;br /&gt;c. angry&lt;br /&gt;d. giddy&lt;br /&gt;e. weary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-8829390168340453460?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/8829390168340453460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-madison-liguori-tucci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8829390168340453460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8829390168340453460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-madison-liguori-tucci.html' title='BY MADISON LIGUORI-TUCCI'/><author><name>Greg Brodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07409897451384532569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-6789217281167983154</id><published>2009-05-05T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:50:23.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful by Vega4</title><content type='html'>Life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;We love until we die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;We steal a perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;Let the monsters see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Let them see you smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I hold you too tightly?&lt;br /&gt;When will the hurt kick in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, but it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;We barely make it.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to understand,&lt;br /&gt;There are miracles, miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts, they beat and break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run away from harm,&lt;br /&gt;Will you run back into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Like you did when you were young?&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you tightly&lt;br /&gt;When the hurting kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, but it's complicated, &lt;br /&gt;we barely make it.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to understand,&lt;br /&gt;There are miracles, miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand where you are.&lt;br /&gt;We let all these moments pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing where I'm standing,&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that we can give.&lt;br /&gt;This is ours just for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that we can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the tone of this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Explosive&lt;br /&gt;b. Dreamy&lt;br /&gt;c. Caustic&lt;br /&gt;d. Jargon&lt;br /&gt;e. Nostalgic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-6789217281167983154?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/6789217281167983154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-beautiful-by-vega4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6789217281167983154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6789217281167983154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-beautiful-by-vega4.html' title='Life is Beautiful by Vega4'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12276042397657285631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-2047101810114404412</id><published>2009-05-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:10:24.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your Song"- Elton John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="verse"&gt;It's a little bit funny this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of those who can easily hide&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much money but boy if I did&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again, no&lt;br /&gt;Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much but it's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse"&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What literary device is most commonly used throughout the song?&lt;br /&gt;A)euphony&lt;br /&gt;B)assonance&lt;br /&gt;C)cacophony&lt;br /&gt;D)alliteration&lt;br /&gt;E)hyperbole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-2047101810114404412?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/2047101810114404412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-song-elton-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/2047101810114404412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/2047101810114404412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-song-elton-john.html' title='&quot;Your Song&quot;- Elton John'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03685412889550833099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-2413652531879087461</id><published>2009-05-03T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:06:02.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Johnson -- Never Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jack Johnson - Never Know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this old story before&lt;br /&gt;Where the people keep on killing for their metaphors&lt;br /&gt;But don’t leave much up to the imagination&lt;br /&gt;So I want to give this imagery back&lt;br /&gt;But I know it just ain’t so easy like that&lt;br /&gt;So I turn the page and read the story again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;It sure seems the same with a different name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re breaking and rebuilding and we’re growing, always guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;We’re shocking but we’re nothing&lt;br /&gt;We’re just moments, we’re clever but we’re clueless&lt;br /&gt;We’re just human, amusing and confusing&lt;br /&gt;We’re trying, but where is this all leading?&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so much faster than you can say disaster&lt;br /&gt;Want to take a time-lapse and look at it backwards&lt;br /&gt;Find the last word and maybe that’s just the answer that we’re after&lt;br /&gt;But after all we’re just a bubble in a boiling pot&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath in a chain of thought&lt;br /&gt;We’re moments just combusting&lt;br /&gt;We feel certain but we’ll never, never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure seems the same, give it a different name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re begging and we’re needing, and we’re trying, and we’re breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;We’re shocking but we’re nothing&lt;br /&gt;We’re just moments, we’re clever but we’re clueless&lt;br /&gt;We’re just human, amusing and confusing&lt;br /&gt;We’re helping, rebuilding and we’re growing&lt;br /&gt;Never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, coming door to door&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that their metaphor is better than yours&lt;br /&gt;And you can either sink or swim and things are looking pretty grim&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t believe in what they’re spoon-feeding&lt;br /&gt;It’s got no feeling so I read it again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure seems the same, so many different names&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are strong, our heads are weak, we’ll always be competing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;We’re shocking but we’re nothing&lt;br /&gt;We’re just moments, we’re clever but we’re clueless&lt;br /&gt;We’re just human, amusing, confusing&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, all we got are questions&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song includes all of the following devices EXCEPT :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Metaphor&lt;br /&gt;B)Repitition&lt;br /&gt;C)Allusion&lt;br /&gt;D)Anaphora&lt;br /&gt;E)Juxtaposition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-2413652531879087461?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/2413652531879087461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/jack-johnson-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/2413652531879087461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/2413652531879087461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/jack-johnson-never-know.html' title='Jack Johnson -- Never Know'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798988915313250987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-7227943695607340820</id><published>2009-05-01T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:52:25.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Outdoors" by Us</title><content type='html'>There's a strange door over there&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;Some say that it goes out there&lt;br /&gt;to a place that can be called&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors&lt;br /&gt;This door took me out there,&lt;br /&gt;Out there is outdoors where the outdoors is.&lt;br /&gt;There's some grass on the ground and a tree over there&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'll find you out here&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a tree over there&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to that tree&lt;br /&gt;and I climbed up it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roamed the roads through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to claim my place.&lt;br /&gt;The one shelter that calls to me,&lt;br /&gt;Whose woods I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do?...&lt;br /&gt;Without the buffer I knew?&lt;br /&gt;Is there more I can do?&lt;br /&gt;Lost without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now,&lt;br /&gt;when I need you most?&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating through&lt;br /&gt;Reality's host.&lt;br /&gt;You said to look down,&lt;br /&gt;when all was lost.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Lily?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now...&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;I climbed up that tree.&lt;br /&gt;Up in the air with the ground below me.&lt;br /&gt;My reflection in that tree over there,&lt;br /&gt;What's he doing, in that tree?&lt;br /&gt;The mirror...&lt;br /&gt;In the tree over there,&lt;br /&gt;That was outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly, is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, guiding your wings rising as the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Your petals bring hope, your petals bring strength&lt;br /&gt;The strength to fight on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our lives before were tragic&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my love for her goes on&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all be gone&lt;br /&gt;But lullabies go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;They never die&lt;br /&gt;That's how you And I will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there ever comes a day when I’m not there, I’ll always be with you. And so she was.&lt;br /&gt;And we sat in the grass, smiling…remembering the pleasant memories.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Lily's role to the speakers?&lt;br /&gt;A) Microcosm for their former life&lt;br /&gt;B) Symbol for protection&lt;br /&gt;C) Creator of ignorance and pain&lt;br /&gt;D) Catalyst to self-awareness&lt;br /&gt;E) A happy illusion in their minds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-7227943695607340820?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/7227943695607340820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/outdoors-by-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7227943695607340820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7227943695607340820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/outdoors-by-us.html' title='&quot;Outdoors&quot; by Us'/><author><name>RiccardoPu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02044921592635252233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-8328311389972856112</id><published>2009-05-01T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:31:57.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corona and Lime Shwayze</title><content type='html'>Baby will you be my corona and lime. &lt;br /&gt;And I will be your main squeeze. &lt;br /&gt;And if your brother don't like my style. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse: &lt;br /&gt;Yo. Lil girls in the city. Dress up pretty. &lt;br /&gt;Go out and get messed up and shitty. &lt;br /&gt;Girls by the sea, dress like hippies. And write love beads and go skinny dippin'. &lt;br /&gt;Girls in the hills, go day trippin. To get their nails done, and hair straighten. &lt;br /&gt;Lil girls in the 818. Get hot when I roll over laurel canyon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about a girl I know. &lt;br /&gt;She like hip hop and rock and roll. &lt;br /&gt;She walk slow down the avenue. &lt;br /&gt;I ain't met her, but I get her when I do. &lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about a girl I love. &lt;br /&gt;She stay at home cause she hate the club. &lt;br /&gt;Baby but, pretty little features. &lt;br /&gt;I ain't met her but I'll get her when I see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby will you be my corona and lime. &lt;br /&gt;And I will be your main squeeze. &lt;br /&gt;And if your brother don't like my style. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in New York look like giraffes. &lt;br /&gt;Long neck, long legs, tiny tits and ass. &lt;br /&gt;Girls from L.A rock oversized shades. &lt;br /&gt;And chill all day cause they already payed. &lt;br /&gt;Girls in Miami. Street bikinis. &lt;br /&gt;Bump techno by Dj Tiesto. &lt;br /&gt;Girls from Detroit Like electro. And dance all night till they break they neck, yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about a girl I know. &lt;br /&gt;She like hip hop and rock and roll. &lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about a girl I love. &lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about a girl I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby will you be my corona and lime. &lt;br /&gt;And I will be your main squeeze. &lt;br /&gt;And if your brother don't like my style. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;And if your brother don't like my style. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you lookin for love, won't you put you hands up. &lt;br /&gt;(if you lookin for love, won't you put you hands up.) &lt;br /&gt;If you lookin for love then I'm lookin for love. &lt;br /&gt;(If you lookin for love then I'm lookin for love.) &lt;br /&gt;Now if you lookin for love, won't you put you hands up. &lt;br /&gt;(if you lookin for love, won't you put you hands up.) &lt;br /&gt;Now, if you lookin for love then I'm lookin for love, huh. And this is what I'm lookin for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about a girl I know. &lt;br /&gt;She like hip hop and rock and roll. &lt;br /&gt;She walk slow down the avenue. &lt;br /&gt;I ain't met her, but I get her when I do. &lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about a girl I love. &lt;br /&gt;She stay at home cause she hate the club. &lt;br /&gt;Baby but, pretty little features. &lt;br /&gt;I ain't met her but I'll get her when I see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby will you be my corona and lime. &lt;br /&gt;And I will be your main squeeze. &lt;br /&gt;And if your brother don't like my style. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby will you be my corona and lime. &lt;br /&gt;And I will be your sandy beach. &lt;br /&gt;And if your brother don't like my style. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street. &lt;br /&gt;We could take it to the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the speaker express his impressions of the different cities he describes?&lt;br /&gt;A.) Rhetorical questions&lt;br /&gt;B.)Sarcastic tone&lt;br /&gt;C.)Metaphor&lt;br /&gt;D.) Generalization of the girls who live there&lt;br /&gt;E.) All of the above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-8328311389972856112?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/8328311389972856112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/corona-and-lime-shwayze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8328311389972856112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8328311389972856112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/corona-and-lime-shwayze.html' title='Corona and Lime Shwayze'/><author><name>samanthaso2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15350431668165574973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4192876021298306380</id><published>2009-05-01T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:55:03.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra Villano</title><content type='html'>Fairy Tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;Why do my dreams seem so far?&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world so high&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me out?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me what love is all about?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've never known it for myself&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't believe in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone is:&lt;br /&gt;A) Depressed&lt;br /&gt;B)Longing&lt;br /&gt;C)Excited&lt;br /&gt;D)Aggravated&lt;br /&gt;E)Fascinated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-4192876021298306380?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/4192876021298306380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/alexandra-villano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4192876021298306380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4192876021298306380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/05/alexandra-villano.html' title='Alexandra Villano'/><author><name>Alex2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288448502082047906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-7584264429125612111</id><published>2009-04-30T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:17:40.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if it Kills Me - Motion City Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>I’ve got a lotta things to do tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sick of making lists&lt;br /&gt;Of things I’ll never finish&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived here for the last 12 years&lt;br /&gt;Since early 1995 all my shit has been in boxes&lt;br /&gt;But if I had a little more time to kill&lt;br /&gt;I’d settle every little stupid thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you’d think that I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m too tired to go to sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I’m too weak to follow dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time I can say&lt;br /&gt;That I want to try to get better and&lt;br /&gt;Overcome each moment&lt;br /&gt;In my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’ll ever lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard for awhile&lt;br /&gt;But then I kinda gave up&lt;br /&gt;Winter is a killer when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;"I’m really not as stubborn as I seem,"&lt;br /&gt;Said the knuckle to the concrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m too tired to go to sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I’m too weak to follow dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time I can say&lt;br /&gt;That I want to try to get better and&lt;br /&gt;Overcome each moment&lt;br /&gt;In my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that I’m giving up&lt;br /&gt;I’m just trying not to think as much as I used to&lt;br /&gt;Cause "never" is a lonely little messed up word&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll get it right some day&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time I can say&lt;br /&gt;That I want to try&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless for the most part&lt;br /&gt;But I’m learning to open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the sad truth of the matter is&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never get over it&lt;br /&gt;But I’m gonna try&lt;br /&gt;To get better and overcome each moment&lt;br /&gt;In my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to get back on track&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Even if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The speaker of this song can be characterized as all of the following EXCEPT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a. helpless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b. determined&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c. complacent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d. irrational&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e. contemplative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-7584264429125612111?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/7584264429125612111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/even-if-it-kills-me-motion-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7584264429125612111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7584264429125612111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/even-if-it-kills-me-motion-city.html' title='Even if it Kills Me - Motion City Soundtrack'/><author><name>amanda skop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151521468857571356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-6241257396087344894</id><published>2009-04-29T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:28:21.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghetto: A Mother  Anna Swirsczynska</title><content type='html'>Cuddling in the arms her half-asphyxiated baby, howling,&lt;br /&gt;she ran up the staircase of the apartment building that was set ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;From the first floor to the second. &lt;br /&gt;From the second to the third.&lt;br /&gt;From the third to the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until she had jumped onto the roof. &lt;br /&gt;There, having choked with air, clinging to the chimney,&lt;br /&gt;she looked down from where she could hear &lt;br /&gt;the crackle of flames which were reaching higher and higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she became motionless and silent. &lt;br /&gt;She kept silent to the end, till the moment &lt;br /&gt;at which she suddenly clenched her eyelids,&lt;br /&gt;stepped to the roof edge and, throwing forward her arms,&lt;br /&gt;she dropped her baby down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two seconds earlier than she herself leapt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The syntactic style of the last sentence serves the purpose of:&lt;br /&gt;1. contrasting to the longer, more verbose style in previous phrases.&lt;br /&gt;2. giving a sense of resolution to the reader.&lt;br /&gt;3. infering that the mother is suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) 1 only&lt;br /&gt;b) 2 only&lt;br /&gt;c) 3 only&lt;br /&gt;d)1 &amp; 2 only&lt;br /&gt;e)1, 2, &amp; 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-6241257396087344894?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/6241257396087344894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghetto-mother-anna-swirsczynska.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6241257396087344894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6241257396087344894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghetto-mother-anna-swirsczynska.html' title='The Ghetto: A Mother  Anna Swirsczynska'/><author><name>Emily Hittner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08839334264974289164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1019790993369281604</id><published>2009-04-29T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:16:06.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Does Not Remember</title><content type='html'>She Does Not Remember&lt;br /&gt; by Anna Swir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was an evil stepmother&lt;br /&gt;In her old age she is slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;in an empty hovel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shudders&lt;br /&gt;like a clutch of burnt papers&lt;br /&gt;She does not remember that she was evil&lt;br /&gt;But she knows&lt;br /&gt;That she feels cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is the main purpose of the simile, "She shudders like a clutch of burnt papers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) informs the reader of how cold the weather is&lt;br /&gt;b) implies that she was burned to death as a witch&lt;br /&gt;c) attempts to draw sympathy from the reader&lt;br /&gt;d) draws attention to the old woman's papery skin&lt;br /&gt;e) serves as descriptive imagery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1019790993369281604?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1019790993369281604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-does-not-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1019790993369281604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1019790993369281604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-does-not-remember.html' title='She Does Not Remember'/><author><name>dianec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05371745264233045385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-975912728018973795</id><published>2009-04-28T18:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:37:13.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To His Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;To His Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer day?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;And summer’s lease hath all too shirt a date;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;And often is his cold complexion dimm’d;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;But thy eternal summer chall not fade,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;When in etera; lines to time thou growest:- &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 48.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Shakespeare uses what type of poem to express his love “To His Love”?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;a. ballad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;b. lyric&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;c. sonnet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;d. apostrophe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;e. elegy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-975912728018973795?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/975912728018973795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-his-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/975912728018973795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/975912728018973795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-his-love.html' title='To His Love'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743527880910330396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1999673165020857169</id><published>2009-04-28T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:36:37.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#2E0805"&gt;Friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;If you are my friend, please answer me this: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;Are we friends, or are we not? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;You told me once, but I forgot. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;So tell me now, and tell me true, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;So I can say I'm here for you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;Of all the friends I've ever met, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;You're the one I won't forget. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;And if I die before you do, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;I'll go to Heaven and wait for you, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;I'll give the angels back their wings &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;And risk the loss of everything. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;There isn't a thing I wouldn't do, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;To have a friend just like you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;The tone of the poem is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;a. angelic &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;b. cheery&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;c. pure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;d. hopeful &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;e. sorrowful &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1999673165020857169?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1999673165020857169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1999673165020857169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1999673165020857169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743527880910330396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4242022634424979095</id><published>2009-04-28T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:40:02.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony by Erin McCarely</title><content type='html'>You hold your head up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;You say "What kind of blue are you, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Then you ride a pony round and round&lt;br /&gt;It's digging a hole right through, right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stumble down a yellow brick road&lt;br /&gt;Spinning you shoes in the air, the air&lt;br /&gt;Then you hold your breath and count to 9&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that soon somebody will find you, find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;The stars are watching&lt;br /&gt;Just say, just say, just say&lt;br /&gt;What you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;You gotta take it back and do it your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay&lt;br /&gt;La da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da&lt;br /&gt;[X2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 15 miles over the speed&lt;br /&gt;You're going fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;Off to your day dream, oh&lt;br /&gt;On your mark, get set, hurry away&lt;br /&gt;Have a serious talk with your champagne, oh-oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;The stars are watching&lt;br /&gt;Just say, just say, just say&lt;br /&gt;What you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;You gotta take it back and do it your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay&lt;br /&gt;La da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da&lt;br /&gt;[X2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to prove&lt;br /&gt;Within your ruby shoes&lt;br /&gt;You deserve a smile when no regret&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Kickin' off your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;You got the power to believe&lt;br /&gt;And open up and sing&lt;br /&gt;And go and be free and fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;The stars are watching&lt;br /&gt;Just say, just say, just say&lt;br /&gt;What you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;You gotta take it back and do it your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay&lt;br /&gt;La da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Point of view is this?&lt;br /&gt;a. First Person&lt;br /&gt;b. Second Person&lt;br /&gt;c. Third Person limited&lt;br /&gt;d. Third Person omniscient&lt;br /&gt;e. None of the above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-4242022634424979095?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/4242022634424979095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/pony-by-erin-mccarely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4242022634424979095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4242022634424979095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/pony-by-erin-mccarely.html' title='Pony by Erin McCarely'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12276042397657285631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1760326301161225993</id><published>2009-04-28T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:45:38.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song Requiem - Trading Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Emily will find a better place to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;She belongs to fairy tales that I could never be&lt;br /&gt;The future haunts with memories that I could never have&lt;br /&gt;And hope is just a stranger wondering how it got so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die each time you look away&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my life will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;This love will take my everything&lt;br /&gt;One breath, one touch will be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be the final straw that brings me back to earth&lt;br /&gt;Ever-waiting airports full of the love that you deserve&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could find a way to wash away the past&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will break, but at least the pain will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die each time you look away&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my life will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;This love will take my everything&lt;br /&gt;One breath, one touch will be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily will find a better place to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she will save me in the oceans of her dream&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday love&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday love&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The line “hope is just a stranger wondering how it got so bad” is an example of:&lt;br /&gt;A. Simile&lt;br /&gt;B. Irony&lt;br /&gt;C. Juxtaposition&lt;br /&gt;D. Personification&lt;br /&gt;E. All of the above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1760326301161225993?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1760326301161225993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-song-requiem-trading-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1760326301161225993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1760326301161225993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-song-requiem-trading-yesterday.html' title='Love Song Requiem - Trading Yesterday'/><author><name>YosrEl2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-2988382786407160883</id><published>2009-04-27T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:32:27.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot: The Burial of the Dead</title><content type='html'>I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is the cruellest month, breeding&lt;br /&gt;Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing&lt;br /&gt;Memory and desire, stirring&lt;br /&gt;Dull roots with spring rain.&lt;br /&gt;Winter kept us warm, covering&lt;br /&gt;Earth in forgetful snow, feeding&lt;br /&gt;A little life with dried tubers.&lt;br /&gt;Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee&lt;br /&gt;With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,&lt;br /&gt;And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,    &lt;br /&gt;And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.&lt;br /&gt;And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,&lt;br /&gt;And I was frightened. He said, Marie,&lt;br /&gt;Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.&lt;br /&gt;In the mountains, there you feel free.&lt;br /&gt;I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow&lt;br /&gt;Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,                                  &lt;br /&gt;You cannot say, or guess, for you know only&lt;br /&gt;A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,&lt;br /&gt;And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,&lt;br /&gt;And the dry stone no sound of water. Only&lt;br /&gt;There is shadow under this red rock,&lt;br /&gt;(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),&lt;br /&gt;And I will show you something different from either&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow at morning striding behind you&lt;br /&gt;Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;&lt;br /&gt;I will show you fear in a handful of dust.                              &lt;br /&gt;        Frisch weht der Wind&lt;br /&gt;        Der Heimat zu&lt;br /&gt;        Mein Irisch Kind,&lt;br /&gt;        Wo weilest du?&lt;br /&gt;"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;&lt;br /&gt;"They called me the hyacinth girl."&lt;br /&gt;––Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,&lt;br /&gt;Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not&lt;br /&gt;Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither&lt;br /&gt;Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,                                    &lt;br /&gt;Looking into the heart of light, the silence.&lt;br /&gt;Oed' und leer das Meer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad cold, nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,&lt;br /&gt;With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,&lt;br /&gt;Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,&lt;br /&gt;(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)&lt;br /&gt;Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,&lt;br /&gt;The lady of situations.                                                &lt;br /&gt;Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,&lt;br /&gt;And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,&lt;br /&gt;Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,&lt;br /&gt;Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find&lt;br /&gt;The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.&lt;br /&gt;I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,&lt;br /&gt;Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:&lt;br /&gt;One must be so careful these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Unreal City,                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,&lt;br /&gt;A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,&lt;br /&gt;I had not thought death had undone so many.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,&lt;br /&gt;And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.&lt;br /&gt;Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,&lt;br /&gt;To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours&lt;br /&gt;With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.&lt;br /&gt;There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying "Stetson!&lt;br /&gt;"You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!                           &lt;br /&gt;"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,&lt;br /&gt;"Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?&lt;br /&gt;"Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,&lt;br /&gt;"Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!&lt;br /&gt;"You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The first six lines of the poem are marked by&lt;br /&gt;A. Anaphora&lt;br /&gt;B. Alliteration&lt;br /&gt;C. Chiasmus&lt;br /&gt;D. Epistrophe&lt;br /&gt;E. Enjambment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-2988382786407160883?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/2988382786407160883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/waste-land-by-ts-eliot-burial-of-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/2988382786407160883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/2988382786407160883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/waste-land-by-ts-eliot-burial-of-dead.html' title='The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot: The Burial of the Dead'/><author><name>Amanda B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043537400234132870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-5657339792379502787</id><published>2009-04-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:42:00.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS GREG BRODIE, NOT MADISON LIGORI-TUCCI</title><content type='html'>Memory, W.B. Yeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One had a lovely face,&lt;br /&gt;And two or three had charm,&lt;br /&gt;But charm and face were in vain &lt;br /&gt;Because the mountain grass&lt;br /&gt;Cannot but keep the form&lt;br /&gt;Where the mountain hare has lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first two lines "One has a lovely face, And two or three had charm" uses numbers to performs to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) create choppy syntax and polysyndeton, bringing focus to the relevance of the lines&lt;br /&gt;2) Diminish the the meaning of "charm" and "face" &lt;br /&gt;3) Introduce the numerical motif&lt;br /&gt;4) Suggest "the mountain hare" leaving its form in the grass, is more relevant. &lt;br /&gt;5)Introduce a satirical tone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-5657339792379502787?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/5657339792379502787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-greg-brodie-not-madison-ligori.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5657339792379502787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5657339792379502787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-greg-brodie-not-madison-ligori.html' title='THIS IS GREG BRODIE, NOT MADISON LIGORI-TUCCI'/><author><name>Greg Brodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07409897451384532569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-5727730439979849342</id><published>2009-04-27T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:12:33.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughters - John Mayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Daughters lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a girl&lt;br /&gt;She puts the color inside of my world&lt;br /&gt;But she's just like a maze&lt;br /&gt;Where all of the walls all continually change&lt;br /&gt;And I've done all I can&lt;br /&gt;To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's got nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you see that skin?&lt;br /&gt;It's the same she's been standing in&lt;br /&gt;Since the day she saw him walking away&lt;br /&gt;Now she's left&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up the mess he made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, you can break&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out how much they can take&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;br /&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;br /&gt;But boys would be gone without the warmth from&lt;br /&gt;A womans good, good heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of every man&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for every girl&lt;br /&gt;You are the god and the weight of her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too &lt;i&gt;[x3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She puts the color inside of my world, but she's just like a maze, where all of the walls all continually change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which of the following rhetorical devices were used in this passage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A. Alliteration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. Simile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C. Polysyndeton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D. Just  A and C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.  None of the Above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-5727730439979849342?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/5727730439979849342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/daughters-john-mayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5727730439979849342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5727730439979849342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/daughters-john-mayer.html' title='Daughters - John Mayer'/><author><name>Philly Bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06470299264287009938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-8721944453937729446</id><published>2009-04-27T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:32:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low, by Arda Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not happiness, but something else; waiting &lt;br /&gt;for the light to change; a bakery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a lake. It emerges from darkness into the next day surrounded by pines. &lt;br /&gt;There's a couple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a living room. The upholstery is yellow and the furniture is walnut. &lt;br /&gt;They used to lie down on the carpet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;between the sofa and the coffee table, after the guests had left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cups and saucers were still.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their memories of everything that occurred took place &lt;br /&gt;with the other's face as a backdrop and sometimes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the air was grainy like a movie about evening, and sometimes there was an ending &lt;br /&gt;in the air that looked like a scene from a different beginning,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in which they are walking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It took place alongside a scene in which one of them looks up at a brown rooftop&lt;br /&gt;early in March. The ground hadn't softened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One walked in front of the other breathing. &lt;br /&gt;The other saw a small house as they passed and breathed. The &lt;br /&gt;     reflections in the windows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;made them hear the sounds on the hill: a crow, a dog, and branches—&lt;br /&gt;and they bent into the hour that started just then, like bending to &lt;br /&gt;     walk under branches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The above poem employs all of the following devices EXCEPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A. Personification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. Simile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C. Juxtaposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D. Anaphora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E. Antithesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-8721944453937729446?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/8721944453937729446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/low-by-arda-collins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8721944453937729446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8721944453937729446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/low-by-arda-collins.html' title='Low, by Arda Collins'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550905181920440495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1349815765266773658</id><published>2009-04-27T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:00:48.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ride" by Cary Brothers</title><content type='html'>You are everything I wanted&lt;br /&gt;The scars of all I’ll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you you were right&lt;br /&gt;Would you take my hand tonight?&lt;br /&gt;If I told you the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;Would you leave your life and ride?&lt;br /&gt;And ride…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw all my pieces broken&lt;br /&gt;This darkness that I could never show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you you were right&lt;br /&gt;Would you take my hand tonight?&lt;br /&gt;If I told you the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;Would you leave your life and ride?&lt;br /&gt;And ride…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ride" video..... its such a good song. just listen to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3kALKf9oUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The antecedent of "darkness" is used to show how...&lt;br /&gt;A) there is no sun&lt;br /&gt;B) everyone is happy around him&lt;br /&gt;C) he can open up to her about anything&lt;br /&gt;D) he needs to turn on a lamp&lt;br /&gt;E) he is lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1349815765266773658?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1349815765266773658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/ride-by-cary-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1349815765266773658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1349815765266773658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/ride-by-cary-brothers.html' title='&quot;Ride&quot; by Cary Brothers'/><author><name>Arianna Brynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11485072960668812278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-5639420142525345</id><published>2009-04-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:35:14.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra Villano</title><content type='html'>Same Script Different Cast&lt;br /&gt;By Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a retake of my life&lt;br /&gt;I was his star for many nights&lt;br /&gt;But now the roles have changed&lt;br /&gt;and you're the leading lady in his life&lt;br /&gt;Lights, camera, now you're on&lt;br /&gt;just remember you've been warned&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it now, cause it won't last&lt;br /&gt;Same script different cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technique used to describe the woman's situation here is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Personification&lt;br /&gt;B) Analogy&lt;br /&gt;C) Chiasmus&lt;br /&gt;D) Simile&lt;br /&gt;E) Hyperbole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-5639420142525345?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/5639420142525345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/alexandra-villano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5639420142525345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5639420142525345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/alexandra-villano.html' title='Alexandra Villano'/><author><name>Alex2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288448502082047906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-5301842392450901487</id><published>2009-04-23T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:37:22.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewel - - What's Simple Is True</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jewel - What's Simple Is True&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn to me with frozen lips&lt;br /&gt;your hands are icy cold&lt;br /&gt;your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky&lt;br /&gt;you never seemed more lovely than you do tonight&lt;br /&gt;pale on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;like leaves frozen in the snow&lt;br /&gt;our two shadows merge inseparably&lt;br /&gt;will time stand still if it's pierced with cold?&lt;br /&gt;the more i live&lt;br /&gt;the more i know&lt;br /&gt;what's simple is true&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;there's a warmth in my heart&lt;br /&gt;it haunts me when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;mend me to your side and never let go&lt;br /&gt;say 'time knows nothing, we'll never grow cold'&lt;br /&gt;the more i live&lt;br /&gt;the more i know&lt;br /&gt;what's simple is true&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;twilight descends on our silhouette&lt;br /&gt;how soon spring comes&lt;br /&gt;how soon spring forgets&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold time, say it'll never begin&lt;br /&gt;old man winter be our friend&lt;br /&gt;old man winter be our friend&lt;br /&gt;'cause the more i live&lt;br /&gt;the more i know&lt;br /&gt;what's simple is true&lt;br /&gt;what's simple is true&lt;br /&gt;i love&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the following best describes the function of the repeated refrences to time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)To show that the speaker is looking back on her life&lt;br /&gt;B)To show how the speaker feels overwhelmed by time passing her by&lt;br /&gt;C)To show that the speaker wants to communicate her desire to have her love last forever&lt;br /&gt;D)To show that the speaker does not want to die&lt;br /&gt;E)To show the complexity of the emotion in the song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-5301842392450901487?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/5301842392450901487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/jewel-whats-simple-is-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5301842392450901487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5301842392450901487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/jewel-whats-simple-is-true.html' title='Jewel - - What&apos;s Simple Is True'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798988915313250987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1053018737869494260</id><published>2009-04-23T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:17:32.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sworn Path</title><content type='html'>Sworn Path&lt;br /&gt;By: Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my shaft.&lt;br /&gt;This my soul.&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my shaft.&lt;br /&gt;My life crafted by you.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want of me?&lt;br /&gt;My faith in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nock is my guide.&lt;br /&gt;It controls my path.&lt;br /&gt;It is my stabilizer; it is my prison.&lt;br /&gt;Fletching joins the fight.&lt;br /&gt;Two parts holding me down.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head, my weapon.&lt;br /&gt;My identity it would seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith has been sealed.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already been released.&lt;br /&gt;Approaching the target.&lt;br /&gt;I feel meaning.  Freedom overtakes.&lt;br /&gt;My greatest moment, my worst tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;The target approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals reached. &lt;br /&gt;Mine or yours?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve penetrated thou you call an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Death is but Faith’s game.&lt;br /&gt;Murder is but Society’s game.&lt;br /&gt;I am society.&lt;br /&gt;Murder in me.&lt;br /&gt;Murder through me.&lt;br /&gt;Murder is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the comparison of the speaker to an arrow convey?&lt;br /&gt;A) His desire to kill&lt;br /&gt;B) The effect of society on his identity&lt;br /&gt;C) His struggle to discover purpose&lt;br /&gt;D) The connection of the speaker to his ancestry&lt;br /&gt;E) Symbol for the speaker constructing his future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1053018737869494260?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1053018737869494260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/sworn-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1053018737869494260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1053018737869494260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/sworn-path.html' title='Sworn Path'/><author><name>RiccardoPu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02044921592635252233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-8645421261229774137</id><published>2009-04-23T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:23:34.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relient K - Be My Escape</title><content type='html'>I’ve given up on giving up slowly,&lt;br /&gt;I’m blending in so You won’t even know me&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this whole world that shares my fate&lt;br /&gt;This one last bullet you mention&lt;br /&gt;Is my one last shot at redemption&lt;br /&gt;Because I know to live you must give your life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though, there’s no way in knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where to go, promise I’m going because&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;And I’m begging You, I’m begging You,&lt;br /&gt;I’m begging You to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving up on doing this alone now&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how&lt;br /&gt;He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there&lt;br /&gt;And this life sentence that I’m serving&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I’m every bit deserving&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though, there’s no way in knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where to go, promise I’m going because&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;And I’m begging You, I’m begging You,&lt;br /&gt;I’m begging You to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hostage to my own humanity&lt;br /&gt;Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made&lt;br /&gt;And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though, there’s no way in knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where to go, promise I’m going because&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta get outta here&lt;br /&gt;And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought You for so long&lt;br /&gt;I should have let You in&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we regret those things we do&lt;br /&gt;And all I was trying to do was save my own skin&lt;br /&gt;But so were You&lt;br /&gt;So were You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the meaning of the word "complacency" in the fourth stanza?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a. ignorance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b. a false sense of self-satisfaction/contentment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c. indifference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d. friendly civility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e. none of the above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-8645421261229774137?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/8645421261229774137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/relient-k-be-my-escape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8645421261229774137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8645421261229774137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/relient-k-be-my-escape.html' title='Relient K - Be My Escape'/><author><name>amanda skop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151521468857571356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4097954416086998545</id><published>2009-04-22T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:02:36.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Woolf Mult Choice</title><content type='html'>The lines "Your wife?" "No. Yours." "Oh! Mine." Use which device to create tension?&lt;br /&gt;A. Synecdoche&lt;br /&gt;B. Precision&lt;br /&gt;C. Assonance&lt;br /&gt;D. Ambiguous Diction&lt;br /&gt;E. Imagery&lt;br /&gt;- D. In the absence of an antecedent, the diction lacks definite meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your sympathy disarms me..your… your compassion makes me weep! Large, salty, unscientific tears!" Which literary technique helps create George’s sarcastic tone?&lt;br /&gt;A. Apostrophe&lt;br /&gt;B. Asyndeton&lt;br /&gt;C. Alliteration&lt;br /&gt;D. Parallel Structure&lt;br /&gt;E. Ellipsis&lt;br /&gt;- B. The Asyndeton creates a sarcastic tone by demeaning Nick’s profession and using verbal irony (because he’s not sad at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a hysterical pregnancy. She blew up, then she went down." Nick’s description of Honey’s pregnancy can best be described as a..&lt;br /&gt;A. Euphemism&lt;br /&gt;B. Pun&lt;br /&gt;C. Red Herring&lt;br /&gt;D. Exposition&lt;br /&gt;E. Aphorism&lt;br /&gt;- A. Nick uses a euphemism to avoid the reality of what happened. His polite description is a way to describe something unpleasant in an easy manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repetition of George’s story used to narrate his life, create a novel, and kill his son, serves to…&lt;br /&gt;A. distract Nick from the truth about their son&lt;br /&gt;B. make Martha feel guilty about her incessant degrading of George’s character&lt;br /&gt;C. explain George’s pain through the constant deaths of people close to him&lt;br /&gt;D. show how George and Martha have turned their reality into a fictional existence through the use of stories&lt;br /&gt;E. detach George from the reality of his life&lt;br /&gt;- D. George and Martha have created an illusion as a coping device for their inadequacies and have developed a detachment from reality and are constantly lying in order to keep up their façade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repetition of the word "alone" when George and Martha discuss their son serves to..&lt;br /&gt;A. show how much they miss him&lt;br /&gt;B. express their discontent with each other&lt;br /&gt;C. foreshadow that he does no exist&lt;br /&gt;D. expose Martha’s want for more children&lt;br /&gt;E. discuss how much they enjoy his absence&lt;br /&gt;- C. Repetition creates emphasis on the emptiness that they feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You take the trouble to construct a civilization… to … to build a society, based on the principles of… of principle… you endeavor to make communicable sense out of the natural order, morality out of the unnatural disorder of man’s mind…" –George. As used in line 1, the words ‘civilization’ and ‘society’ can best be understood to be a representation of…&lt;br /&gt;A. The home that George and Martha made&lt;br /&gt;B. George and Martha’s constructed lie&lt;br /&gt;C. The hierarchy of the History department&lt;br /&gt;D. The hierarchy of the Biology department&lt;br /&gt;E. The ‘new society’ that George believes that people like Nick are creating through technology&lt;br /&gt;-B. Through parallelism it can be implied that George is actually talking about the nature of his life and the faults he has encountered along the way and the coping mechanisms he’s had to come up with in order to deal with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-4097954416086998545?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/4097954416086998545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/virginia-woolf-mult-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4097954416086998545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4097954416086998545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/virginia-woolf-mult-choice.html' title='Virginia Woolf Mult Choice'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798988915313250987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-6107070170440090624</id><published>2009-04-22T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:45:25.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things are Meant to Be</title><content type='html'>Beth:&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we're riding on a kite. Let's imagine we're flying through the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo:&lt;br /&gt;We'll ascend until we're out of sight. Light as paper, we'll soar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth:&lt;br /&gt;Let's be wild, up high above the sand, feel the wind, the world at our command.&lt;br /&gt;Let's enjoy the view, and never land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo:&lt;br /&gt;Floating far from the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth:&lt;br /&gt;Some things are meant to be, the clouds moving fast and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo:&lt;br /&gt;The sun on a silver sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;A sky that's bright and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth:&lt;br /&gt;And some things will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo:&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of our magic ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth:&lt;br /&gt;The love that I feel inside for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo:&lt;br /&gt;We'll climb high beyond the break of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth:&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on stardust, and dine on bits of moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo:&lt;br /&gt;You and I will find the Milky Way. We'll be mad, and explore.&lt;br /&gt;We'll recline a loft upon the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Dart about sail on wit with ease.&lt;br /&gt;Pass the days doing only as we please, that's what living is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth:&lt;br /&gt;We'll be mad, and explore. We'll recline a loft upon the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Dart about sail on wit with ease.&lt;br /&gt;Pass the days doing only as we please, that's what living is for.&lt;br /&gt;Some things are meant to be, the tide turning endlessly,&lt;br /&gt;the way it takes hold of me, no matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;and some things will never die, the promise of who you are,&lt;br /&gt;the memories when I am far from you.&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I've lived for loving you; let me go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What literary device is most commonly used throughout this song?&lt;br /&gt;A)Alliteration&lt;br /&gt;B)Repetition&lt;br /&gt;C)Imagery&lt;br /&gt;D)Characteriztion&lt;br /&gt;E)Anaphora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-6107070170440090624?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/6107070170440090624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-things-are-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6107070170440090624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6107070170440090624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-things-are-meant-to-be.html' title='Some Things are Meant to Be'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03685412889550833099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1751268546457432156</id><published>2009-04-21T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:38:08.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohemian Rhapsody   Queen</title><content type='html'>Is this the real life-&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy-&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a landslide-&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality-&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look up to the skies and see-&lt;br /&gt;Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-&lt;br /&gt;Because Im easy come,easy go,&lt;br /&gt;A little high,little low,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama,just killed a man,&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun against his head,&lt;br /&gt;Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,&lt;br /&gt;Mama,life had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-&lt;br /&gt;Mama ooo,&lt;br /&gt;Didnt mean to make you cry-&lt;br /&gt;If Im not back again this time tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late,my time has come,&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine-&lt;br /&gt;Bodys aching all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-&lt;br /&gt;Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to die,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man,&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-&lt;br /&gt;Galileo,galileo,&lt;br /&gt;Galileo galileo&lt;br /&gt;Galileo figaro-magnifico-&lt;br /&gt;But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-&lt;br /&gt;Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity-&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go-let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go let me go&lt;br /&gt;No,no,no,no,no,no,no-&lt;br /&gt;Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can love me and leave me to die-&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way the wind blows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage is marked by all of the following except:&lt;br /&gt;a) allusion&lt;br /&gt;b) anaphora&lt;br /&gt;c) asyndeton&lt;br /&gt;d) alliteration&lt;br /&gt;e) synecdoche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1751268546457432156?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1751268546457432156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/bohemian-rhapsody-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1751268546457432156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1751268546457432156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/bohemian-rhapsody-queen.html' title='Bohemian Rhapsody   Queen'/><author><name>Emily Hittner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08839334264974289164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-622251029395007950</id><published>2009-04-21T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:38:27.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Greatest Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is sixty.  She live&lt;br /&gt;the greatest love of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,&lt;br /&gt;her hair streams in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Her dear one says:&lt;br /&gt;"You have hair like pearls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her children say:&lt;br /&gt;"Old fool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anna Swir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What literary device best conveys the meaning of this poem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) anaphora&lt;br /&gt;b) point of view&lt;br /&gt;c) imagery&lt;br /&gt;d) juxtaposition&lt;br /&gt;e) simile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-622251029395007950?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/622251029395007950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/greatest-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/622251029395007950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/622251029395007950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/greatest-love.html' title='The Greatest Love'/><author><name>dianec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05371745264233045385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4639052158185513081</id><published>2009-04-21T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:49:53.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fine Frenzy "You Picked Me"</title><content type='html'>"You Picked Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three &lt;br /&gt;Counting out the signs we see&lt;br /&gt;The tall buildings &lt;br /&gt;Fading in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Only dots on a map&lt;br /&gt;Four, five, six &lt;br /&gt;The two of us a perfect fit &lt;br /&gt;You're all mine, all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say&lt;br /&gt;Is you blow me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple on a tree &lt;br /&gt;Hiding out behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me&lt;br /&gt;Like a shell upon a beach &lt;br /&gt;Just another pretty piece&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So softly &lt;br /&gt;Rain against the windows &lt;br /&gt;And the strong coffee &lt;br /&gt;Warming up my fingers &lt;br /&gt;In this fisherman's house&lt;br /&gt;You got me&lt;br /&gt;Searched the sand &lt;br /&gt;And climbed the tree &lt;br /&gt;And brought me back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say&lt;br /&gt;Is you blow me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple on a tree &lt;br /&gt;Hiding out behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me&lt;br /&gt;Like a shell upon a beach &lt;br /&gt;Just another pretty piece&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What literary devices does the author use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Similie&lt;br /&gt;b. Repetition&lt;br /&gt;c. Alliteration&lt;br /&gt;d. Metaphor&lt;br /&gt;e. All of the above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-4639052158185513081?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/4639052158185513081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/fine-frenzy-you-picked-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4639052158185513081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4639052158185513081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/fine-frenzy-you-picked-me.html' title='A Fine Frenzy &quot;You Picked Me&quot;'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12276042397657285631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-5137079171876892441</id><published>2009-04-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:09:11.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incubus- Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>Wish You Were Here lyrics&lt;br /&gt;I dig my toes into the sand. &lt;br /&gt;The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. &lt;br /&gt;I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless and in this moment I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here &lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here &lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here &lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my head onto the sand. &lt;br /&gt;The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm counting u.f.o.’s. &lt;br /&gt;I signal them with my lighter &lt;br /&gt;and in this moment I am happy, happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should hold with care, but my hands are busy in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist most clearly demonstrates his attitude through which line?&lt;br /&gt;A. “I lean against the wind”&lt;br /&gt;B. “I wish you were here”&lt;br /&gt;C. “I signal them with my lighter”&lt;br /&gt;D. “and I am not strapped in”&lt;br /&gt;E. “but my hands are busy in the air”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-5137079171876892441?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/5137079171876892441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/incubus-wish-you-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5137079171876892441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5137079171876892441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/incubus-wish-you-were-here.html' title='Incubus- Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973598096757066998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-3879096738303610717</id><published>2009-04-21T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:47:20.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs and Memories - Jason Reeves</title><content type='html'>I keep your picture by my bed&lt;br /&gt;For when I'm feeling sad and I don't know why I would be&lt;br /&gt;The way your smile looks so real&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I could start to understand your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna know where else you'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I have photographs and memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the times when you weren't on my mind and I was alone&lt;br /&gt;And I have poetry and drawings&lt;br /&gt;Of my life when you weren't on my side&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know just what is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing moments on the wall&lt;br /&gt;The different color keeps my mind away from missing you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Slip into my dreams where we can dance upon the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I'll be as patient as a boy in love could ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I wasn't real until you were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I have photographs and memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the times when you weren't on my mind and I was alone&lt;br /&gt;And I have poetry and drawings&lt;br /&gt;Of my life when you weren't on my side&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know just what is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you back&lt;br /&gt;I need you back&lt;br /&gt;I need you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your smile&lt;br /&gt;I need your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I need you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every line on your face&lt;br /&gt;Makes a beautiful maze for my eyes to trace&lt;br /&gt;Every line on your face&lt;br /&gt;Makes a beautiful maze for my eyes to trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I have photographs and memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the times when you weren't on my mind and I was alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tone of this passage can be best described as... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. Baffled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C. Rude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D. Upset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E. Ironic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-3879096738303610717?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/3879096738303610717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/photographs-and-memories-jason-reeves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/3879096738303610717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/3879096738303610717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/photographs-and-memories-jason-reeves.html' title='Photographs and Memories - Jason Reeves'/><author><name>YosrEl2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-3677706826073811186</id><published>2009-04-21T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:38:45.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcolepsy- Third Eye Blind</title><content type='html'>I'm on a train,&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one at the helm&lt;br /&gt;And there's a demon in my brain&lt;br /&gt;That starts to overwhelm,&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes,&lt;br /&gt;My last chance for peace,&lt;br /&gt;I lay me down,&lt;br /&gt;But I get no release,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep awake,&lt;br /&gt;I try to swim beneath,&lt;br /&gt;But still I find this narcolepsy slide&lt;br /&gt;Into another nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a demon in my head&lt;br /&gt;Who starts to play,&lt;br /&gt;A nightmare tape loop of what went wrong yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;And I hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;'Till it's more than I can take,&lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes; I dream that I'm awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep awake&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep awake&lt;br /&gt;But still I find this Narcolepsy slides&lt;br /&gt;Into another nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read dead Russian authors&lt;br /&gt;Volumes at a time&lt;br /&gt;I write everything down&lt;br /&gt;Except what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause my greatest fear&lt;br /&gt;Is that sucking sound&lt;br /&gt;And then I know I'll never get back out&lt;br /&gt;And there's a bone in my hand that connects to a drink&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded room where the glasses clink&lt;br /&gt;And I'll buy you a beer and we'll drink it deep&lt;br /&gt;Because that keeps me from falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd you like to be alone and drowning&lt;br /&gt;How'd you like to be alone and drowning&lt;br /&gt;How'd you like to be alone and drowning&lt;br /&gt;Still I find this narcolepsy slide slide slides&lt;br /&gt;Into another night mare&lt;br /&gt;Keep awake&lt;br /&gt;Keep awake&lt;br /&gt;Keep awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaVs21uV5-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Speaker says "And there's a demon in my brain, That starts to overwhelm" the use of the word "demon" most accuratly describes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) a tiny red guy with horns&lt;br /&gt;B) the narcolepsy&lt;br /&gt;C) himself&lt;br /&gt;D) realization of a situation&lt;br /&gt;E) an idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-3677706826073811186?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/3677706826073811186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-7888641443934315453</id><published>2009-04-20T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:32:01.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've Just Seen a Face", The Beatles</title><content type='html'>I've just seen a face,&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the time or place&lt;br /&gt;Where we just met&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had it been another day&lt;br /&gt;I might have looked the other way&lt;br /&gt;And I'd have never been aware&lt;br /&gt;But as it is I'll dream of her&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, da-da-da-da-da-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never known&lt;br /&gt;The like of this, I've been alone&lt;br /&gt;And I have missed things&lt;br /&gt;And kept out of sight&lt;br /&gt;But other girls were never quite&lt;br /&gt;Like this, da-da-da-da-da-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen a face,&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the time or place&lt;br /&gt;Where we just met&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-da-da-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When the speaker says "I've just seen a face", the word "face" is metonymy for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a girl&lt;br /&gt;b) society&lt;br /&gt;c) a boy&lt;br /&gt;d) the speaker&lt;br /&gt;e) a face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-7888641443934315453?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/7888641443934315453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-just-seen-face-beatles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7888641443934315453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7888641443934315453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-just-seen-face-beatles.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve Just Seen a Face&quot;, The Beatles'/><author><name>Greg Brodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07409897451384532569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-227545197761669669</id><published>2009-04-20T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:25:39.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet Hill-Coldplay</title><content type='html'>Was a long and dark December&lt;br /&gt;From the rooftops I remember&lt;br /&gt;There was snow, white snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I remember&lt;br /&gt;From the windows they were watching&lt;br /&gt;While we froze, down below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the future's architectured&lt;br /&gt;By a carnival of idiots on show, you'd better lie low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me, won't you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a long and dark December&lt;br /&gt;When the banks became cathedrals&lt;br /&gt;And the fog, became God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priests clutched onto bibles&lt;br /&gt;Hollowed out to fit their rifles, and the cross was held aloft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury me in armor&lt;br /&gt;When I'm dead and hit the ground, a love back home unfolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me, won't you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Who the captain of some sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;Would stow, far below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you love me, won't you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my love down to Violet Hill&lt;br /&gt;There we sat in the snow&lt;br /&gt;All that time she was silent still, so if you love me won't you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;If you love me, won't you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song employs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. Allegory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II. Euphony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III. Verisimilitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A) I. only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) III. only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C) I. and III.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D) II. and III.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E) I., II., and III.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Video-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBeAP8EZ9Lc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBeAP8EZ9Lc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-227545197761669669?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/227545197761669669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/violet-hill-coldplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/227545197761669669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/227545197761669669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/violet-hill-coldplay.html' title='Violet Hill-Coldplay'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550905181920440495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1599477386855057655</id><published>2009-04-20T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:10:49.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here - by Rascal Flatts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saXYgBRas9Y&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=DC8049107952AB2D&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;here's a place I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;That took me in and out of buildings&lt;br /&gt;Behind windows, walls and doors&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I found it&lt;br /&gt;Couple times, even settled down&lt;br /&gt;And I'd hang around just long enough&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back out&lt;br /&gt;I know now the place that I was trying to&lt;br /&gt;Reach&lt;br /&gt;Was you, right here in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk right back through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Back to every broken heart&lt;br /&gt;On the day that it was breakin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'd relive all the years&lt;br /&gt;And be thankful for the tears&lt;br /&gt;I've cried with every stumbled step&lt;br /&gt;That led to you and got me here, right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what I let my heart go through&lt;br /&gt;To get me where it got me&lt;br /&gt;In this moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;And it passed me by&lt;br /&gt;God knows how many times&lt;br /&gt;I was so caught up in holding&lt;br /&gt;What I never thought I'd find&lt;br /&gt;I know now, there's a million roads&lt;br /&gt;I had to take&lt;br /&gt;To get me in your arms that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a love I never thought I'd get to get to&lt;br /&gt;-here&lt;br /&gt;And if that's the road&lt;br /&gt;God made me take to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd relive all the years&lt;br /&gt;And be thankful for all the tears&lt;br /&gt;I've cried with every stumbled step&lt;br /&gt;That led to you and got me here, right here&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby-Ooo&lt;br /&gt;Oh, got me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which of the following best sums up the meaning of the song?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;A. He regrets all of his life decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;B. He never found the love of his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;C. He is content with his current place in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;D. He lost someone he loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;E. None of the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1599477386855057655?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1599477386855057655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-by-rascal-flatts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1599477386855057655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1599477386855057655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-by-rascal-flatts.html' title='Here - by Rascal Flatts'/><author><name>Philly Bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06470299264287009938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-6721628765947966549</id><published>2009-04-19T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:08:36.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer - In Repair</title><content type='html'>Too many shadows in my room&lt;br /&gt;too many hours in this midnight&lt;br /&gt;too many corners in my mind&lt;br /&gt;so much to do to set my heart right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh its taking to long&lt;br /&gt;i could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;i could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume, it's still unsteady&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood on the corner for awhile&lt;br /&gt;To wait for the wind to blow down on me&lt;br /&gt;Hope that it takes with it my old ways&lt;br /&gt;And brings a brand new life upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh its taking to long&lt;br /&gt;i could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;i could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume, it's still unsteady&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm walking in the park&lt;br /&gt;all of the birds they dance below me&lt;br /&gt;maybe when things turn green again&lt;br /&gt;it will be good to say you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh its taking to long&lt;br /&gt;i could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;i could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume, it's still unready&lt;br /&gt;never really ready&lt;br /&gt;I'm never really ready&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair&lt;br /&gt;Im not together&lt;br /&gt;but im getting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair&lt;br /&gt;Im not together&lt;br /&gt;but im getting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair&lt;br /&gt;Im not together&lt;br /&gt;but im getting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair&lt;br /&gt;Im not together&lt;br /&gt;but im getting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of which literary device in the first three lines emphasizes the speaker's current emotional status :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)assonance&lt;br /&gt;b)imagery&lt;br /&gt;c)anaphora&lt;br /&gt;d)inversion&lt;br /&gt;e)tone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-6721628765947966549?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/6721628765947966549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-mayer-in-repair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6721628765947966549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6721628765947966549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-mayer-in-repair.html' title='John Mayer - In Repair'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798988915313250987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-657772805123777047</id><published>2009-04-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:46:26.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band of Skulls: I Know what I am</title><content type='html'>High ho, triple sow cow,&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling like I'm tired of the flow&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I am,&lt;br /&gt;They know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasoline, saccharine&lt;br /&gt;I got no reason for the state I'm in,&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I am,&lt;br /&gt;They know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Taco Bell,&lt;br /&gt;I got the hit that you know damn well,&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I am,&lt;br /&gt;They know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut, tease,&lt;br /&gt;Better believe,&lt;br /&gt;I got the feeling that I'm underneath,&lt;br /&gt;But "I know what I am"&lt;br /&gt;They know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s alright, its okay,&lt;br /&gt;I got the time, but the time don’t pay&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright it’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip flop no stop,&lt;br /&gt;I got the wit that my enemies lack,&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I am,&lt;br /&gt;They know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick some, just begun,&lt;br /&gt;Giving you more when you only want one,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know what I am,&lt;br /&gt;They know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, sweat,&lt;br /&gt;Got debt,&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking in the locker cause you don’t know yet,&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I am,&lt;br /&gt;They know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ship shape, ticker tape,&lt;br /&gt;Looks to me like a narrow escape,&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I am,&lt;br /&gt;They know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s alright, its okay,&lt;br /&gt;I got the time, but the time don’t pay&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright it’s okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am,&lt;br /&gt;They know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So let me be&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the two devices is most prevalent in the song?&lt;br /&gt;A) Polysydeton and juxtaposition&lt;br /&gt;B) Consonance and repetition&lt;br /&gt;C) Metaphor and alliteration&lt;br /&gt;D) Hyperbole and onomatopoeia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-657772805123777047?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/657772805123777047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/band-of-skulls-i-know-what-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/657772805123777047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/657772805123777047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/band-of-skulls-i-know-what-i-am.html' title='Band of Skulls: I Know what I am'/><author><name>seanle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02143627200161536745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-7161966335657741330</id><published>2009-04-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:17:00.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Away, Carole King</title><content type='html'>So far away&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore&lt;br /&gt;It would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help to know you're just time away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago I reached for you and there you stood &lt;br /&gt;Holding you again could only do me good&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I could &lt;br /&gt;But you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more song about moving along the highway&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much of anything that's new&lt;br /&gt;If I could only work this life out my way &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather spend it being close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore&lt;br /&gt;It would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help to know you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to do but close my mind&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope the road don't come to own me&lt;br /&gt;There's so many dreams I've yet to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're so far away &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore&lt;br /&gt;It would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help to know you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of figurative language is used through the line "You're just time away,"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.) Simile&lt;br /&gt;B.) Metaphor&lt;br /&gt;C.) Imagery&lt;br /&gt;D.)Oxymoron&lt;br /&gt;E.) All of the Above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-7161966335657741330?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/7161966335657741330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7161966335657741330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7161966335657741330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-far-away.html' title='So Far Away, Carole King'/><author><name>samanthaso2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15350431668165574973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-164233242341132196</id><published>2009-04-17T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:41:50.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Existentialism on Prom Night</title><content type='html'>When the sun came up,&lt;br /&gt;We were sleeping in,&lt;br /&gt;Sunk inside our blankets,&lt;br /&gt;Sprawled across the bed,&lt;br /&gt;And we were dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when,&lt;br /&gt;When I know it and&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves around us,&lt;br /&gt;And we're keeping it,&lt;br /&gt;Keep it all going,&lt;br /&gt;This delicate balance,&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable all knowing,&lt;br /&gt;Sing like you think no one's listening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would kill for this,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;You would, kill for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing like you think no one's listening,&lt;br /&gt;You would kill for this,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;You would, you would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing me something soft,&lt;br /&gt;Sad and delicate,&lt;br /&gt;Or loud and out of key,&lt;br /&gt;Sing me anything,&lt;br /&gt;we're glad for what we've got,&lt;br /&gt;Done with what we've lost&lt;br /&gt;Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing like you think no one's listening,&lt;br /&gt;You would kill for this,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;You would,&lt;br /&gt;Sing like you think no one's listening,&lt;br /&gt;You would kill for this,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;You would, you would....&lt;br /&gt;Sing me something soft,&lt;br /&gt;Sad and delicate,&lt;br /&gt;Or loud and out of key,&lt;br /&gt;Sing me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines, "You would kill for this, Just a little bit, Just a little bit, You would kill for this" is an example of:&lt;br /&gt;a)repetition&lt;br /&gt;b)anecdote&lt;br /&gt;c)parallelism&lt;br /&gt;d)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chiasmus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-164233242341132196?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/164233242341132196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/existentialism-on-prom-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/164233242341132196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/164233242341132196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/existentialism-on-prom-night.html' title='Existentialism on Prom Night'/><author><name>kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07874286941531754191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-2423341022152693093</id><published>2009-04-16T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:00:00.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Noiseless Patient Spider By Walt Whitman</title><content type='html'>A noiseless patient spider,&lt;br /&gt;I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,&lt;br /&gt;Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,&lt;br /&gt;It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,&lt;br /&gt;Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you O my soul where you stand,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,&lt;br /&gt;Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,&lt;br /&gt;Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold,&lt;br /&gt;Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitman utilizes all of the following literary techniques except...&lt;br /&gt;a)metaphor&lt;br /&gt;b)asyndeton&lt;br /&gt;c)alliteration&lt;br /&gt;d)litotes &lt;br /&gt;e)repetition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-2423341022152693093?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/2423341022152693093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/noiseless-patient-spider-by-walt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/2423341022152693093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/2423341022152693093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/noiseless-patient-spider-by-walt.html' title='A Noiseless Patient Spider By Walt Whitman'/><author><name>Emily Hittner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08839334264974289164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1443820499411110677</id><published>2009-04-16T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:44:24.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riccardo Purita Vienna</title><content type='html'>Vienna&lt;br /&gt;Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down you crazy child&lt;br /&gt;You're so ambitious for a juvenile&lt;br /&gt;But then if you're so smart tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Are you still so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?&lt;br /&gt;You better cool it off before you burn it out&lt;br /&gt;You got so much to do and only&lt;br /&gt;So many hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know that when the truth is told&lt;br /&gt;That you can get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Or you can just get old&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize...Vienna waits for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down you're doing fine&lt;br /&gt;You can't be everything you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Before your time&lt;br /&gt;Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight (tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Too bad but it's the life you lead&lt;br /&gt;You're so ahead of yourself&lt;br /&gt;That you forgot what you need&lt;br /&gt;Though you can see when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't always see when you're right(you're right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your passion you got your pride&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Dream on but don't imagine they'll all come true&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize&lt;br /&gt;Vienna waits for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down you crazy child&lt;br /&gt;Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while&lt;br /&gt;It's alright you can afford to lose a day or two&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize...&lt;br /&gt;Vienna waits for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that when the truth is told&lt;br /&gt;That you can get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Or you can just get old&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you realize...Vienna waits for you&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize...Vienna waits for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does "Vienna" represent in the song?&lt;br /&gt;A) symbol of a goal&lt;br /&gt;B) microcosm for the world&lt;br /&gt;C) metaphor for the remainder of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;D) intended audience's family waiting&lt;br /&gt;E) confusion and truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1443820499411110677?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-6487683230286778945</id><published>2009-04-16T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:42:46.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THS IS MADISON LIGUORI-TUCCI</title><content type='html'>"Taylor" by Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Taylor was a good girl&lt;br /&gt;never one to be late&lt;br /&gt;complain express ideas in her brain&lt;br /&gt;Working on the night shift&lt;br /&gt;passin out the tickets&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna have to pay her&lt;br /&gt;if you want to park here.&lt;br /&gt;Well mommy's little dancer's&lt;br /&gt;quite a little secret&lt;br /&gt;working on the streets now&lt;br /&gt;never gonna keep it.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite an imposition&lt;br /&gt;And now she's only wishin'&lt;br /&gt;That she would have listened&lt;br /&gt;To the words they said.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and she'll pretend that&lt;br /&gt;well she's somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;so far and clear&lt;br /&gt;about 2,000 miles from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window&lt;br /&gt;And Sunny Silhouette won't let him in&lt;br /&gt;and poor old Pete's got nothin 'cause he's been fallin'&lt;br /&gt;but somehow Sunny knows just where he's been&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that singin' on a Sunday's gonna save his soul&lt;br /&gt;but now that Saturday's gone&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way&lt;br /&gt;but I can see, that his break lights are on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and he'll pretend that&lt;br /&gt;well he's somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;so far and clear&lt;br /&gt;about 2,000 miles from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a tough enchilada&lt;br /&gt;filled up with nada&lt;br /&gt;givin' what you gotta give to get a dollar bill&lt;br /&gt;she used to be a limber chick&lt;br /&gt;time's a been tickin'&lt;br /&gt;now she's finger licking to the man&lt;br /&gt;with the money in his pocket&lt;br /&gt;flying in his rocket&lt;br /&gt;only stoppin by on his way to a better world&lt;br /&gt;if Taylor finds a better world&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's gonna run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What literary device is used in the 3rd stanza of the song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)Hyperbole&lt;br /&gt;b)Onomatopoeia&lt;br /&gt;c)Simile&lt;br /&gt;d)Alliteration&lt;br /&gt;e)None of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS MUSIC VIDEO IS REALLY FUNNY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0H600EnZEg &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-6487683230286778945?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1790702624737147844</id><published>2009-04-16T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:57:21.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softwoods, by Jody Gladding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;We utter nothing &lt;br /&gt;true high &lt;br /&gt;among the needled &lt;br /&gt;fictions we create &lt;br /&gt;so many opportunities &lt;br /&gt;for truth &lt;br /&gt;as it happens &lt;br /&gt;continually &lt;br /&gt;not only up here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but also under growth &lt;br /&gt;where we sink &lt;br /&gt;down in bogs &lt;br /&gt;filled &lt;br /&gt;with resolve &lt;br /&gt;nothing we utter &lt;br /&gt;is true &lt;br /&gt;still &lt;br /&gt;we groan &lt;br /&gt;gape &lt;br /&gt;and push a new &lt;br /&gt;thing out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The phrase "up here" is best understood to mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A. On ground above the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. Up in a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C. On a roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D. Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.  Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Link to poem- &lt;a href="http://poems.com/poem.php?date=14347"&gt;http://poems.com/poem.php?date=14347&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1790702624737147844?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1790702624737147844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/softwoods-by-jody-gladding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1790702624737147844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1790702624737147844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/softwoods-by-jody-gladding.html' title='Softwoods, by Jody Gladding'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550905181920440495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-8436597780704740421</id><published>2009-04-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:45:27.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARMINA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O Fortuna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Fortuna&lt;br /&gt;velut luna&lt;br /&gt;statu variabilis,&lt;br /&gt;semper crescis&lt;br /&gt;aut decrescis;&lt;br /&gt;vita detestabilis&lt;br /&gt;nunc obdurat&lt;br /&gt;et tunc curat&lt;br /&gt;ludo mentis aciem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;egestatem,&lt;br /&gt;potestatem&lt;br /&gt;dissolvit ut glaciem.&lt;br /&gt;Sors immanis&lt;br /&gt;et inanis,&lt;br /&gt;rota tu volubilis,&lt;br /&gt;status malus,&lt;br /&gt;vana salus&lt;br /&gt;semper dissolubilis,&lt;br /&gt;obumbrata&lt;br /&gt;et velata&lt;br /&gt;michi quoque niteris;&lt;br /&gt;nunc per ludum&lt;br /&gt;dorsum nudum&lt;br /&gt;fero tui sceleris.&lt;br /&gt;Sors salutis&lt;br /&gt;et virtutis&lt;br /&gt;michi nunc contraria,&lt;br /&gt;est affectus&lt;br /&gt;et defectus&lt;br /&gt;semper in angaria.&lt;br /&gt;Hac in hora&lt;br /&gt;sine mora&lt;br /&gt;corde pulsum tangite;&lt;br /&gt;quod per sortem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sternit fortem,&lt;br /&gt;mecum omnes plangite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Fortune,&lt;br /&gt;like the moon&lt;br /&gt;you are changeable,&lt;br /&gt;ever waxing&lt;br /&gt;and waning;&lt;br /&gt;hateful life&lt;br /&gt;first oppresses&lt;br /&gt;and then soothes&lt;br /&gt;as fancy takes it;&lt;br /&gt;poverty&lt;br /&gt;and power&lt;br /&gt;it melts them like ice.&lt;br /&gt;Fate - monstrous&lt;br /&gt;and empty,&lt;br /&gt;you whirling wheel,&lt;br /&gt;you are malevolent,&lt;br /&gt;well-being is vain&lt;br /&gt;and always fades to nothing,&lt;br /&gt;shadowed&lt;br /&gt;and veiled&lt;br /&gt;you plague me too;&lt;br /&gt;now through the game&lt;br /&gt;I bring my bare back&lt;br /&gt;to your villainy.&lt;br /&gt;Fate is against me&lt;br /&gt;in health&lt;br /&gt;and virtue,&lt;br /&gt;driven on&lt;br /&gt;and weighted down,&lt;br /&gt;always enslaved.&lt;br /&gt;So at this hour&lt;br /&gt;without delay&lt;br /&gt;pluck the vibrating strings;&lt;br /&gt;since Fate&lt;br /&gt;strikes down the strong man,&lt;br /&gt;everyone weep with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZJD9aPeYTU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZJD9aPeYTU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The classical allusions used in this passage help to highlight what fact about the speaker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a. He is pleased with his good fortune.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b. He is afraid of Fate's montrous qualities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c. He is feeling self-pity and anger at his misfortune.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d. He is spiritual and seeks guidance from Fortune and Fate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e. He horrified and tearful because he saw Fate physically attack men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-8436597780704740421?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/8436597780704740421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/carmina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8436597780704740421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8436597780704740421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/carmina.html' title='CARMINA!'/><author><name>amanda skop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151521468857571356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-25099357612094795</id><published>2009-04-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:27:11.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut That City- The Mars Volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;neonecropopulace has no reflection &lt;br /&gt;neocaeczaristic phallic ruins &lt;br /&gt;just east of the river denial the techs are breathing &lt;br /&gt;welcome to this neotokyo &lt;br /&gt;gridlocks will warn the chromlech alarms &lt;br /&gt;bouquet of cuticles &lt;br /&gt;landscape tantrums &lt;br /&gt;tramontane torching the tramontane &lt;br /&gt;i've heard the mumbling of citadels shifting on this richter scale &lt;br /&gt;the alleys will flow marble intercourse &lt;br /&gt;roil the pantheon... of subterfuge &lt;br /&gt;tramontane torching the tramontane &lt;br /&gt;this marabout isn't untouchable &lt;br /&gt;indentured by servitude &lt;br /&gt;neoinfidels - let's plug them in &lt;br /&gt;neopolygraphic, trip chords &lt;br /&gt;centrocircuiphobia the fallacy &lt;br /&gt;welcome to neotokyo &lt;br /&gt;tore the wings off seraphin, fed them to the anglophiles &lt;br /&gt;in this stag caberat the bark of buildings surged, through the whipping volt abode &lt;br /&gt;go to the lexicon you sluggard, if you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;The line "tramontane torching the tramontane" uses which of the following literary devices:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;A) periodic sentence structure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;B) dissonance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;C) loose construction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;D) alliteration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;E) euphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-25099357612094795?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-591207249279047118</id><published>2009-04-15T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:07:02.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"On my Own"- Les Miserables</title><content type='html'>And now I'm all alone again, no where to go no one to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;I did not want you money sir, I came out here cause I was told to,&lt;br /&gt;And now the night is near,&lt;br /&gt;And I can make believe he's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk alone at night&lt;br /&gt;When everybody else is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I think of him and then I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;With the company I'm keeping&lt;br /&gt;The city goes to bed&lt;br /&gt;And I can live inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he's beside me&lt;br /&gt;All alone, I walk with him till morning&lt;br /&gt;Without him&lt;br /&gt;I feel his arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose my way I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And he has found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rain the pavement shines like silver&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are misty in the river&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is him and me for ever and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I'm talking to myself and not to him&lt;br /&gt;And although I know that he is blind&lt;br /&gt;Still I say, there's a way for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But when the night is over&lt;br /&gt;He is gone, the river's just a river&lt;br /&gt;Without him the world around me changes&lt;br /&gt;The trees are bare and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The streets are full of strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But every day I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've only been pretending&lt;br /&gt;Without me his world will go on turning&lt;br /&gt;A world that's full of happiness&lt;br /&gt;That I have never known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But only on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What literary device is used in the 4th verse of the song?&lt;br /&gt;a)simile&lt;br /&gt;b)irony&lt;br /&gt;c)hyperbole&lt;br /&gt;d)alliteration&lt;br /&gt;e)onomatopoeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-591207249279047118?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/591207249279047118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-my-own-les-miserables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/591207249279047118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/591207249279047118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-my-own-les-miserables.html' title='&quot;On my Own&quot;- Les Miserables'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03685412889550833099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4866400842220004499</id><published>2009-04-15T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:05:30.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Headed Boy by Neutral Milk Hotel</title><content type='html'>Two-headed boy&lt;br /&gt;All floating in glass&lt;br /&gt;The sun it has passed&lt;br /&gt;Now it's blacker than black&lt;br /&gt;I can hear as you tap on your jar&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to hear where you are&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to hear where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-headed boy&lt;br /&gt;Put on Sunday shoes&lt;br /&gt;And dance round the room to accordion keys&lt;br /&gt;With the needle that sings in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Catching signals that sound in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Catching signals that sound in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We will take off our clothes&lt;br /&gt;And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine&lt;br /&gt;And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside&lt;br /&gt;Now your eyes ain't moving now&lt;br /&gt;They just lay there in their clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-headed boy&lt;br /&gt;With pulleys and weights&lt;br /&gt;Creating a radio played just for two&lt;br /&gt;In the parlor with a moon across her face&lt;br /&gt;And through the music he sweetly displays&lt;br /&gt;Silver speakers that sparkle all day&lt;br /&gt;Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face&lt;br /&gt;And in the dark we will take off our clothes&lt;br /&gt;And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine&lt;br /&gt;And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside&lt;br /&gt;Now your eyes ain't moving now&lt;br /&gt;They just lay there in their clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-headed boy&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason to grieve&lt;br /&gt;The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow&lt;br /&gt;And I will take you and leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;Watching spirals of white softly flow&lt;br /&gt;Over your eyelids and all you did&lt;br /&gt;Will wait until the point when you let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What literary device unifies the verses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Chiasmus&lt;br /&gt;B. Consonance&lt;br /&gt;C. Onomatopoeia&lt;br /&gt;D. Anaphora&lt;br /&gt;E. Hyperbole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-4866400842220004499?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/4866400842220004499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-headed-boy-by-neutral-milk-hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4866400842220004499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4866400842220004499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-headed-boy-by-neutral-milk-hotel.html' title='Two-Headed Boy by Neutral Milk Hotel'/><author><name>Amanda B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043537400234132870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-5011424266471273254</id><published>2009-04-15T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:46:48.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming with a broken heart - John Mayer</title><content type='html'>when you're dreaming with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;the waking up is the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;you roll outta bed and down on your knees&lt;br /&gt;and for the moment you can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;wondering was she really here?&lt;br /&gt;is she standing in my room?&lt;br /&gt;no she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're dreaming with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;the giving up is the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;she takes you in with your crying eyes&lt;br /&gt;then all at once you have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;wondering could you stay my love?&lt;br /&gt;will you wake up by my side?&lt;br /&gt;no she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooohhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand&lt;br /&gt;do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?&lt;br /&gt;do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?&lt;br /&gt;do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?&lt;br /&gt;baby won't you get them if i did?&lt;br /&gt;no you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're dreaming with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;the waking up is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which literary device is used in the third stanza?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) simile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) imagery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) metaphor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d) repetition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e) none of the above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-5011424266471273254?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/5011424266471273254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreaming-with-broken-heart-john-mayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5011424266471273254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/5011424266471273254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreaming-with-broken-heart-john-mayer.html' title='Dreaming with a broken heart - John Mayer'/><author><name>YosrEl2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4095865713222499578</id><published>2009-04-14T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:04:34.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, W.B. Yeats</title><content type='html'>Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,&lt;br /&gt;Enwrought with golden and silver light,&lt;br /&gt;The blue and the dim and the dark cloths&lt;br /&gt;Of night and light and the half-light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would spread the cloths under your feet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But I, being poor, have only my dreams;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spread my dreams under your feet;&lt;br /&gt;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The line "But I, being poor, have only my dreams;" is an example of:&lt;br /&gt;A) Assonance&lt;br /&gt;B) Sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;c) Metaphor&lt;br /&gt;d) Irony&lt;br /&gt;E) Apostrophe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-4095865713222499578?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/4095865713222499578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-wishes-for-cloths-of-heaven-wb-yeats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4095865713222499578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4095865713222499578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-wishes-for-cloths-of-heaven-wb-yeats.html' title='He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, W.B. Yeats'/><author><name>Greg Brodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07409897451384532569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-8056164376959842864</id><published>2009-04-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:37:05.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutral Milk Hotel-Snow Song Pt.1</title><content type='html'>Cindy smiles in overcoats&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Please stay awhile, like ice cream floatsand dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I will fill your heart with&lt;br /&gt;boats and bells and beans and candy-appled everythings&lt;br /&gt;Bells and beans and candy-appled everythings..."&lt;br /&gt;Cindy skips my trampoline&lt;br /&gt;With toys and horns and bouncing things&lt;br /&gt;And even the most silent must sing a song of love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even the silent they must sing a song of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy girl, she's spinning&lt;br /&gt;Through strings in her curls&lt;br /&gt;And it's only the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Of a trip around the world&lt;br /&gt;Cindy won't you smile&lt;br /&gt;Cindy won't you sleep awhile&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm just a child&lt;br /&gt;Sinking down one hundred million miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;Rain is a perfectly sculpted garden of wetness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In lines 4 and 5, the device used is known as...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)Synechdoche&lt;br /&gt;B)Assonance&lt;br /&gt;C)Polysyndeton&lt;br /&gt;D)Aphorism&lt;br /&gt;E)Antimetabole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-8056164376959842864?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/8056164376959842864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/neutral-milk-hotel-snow-song-pt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8056164376959842864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8056164376959842864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/neutral-milk-hotel-snow-song-pt1.html' title='Neutral Milk Hotel-Snow Song Pt.1'/><author><name>hardknowledge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-3410357623039264694</id><published>2009-04-14T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:17:29.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not over by Carolina Liar</title><content type='html'>What a waste of time, the thought crossed my mind &lt;br /&gt;But I never missed a beat &lt;br /&gt;Can’t explain the who or what I was &lt;br /&gt;Trying to believe&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;I once had a grip on everything &lt;br /&gt;It feels better to let go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I’m not over &lt;br /&gt;I’m not over you just yet&lt;br /&gt;Cannot hide it &lt;br /&gt;You’re not that easy to forget &lt;br /&gt;I’m not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never took the chance, could’ve jump the fence &lt;br /&gt;I was scared of my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t cross the line, it was black and white &lt;br /&gt;No contrast to be seen&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Was it all a joke, never had control &lt;br /&gt;I’m not better on my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I’m not over &lt;br /&gt;I’m not over you just yet&lt;br /&gt;Cannot hide it &lt;br /&gt;You’re not that easy to forget &lt;br /&gt;I’m not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of time &lt;br /&gt;The thought crossed my mind &lt;br /&gt;Can’t explain this thing, or what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I’m not over &lt;br /&gt;I’m not over you just yet&lt;br /&gt;Cannot hide it &lt;br /&gt;You’re not that easy to forget &lt;br /&gt;I’m not over&lt;br /&gt;I’m not over you just yet&lt;br /&gt;Cannot hide it &lt;br /&gt;You’re not that easy to forget &lt;br /&gt;I’m not over&lt;br /&gt;I’m not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone of "Never took the chance, could’ve jump the fence, I was scared of my own two feet,Couldn’t cross the line, it was black and white, No contrast to be seen"&lt;br /&gt;can be described as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Regretful&lt;br /&gt;b. Joyful&lt;br /&gt;c. Content&lt;br /&gt;d. Sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;e. Nervous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-3410357623039264694?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/3410357623039264694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-over-by-carolina-liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/3410357623039264694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/3410357623039264694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-over-by-carolina-liar.html' title='I&apos;m not over by Carolina Liar'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12276042397657285631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4372165898311008187</id><published>2009-04-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:37:03.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Iris"  Goo Goo Dolls</title><content type='html'>And I'd give up forever to touch you &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow &lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment &lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life &lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over &lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming &lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mood does the phrase "when everything feels like the movies..." indicate?&lt;br /&gt;A) Entertained&lt;br /&gt;B) Happy&lt;br /&gt;C) Surreal&lt;br /&gt;D) All of the above&lt;br /&gt;E) None of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHd09ezbU1Q&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-4372165898311008187?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/4372165898311008187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/iris-goo-goo-dolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4372165898311008187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4372165898311008187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/iris-goo-goo-dolls.html' title='&quot;Iris&quot;  Goo Goo Dolls'/><author><name>Arianna Brynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11485072960668812278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-966587095138187998</id><published>2009-04-14T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:43:20.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetfulness</title><content type='html'>Forgetfulness- Billy Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the author is the first to go&lt;br /&gt;followed obediently by the title, the plot,&lt;br /&gt;the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel&lt;br /&gt;which suddenly becomes one you have never read,&lt;br /&gt;never even heard of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor&lt;br /&gt;decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,&lt;br /&gt;to a little fishing village where there are no phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,&lt;br /&gt;and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,&lt;br /&gt;it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,&lt;br /&gt;not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has floated away down a dark mythological river&lt;br /&gt;whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,&lt;br /&gt;well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those&lt;br /&gt;who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you rise in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted&lt;br /&gt;out of a love poem that you used to know by heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Collins personify the intangible things in this poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) It highlights the similarities between memories and real people.&lt;br /&gt;b) It highlights the significance memory holds for the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;c) It allows the reader to relate to these memories.&lt;br /&gt;d) It signals to the reader that these memories represent real people.&lt;br /&gt;e) All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrEPJh14mcU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-966587095138187998?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/966587095138187998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgetfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/966587095138187998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/966587095138187998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgetfulness.html' title='Forgetfulness'/><author><name>dianec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05371745264233045385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-2960314136708774494</id><published>2009-04-14T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:23:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Get Higher -- Matt Nathanson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I miss the rush of your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I miss the still of the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you breathe out and I breathe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i can walk on water if i can tell you whats nex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can make you believe, make you forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And drown me in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faith and desire at the swing of your hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And drown me in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The loudest thing in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I ache to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the violent, sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perfect words that you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i could walk on water, if i could tell you whats next,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;make you believe, make you forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And drown me in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faith and desire at the swing of your hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And drown me in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss the pull of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I taste the sparks on your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see angels and devils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And God, when you come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And drown me in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faith and desire at the swing of your hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And drown me, drown me in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ohhhhhhhh yah, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on, get higher'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause everything works, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything works in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flAvh1o-s5E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flAvh1o-s5E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. "I miss the pull of your heart, I taste the sparks on your tongue, I see angels and devils, And God, when you come on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on . . ." These lines are an example of . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A) &lt;/strong&gt;Repitition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B)&lt;/strong&gt;Juxtaposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C)&lt;/strong&gt; Hyperbole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D)&lt;/strong&gt; Imagery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E)&lt;/strong&gt; All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-2960314136708774494?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4006151827088984339</id><published>2009-04-14T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:00:13.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin Giffuni Tuesday April 14th</title><content type='html'>I don’t enclose…&lt;br /&gt;By Vladimir Shchirovsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t enclose the universe in my grasp.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I grieve or jest,&lt;br /&gt;I am confined in an obscure droplet.&lt;br /&gt;To a different droplet there is no path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author best describes his outlook on life using &lt;br /&gt;A) Microcosm&lt;br /&gt;B) Metaphor&lt;br /&gt;C) Syntax&lt;br /&gt;D) A and B only&lt;br /&gt;E) B and C only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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14th'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973598096757066998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4028379717645458661</id><published>2009-04-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:28:54.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Enough by William Morris</title><content type='html'>Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,&lt;br /&gt;And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,&lt;br /&gt;Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover&lt;br /&gt;The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,&lt;br /&gt;Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,&lt;br /&gt;And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,&lt;br /&gt;Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:&lt;br /&gt;The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter&lt;br /&gt;These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage utilizes all of the following except...&lt;br /&gt;a) Juxtaposition &lt;br /&gt;b) Personification&lt;br /&gt;c) Metonymy&lt;br /&gt;d) Asyndeton &lt;br /&gt;e) Polysyndeton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-4028379717645458661?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/4028379717645458661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-enough-by-william-morris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Kristin Giffuni</title><content type='html'>"Foundations"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orACIBjHuI4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night,&lt;br /&gt;everything's fine,&lt;br /&gt;Except you've got that look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm telling a story&lt;br /&gt;And you find it boring you're thinking of something to say.&lt;br /&gt;You'll go along with and then drop it&lt;br /&gt;And you humiliate me, in front of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll use that voice what you find annoyin'&lt;br /&gt;And say something like&lt;br /&gt;"intelligent input darlin' why don't you just have another beer then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you call me a ^()^% and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,&lt;br /&gt;and I won't give a ___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingertips are holding onto the&lt;br /&gt;cracks in our foundations,&lt;br /&gt;and I know that I should let go,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we fight I know it's not right,&lt;br /&gt;everytime that you're upset and I smile&lt;br /&gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I must eat so many lemons,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I am so bitter.&lt;br /&gt;I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate,&lt;br /&gt;'cause they are much fitter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was childish&lt;br /&gt;and you got aggressive&lt;br /&gt;and I must admit that I was a bit scared,&lt;br /&gt;but it gives me thrills to wind you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face is pasty,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you've gone and got so wasted,&lt;br /&gt;what a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;don't want to look at your face,&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's making me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone and got sick on my trainers,&lt;br /&gt;I only got these yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll leave you there till the mornin',&lt;br /&gt;and I purposely won't turn the heating on&lt;br /&gt;and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;br /&gt;every time that you're upset and I smile.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood of this song is &lt;br /&gt;A) sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;B) melancholy &lt;br /&gt;C) spiteful&lt;br /&gt;D) content &lt;br /&gt;E) joyful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1597357803030920709?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1597357803030920709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/kate-nash-foundations-kristin-giffuni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1597357803030920709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1597357803030920709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/kate-nash-foundations-kristin-giffuni.html' title='Kate Nash- Foundations. Kristin Giffuni'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973598096757066998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-6753306897035347825</id><published>2009-04-05T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:21:59.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin Giffuni</title><content type='html'>Time and Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have seen by Time's hand defaced&lt;br /&gt;The rich proud cost of out-worn buried age;&lt;br /&gt;When sometime lofty towers I see down razed, &lt;br /&gt;And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have seen the hungry ocean gain&lt;br /&gt;Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,&lt;br /&gt;And the firm soil win of the watery main,&lt;br /&gt;Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have seen such and interchange of state,&lt;br /&gt;Or state itself confounded to decay,&lt;br /&gt;Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate-&lt;br /&gt;That time will come and take mt Love away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This thought is as a death, which cannot choose&lt;br /&gt;But weep to have that which it fears to lose.&lt;br /&gt;                             W.Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passage employs all of the following devices EXCEPT:&lt;br /&gt;A. Personification&lt;br /&gt;B. Juxtaposition&lt;br /&gt;C. Chiasmus&lt;br /&gt;D. Smilie&lt;br /&gt;E. All of the Above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-6753306897035347825?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/6753306897035347825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/kristin-giffuni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6753306897035347825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6753306897035347825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/kristin-giffuni.html' title='Kristin Giffuni'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09973598096757066998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1415557782731706451</id><published>2009-04-03T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:20:10.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear- Lily Allen</title><content type='html'>I want to be rich and I want lots of money&lt;br /&gt;I don`t care about clever I don`t care about funny&lt;br /&gt;I want loads of clothes and f***loads of diamonds&lt;br /&gt;I heard people die while they are trying to find them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless&lt;br /&gt;`Cuz everyone knows that`s how you get famous&lt;br /&gt;I`ll look at the sun and I`ll look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I`m on the right track yeah I`m on to a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know what`s right and what`s real anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know how I`m meant to feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;When we think it will all become clear&lt;br /&gt;`Cuz I`m being taken over by The Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life`s about film stars and less about mothers&lt;br /&gt;It`s all about fast cars and passing each other&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn`t matter cause I`m packing plastic&lt;br /&gt;and that`s what makes my life so f***ing fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am a weapon of massive consumption&lt;br /&gt;and its not my fault it`s how I`m program to function&lt;br /&gt;I`ll look at the sun and I`ll look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I`m on the right track yeah I`m on to a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know what`s right and what`s real anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know how I`m meant to feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;When we think it will all become clear&lt;br /&gt;`Cuz I`m being taken over by The Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Forget about guns and forget ammunition&lt;br /&gt;Cause I`m killing them all on my own little mission&lt;br /&gt;Now I`m not a saint but I`m not a sinner&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is cool as long as I`m getting thinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know what`s right and what`s real anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know how I`m meant to feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;When we think it will all become clear&lt;br /&gt;`Cause I`m being taken over by fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone of this song can best be described as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.) Sincere&lt;br /&gt;B.)humorous&lt;br /&gt;C.)hopeful&lt;br /&gt;D.)Sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;E.)vengeful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1415557782731706451?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1415557782731706451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-lily-allen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1415557782731706451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1415557782731706451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-lily-allen.html' title='The Fear- 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remembers&lt;br /&gt;Taking the wrong step, falling in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;This body's already aging.&lt;br /&gt;These nights are all ready long.&lt;br /&gt;And if I last through the winter,&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you now, I won't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, go home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we last through the winter?&lt;br /&gt;Will we make it to see?&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted a partner and I never loved you,&lt;br /&gt;Now you are free to leave.&lt;br /&gt;This heart is already frozen,&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the fall.&lt;br /&gt;And if I last through the winter,&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you now, I won't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, go home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late, it's too late, they won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Follow five footsteps through that open door, open door.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late, it's too late, they won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Follow five footsteps through that open door, open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be buried under the heart&lt;br /&gt;That makes this pace consistent.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it torn, that gate's been opened?&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if you've been real with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late&lt;br /&gt;It's too late, it's too late, they won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Follow five footsteps through that open door, open door.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late, it's too late, they won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Follow five footsteps through that open door, open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's start, stop and go you've been dying for, you've been dying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Which literary device is utilized in the fifth stanza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); font-size: 13px; "&gt;a.Parallelism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); font-size: 13px; "&gt;b.Alliteration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); font-size: 13px; "&gt;c.Irony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); font-size: 13px; "&gt;d.Repetition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-7728501573095066689?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/7728501573095066689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/circa-survive-in-fear-and-faith-can-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7728501573095066689'/><link 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to see&lt;br /&gt;And time is just a melody&lt;br /&gt;All the people in the street&lt;br /&gt;Walk as fast as their feet can take them&lt;br /&gt;I just roll through town&lt;br /&gt;And though my windows got a view&lt;br /&gt;The frame I'm looking through&lt;br /&gt;Seems to have no concern for now&lt;br /&gt;So for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this&lt;br /&gt;Old train to breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Oh please just&lt;br /&gt;Let me please breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This engine screams out loud&lt;br /&gt;Centipede gonna crawl westbound&lt;br /&gt;So I don't even make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's gonna sting me when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;All the people in the street&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never get to meet&lt;br /&gt;If these tracks don't bend somehow&lt;br /&gt;And I got no time&lt;br /&gt;That I got to get to&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't need to be&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this&lt;br /&gt;Old train to breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Oh please just&lt;br /&gt;Let me please breakdown&lt;br /&gt;I need this&lt;br /&gt;Old train to breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Oh please just&lt;br /&gt;Let me please breakdown&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break on down&lt;br /&gt;But I cant stop now&lt;br /&gt;Let me break on down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cant stop nothing&lt;br /&gt;If you got no control&lt;br /&gt;Of the thoughts in your mind&lt;br /&gt;That you kept in, you know&lt;br /&gt;You don't know nothing&lt;br /&gt;But you don't need to know&lt;br /&gt;The wisdoms in the trees&lt;br /&gt;Not the glass windows&lt;br /&gt;You cant stop wishing&lt;br /&gt;If you don't let go&lt;br /&gt;But things that you find&lt;br /&gt;And you lose, and you know&lt;br /&gt;You keep on rolling&lt;br /&gt;Put the moment on hold&lt;br /&gt;The frames too bright&lt;br /&gt;So put the blinds down low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this&lt;br /&gt;Old train to breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Oh please just&lt;br /&gt;Let me please breakdown&lt;br /&gt;I need this&lt;br /&gt;Old train to breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Oh please just&lt;br /&gt;Let me please breakdown&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break on down&lt;br /&gt;But I cant stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone of this song can best be described as:&lt;br /&gt;A) confused&lt;br /&gt;B) disgusted&lt;br /&gt;C) relaxed&lt;br /&gt;D) upset&lt;br /&gt;E) angry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-945839267584589179?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/945839267584589179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-madison-liguori-tucci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/945839267584589179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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endless possibilities of the universe where her full potential will be realized.&lt;br /&gt;I lay on the once lively ground,&lt;br /&gt;watching her pass clouds with grace.&lt;br /&gt;I dare not disturb this process,&lt;br /&gt;for I know she will one day stop for a moment and join in conversation,&lt;br /&gt;for she is an angel.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I am watching her and selfish thoughts enter my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating interrupting for a part of me feels she won’t stop otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Desires to enjoy for her presence,&lt;br /&gt;a presence that few have the opportunity to enjoy much,&lt;br /&gt;so why should I be complaining?&lt;br /&gt;I know in my heart pure love, understanding, caring, selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is no longer in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for her as I always do.&lt;br /&gt;I capture glimpses of her,&lt;br /&gt;at times feeling hope betray me,&lt;br /&gt;at times wishing I knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I stand from my original position, disappointment, understanding my place.&lt;br /&gt;I look down, avoiding the sky’s mocking ways.&lt;br /&gt;There I see, a lily.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful in every way.&lt;br /&gt;Innocence, intelligence embodied her.&lt;br /&gt;She brought life. She brought hope.&lt;br /&gt;A distance sound arose from her petals trying to explain.&lt;br /&gt;If there ever comes a day when I’m not there,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;And so she was.&lt;br /&gt;And I sat once more, smiling…remembering the pleasant memories.&lt;br /&gt;Blocking those negative thoughts for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;For the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggle in the speaker's mind is best conveyed by:&lt;br /&gt;A) Diction&lt;br /&gt;B) Syntax&lt;br /&gt;C) Juxtaposition&lt;br /&gt;D) Symbols&lt;br /&gt;E) Imagery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-9148427742850611381?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/9148427742850611381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Barcelona -- Jewel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barcelona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jewel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona, where the winds all blew&lt;br /&gt;Where the churches don't have windows but the graveyards do&lt;br /&gt;Me and my shadow are wrestling again&lt;br /&gt;But look out, stranger, there's a dark cloud moving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you could hear the voice in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It would tell you I'm afraid I am alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody please&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;Release me&lt;br /&gt;Show me&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Let me loose&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super paranoid&lt;br /&gt;I'm blending, I'm blurring&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding into the scenery&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone else was always so much easier&lt;br /&gt;But I hold myself hostage in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you could hear the voice in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It would tell you I'm tired of feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, won't you please&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, release me&lt;br /&gt;Show me the meaning of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Let me loose&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be held down&lt;br /&gt;I won't be held back&lt;br /&gt;I will lead with my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red light has been following me&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, mother, it's no longer my gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, release me&lt;br /&gt;Show me the meaning of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tone of the first stanza is created through the use of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a)diction&lt;br /&gt;b)imagery&lt;br /&gt;c)juxtaposition&lt;br /&gt;d)simile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Jewel'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01798988915313250987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1900759219265573949</id><published>2009-04-02T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:58:46.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Lopatowski</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I, Too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BY LANGSTON HUGHES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, too, sing America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the darker brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They send me to eat in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When company comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I laugh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And eat well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And grow strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be at the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When company comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody"ll dare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eat in the kitchen,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll see how beautiful I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And be ashamed - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, too, am America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***The tone of the second stanza can best be described as ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A)hopeful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(B)degrading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(C)impatient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(D)amiable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(E)negative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1900759219265573949?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1900759219265573949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/natalie-lopatowski.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1900759219265573949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1900759219265573949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/natalie-lopatowski.html' title='Natalie Lopatowski'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743527880910330396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-8441314837877101303</id><published>2009-04-02T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:40:29.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaf House- Animal Collective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;This house is sad,&lt;br /&gt;Because he's not&lt;br /&gt;Tidy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good dogs go by&lt;br /&gt;When someone comes,&lt;br /&gt;To go gone, gone, gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one, there's no one,&lt;br /&gt;There's no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;There's no one, there's no one,&lt;br /&gt;There's no one, no one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say meow, kitties,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow, kitties&lt;br /&gt;Meow, kitties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;The repitition of "there's no one" is an example of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;A. Stream-of-consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;B. Anaphora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;C. Aphorism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;D. Periodic Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;E. Chiasmus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylrmS6ayKv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylrmS6ayKv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-8441314837877101303?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/8441314837877101303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaf-house-animal-collective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8441314837877101303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8441314837877101303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaf-house-animal-collective.html' title='Leaf House- Animal Collective'/><author><name>PatrickGr8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305367386573559710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-5706843425321192</id><published>2009-04-02T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:44:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Child...Second Child--Ogden Nash</title><content type='html'>FIRST &lt;br /&gt;Be it a girl, or one of the boys, &lt;br /&gt;It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois, &lt;br /&gt;It is red, it is boiled; could the obstetrician &lt;br /&gt;Have possibly been a lobstertrician? &lt;br /&gt;His degrees and credentials were hunky-dory, &lt;br /&gt;But how's for an infantile inventory? &lt;br /&gt;Here's the prodigy, here's the miracle! &lt;br /&gt;Whether its head is oval or spherical, &lt;br /&gt;You rejoice to find it has only one, &lt;br /&gt;Having dreaded a two-headed daughter or son; &lt;br /&gt;Here's the phenomenon all complete, &lt;br /&gt;It's got two hands, it's got two feet, &lt;br /&gt;Only natural, but pleasing, because &lt;br /&gt;For months you have dreamed of flippers or claws. &lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it is fully equipped: &lt;br /&gt;Fingers and toes with nails are tipped; &lt;br /&gt;It's even got eyes, and a mouth clear cut; &lt;br /&gt;When the mouth comes open the eyes go shut, &lt;br /&gt;When the eyes go shut, the breath is loosed &lt;br /&gt;And the presence of lungs can be deduced. &lt;br /&gt;Let the rockets flash and the cannon thunder, &lt;br /&gt;This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder. &lt;br /&gt;A staggering child, a child astounding, &lt;br /&gt;Dazzling, diaperless, dumbfounding, &lt;br /&gt;Stupendous, miraculous, unsurpassed, &lt;br /&gt;A child to stagger and flabbergast, &lt;br /&gt;Bright as a button, sharp as a thorn, &lt;br /&gt;And the only perfect one ever born.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SECOND&lt;br /&gt;Arrived this evening at half-past nine. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody is doing fine. &lt;br /&gt;Is it a boy, or quite the reverse? &lt;br /&gt;You can call in the morning and ask the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This poem employs all of the following devices to create humor EXCEPT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a. shift in tone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b. asyndeton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c. simile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d. polysyndeton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e. alliteration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-5706843425321192?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-3390154297435381944</id><published>2009-04-01T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:56:21.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Give Love a Bad Name</title><content type='html'>An angels smile is what you sell&lt;br /&gt;You promise me heaven, then put me through hell&lt;br /&gt;Chains of love got a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;When passions a prison, you cant break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;Theres nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;No one can save me&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Shot through the heart&lt;br /&gt;And youre to blame&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;I play my part and you play your game&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint your smile on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Blood red nails on your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;A school boys dream, you act so shy&lt;br /&gt;Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;Theres nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;No one can save me&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tone of this song can best be described as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A) angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B) delicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C) frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D) confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E) upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-3390154297435381944?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-293667889055729723</id><published>2009-04-01T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:34:26.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe</title><content type='html'>Take this kiss upon the brow!&lt;br /&gt;And, in parting from you now,&lt;br /&gt;Thus much let me avow--&lt;br /&gt;You are not wrong, who deem&lt;br /&gt;That my days have been a dream;&lt;br /&gt;Yet if hope has flown away&lt;br /&gt;In a night, or in a day,&lt;br /&gt;In a vision, or in none,&lt;br /&gt;Is it therefore the less gone?&lt;br /&gt;All that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;Is but a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand amid the roar&lt;br /&gt;Of a surf-tormented shore,&lt;br /&gt;And I hold within my hand&lt;br /&gt;Grains of the golden sand--&lt;br /&gt;How few! yet how they creep&lt;br /&gt;Through my fingers to the deep,&lt;br /&gt;While I weep--while I weep!&lt;br /&gt;O God! can I not grasp&lt;br /&gt;Them with a tighter clasp?&lt;br /&gt;O God! can I not save&lt;br /&gt;One from the pitiless wave?&lt;br /&gt;Is all that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;But a dream within a dream? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage is marked by all of the following except...&lt;br /&gt;a) Parallel Structure&lt;br /&gt;b) Imagery &lt;br /&gt;c) Apostrophe&lt;br /&gt;d) Alliteration&lt;br /&gt;e) Polysyndeton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-293667889055729723?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/293667889055729723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-6690538505579064261</id><published>2009-04-01T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:43:03.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Houses by Vanessa Carlton</title><content type='html'>Crashed on the floor when I moved in&lt;br /&gt;This little bungalow with some strange new friends&lt;br /&gt;Stay up too late, and I'm too thin&lt;br /&gt;We promise each other it's 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now we're spinning empty bottles&lt;br /&gt;It's the five of us&lt;br /&gt;With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist the day&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't resist the day&lt;br /&gt;Jenny screams out and it's no pose&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when she dances she goes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Beer through the nose on an inside joke&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so excited,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken&lt;br /&gt;And she's so pretty, and she's so sure&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her&lt;br /&gt;Summer's all in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Summer is ending soon&lt;br /&gt;It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone&lt;br /&gt;But I hold on to your secrets in white houses&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a little bit over my head&lt;br /&gt;I come undone at the things he said&lt;br /&gt;And he's so funny in his bright red shirt&lt;br /&gt;We were all in love and we all got hurt&lt;br /&gt;I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat&lt;br /&gt;The smell of gasoline in the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;Boy, we're going way too fast&lt;br /&gt;It's all too sweet to last&lt;br /&gt;It's alrightAnd I put myself in his hands&lt;br /&gt;But I hold on to your secrets in white houses&lt;br /&gt;Love, or something ignites in my veins&lt;br /&gt;And I pray it never fades in white houses&lt;br /&gt;My first time, hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain&lt;br /&gt;On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think&lt;br /&gt;He's my first mistake&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were all faster than me&lt;br /&gt;We gave each other up so easily&lt;br /&gt;These silly little wounds will never mend&lt;br /&gt;I feel so far from where I've been&lt;br /&gt;So I go, and I will not be back here again&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses&lt;br /&gt;I lied, wrote my injuries all in the dust&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is the five of us&lt;br /&gt;In white houses&lt;br /&gt;And you, maybe you'll remember me&lt;br /&gt;What I gave is yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;In white houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this passage, "white houses" is a metaphor for her:&lt;br /&gt;a)virginity&lt;br /&gt;b)hometown&lt;br /&gt;c)social class&lt;br /&gt;d)occupation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-6690538505579064261?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-3157030183730639438</id><published>2009-04-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:53:43.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven- Led Zeppelin</title><content type='html'>There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed&lt;br /&gt;With a word she can get what she came for.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.&lt;br /&gt;In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit is crying for leaving.&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,&lt;br /&gt;And the voices of those who standing looking.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it really makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune&lt;br /&gt;Then the piper will lead us to reason.&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will dawn for those who stand long&lt;br /&gt;And the forests will echo with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a spring clean for the May queen.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to change the road you're on.&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;The piper's calling you to join him,&lt;br /&gt;Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know&lt;br /&gt;Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we wind on down the road&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows taller than our soul.&lt;br /&gt;There walks a lady we all know&lt;br /&gt;Who shines white light and wants to show&lt;br /&gt;How everything still turns to gold.&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen very hard&lt;br /&gt;The tune will come to you at last.&lt;br /&gt;When all are one and one is all&lt;br /&gt;To be a rock and not to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line "stairway to heaven" is an example of &lt;br /&gt;a) simile&lt;br /&gt;b) chiasmus&lt;br /&gt;c) extended metaphor&lt;br /&gt;d) juxtaposition&lt;br /&gt;e) diction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-3157030183730639438?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-7068238600571833827</id><published>2009-03-31T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:47:26.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Boats and Birds" by Gregory and the Hawk</title><content type='html'>If you be my star &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sky &lt;br /&gt;you can hide underneath me and come out at night &lt;br /&gt;when I turn jet black and you show off your light &lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine &lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can skyrocket away from me &lt;br /&gt;and never come back if you find another galaxy &lt;br /&gt;far from here with more room to fly &lt;br /&gt;just leave me your stardust to remember you by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you be my boat &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sea &lt;br /&gt;a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity &lt;br /&gt;ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze &lt;br /&gt;I live to make you free &lt;br /&gt;I live to make you free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can set sail to the west if you want to &lt;br /&gt;and past the horizon till I can't even see you &lt;br /&gt;far from here where the beaches are wide &lt;br /&gt;just leave me your wake to remember you by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you be my star &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sky &lt;br /&gt;you can hide underneath me and come out at night &lt;br /&gt;when I turn jet black and you show off your light &lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine &lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can skyrocket away from me &lt;br /&gt;and never come back if you find another galaxy &lt;br /&gt;far from here with more room to fly &lt;br /&gt;just leave me your stardust to remember you by &lt;br /&gt;stardust to remember you by... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which literary device most accurately describes the meaning of the song?&lt;br /&gt;A) Imagery&lt;br /&gt;B) Metaphor&lt;br /&gt;C) Repetition&lt;br /&gt;D) Diction&lt;br /&gt;E) Mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Boats and Birds” by Gregory and the Hawk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz5H3iVjAlw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-7068238600571833827?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/7068238600571833827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/boats-and-birds-by-gregory-and-hawk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7068238600571833827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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minds&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing me to see you go after all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie&lt;br /&gt;It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to be without you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted this, never want to see you hurt&lt;br /&gt;Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know this ain't easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone of this passage is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Hopeful&lt;br /&gt;B. Sorrowful&lt;br /&gt;C. Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;D. Venomous&lt;br /&gt;E. Nervous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-855597972575545922?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/855597972575545922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathe-by-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/855597972575545922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/855597972575545922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathe-by-taylor-swift.html' title='Breathe by Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12276042397657285631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-9039921479831263369</id><published>2009-03-31T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:45:08.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Run - 1997</title><content type='html'>I grew up on the run.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that you can say&lt;br /&gt;I am my father's son.&lt;br /&gt;I’m haunted every day&lt;br /&gt;by the choices I have made,&lt;br /&gt;and that's something&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say to just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my best years on the road.&lt;br /&gt;done my share of rambling,&lt;br /&gt;think I’ll head back to my home.&lt;br /&gt;But no where ever seems&lt;br /&gt;like it's the only place for me.&lt;br /&gt;so as much as I don't want to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you gotta hurt&lt;br /&gt;to feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you gotta run&lt;br /&gt;to make your problems go away.&lt;br /&gt;no one ever taught me&lt;br /&gt;what I really need to know.&lt;br /&gt;like how to love some one,&lt;br /&gt;and let em' go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let em' go, let em' go&lt;br /&gt;how can you really love someone,&lt;br /&gt;and let em' go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tone of this passage can be described as…&lt;br /&gt;A. Poignant&lt;br /&gt;B. Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;C. Impassive&lt;br /&gt;D. Spiritual&lt;br /&gt;E. Symbolic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-9039921479831263369?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/9039921479831263369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-run-1997.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/9039921479831263369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/9039921479831263369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-run-1997.html' title='On the Run - 1997'/><author><name>YosrEl2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-3788073475441973415</id><published>2009-03-31T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:10:30.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days- Billy Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by Billy Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some days I put the people in their places at the table,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bend their legs at the knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they come with that feature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All afternoon they face one another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man in the brown suit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman in the blue dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But other days, I am the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is lifted up by the ribs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sit with the others at the long table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Very funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how would you like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you never knew from one day to the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were going to spend it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;striding around like a vivid god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your shoulders in the clouds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring straight ahead with your little plastic face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Tahoma;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 13px; font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;pre  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What literary device best expresses the speaker's view on life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a) descriptive imagery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;b) cheery diction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;c) hyperbole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;d) extended metaphor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e) angry tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sweet video!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaBeaQHdrGo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaBeaQHdrGo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-3788073475441973415?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/3788073475441973415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-days-billy-collins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/3788073475441973415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/3788073475441973415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-days-billy-collins.html' title='Some Days- Billy Collins'/><author><name>dianec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05371745264233045385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-813194286992158442</id><published>2009-03-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:58:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassino- Platano</title><content type='html'>I've got these hands and Ive got some oxygen...&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Brandy tricks and treats the knees and I fell for it&lt;br /&gt;Somehow they say this doll will sway and swing&lt;br /&gt;between the universe and me&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend our days fast and grey&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to drink the sea.&lt;br /&gt;We're so stout and double faced&lt;br /&gt;Becoming prophets everyday with a gospel&lt;br /&gt;Of how we grooved and all the breath that it removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rebellion is over&lt;br /&gt;The colors are much bolder&lt;br /&gt;And the emperor's new clothes sag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best, I'll make it fit&lt;br /&gt;But the more it grinds the worse it gets&lt;br /&gt;I watch it shake my hold of it&lt;br /&gt;The more it runs the more tired I get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all of space, the earth and how it tastes&lt;br /&gt;I never loved it anyways&lt;br /&gt;We fought the rain with the heaviest chains&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to drown or float away&lt;br /&gt;Everything you could have been&lt;br /&gt;Has been rebuilt with gauze and tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I want is just to get on,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never get off, never move on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a single cell to pawn&lt;br /&gt;To the tricks the devil trips us on&lt;br /&gt;We arm this room and get left in empty tombs&lt;br /&gt;As the invisible break through&lt;br /&gt;Screaming I know how to make this easier&lt;br /&gt;I can make it easier&lt;br /&gt;I can make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line &lt;strong&gt;"What I want is just to get on, never get off, never move on"&lt;/strong&gt; is an example of:&lt;br /&gt;a) Aphorism&lt;br /&gt;b) Asyndeton&lt;br /&gt;c) Chiasmus&lt;br /&gt;d) Polysyndeton&lt;br /&gt;e) Assonance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-813194286992158442?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/813194286992158442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/cassino-platano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/813194286992158442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/813194286992158442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/cassino-platano.html' title='Cassino- Platano'/><author><name>hardknowledge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-1714228674250798110</id><published>2009-03-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:07:27.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe, Say Anything</title><content type='html'>All the words in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out&lt;br /&gt;banded together to form a makeshift militia&lt;br /&gt;and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I stood proud in the gallery&lt;br /&gt;With my open socket of a mouth for them to see.&lt;br /&gt;They all just laughed and said&lt;br /&gt;"That boy, he, that boy's got woe. Woe.&lt;br /&gt;He lives with woe. Woe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this girl who I met&lt;br /&gt;Whose pride makes her hard to forget,&lt;br /&gt;She took pity on me horizontally&lt;br /&gt;But most likely because of my band.(hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I can get when I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;And these visions of death seem to own me&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet of the classrooms&lt;br /&gt;All across the stacked United States of Woe. Woe.&lt;br /&gt;We live with woe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "I can't get laid in this town&lt;br /&gt;Without these pointy fucking shoes.&lt;br /&gt;My feet are so black and blue and so are you."&lt;br /&gt;Please take me out of my body&lt;br /&gt;Up through the palm trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To smell California in sweet hypocrisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating my senses surround my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm forging ahead&lt;br /&gt;Past all the plutocrats who sold me out.&lt;br /&gt;Go sob in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;If life is twice as pretty once your dead&lt;br /&gt;Then send me a card.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the optimist though it is hard&lt;br /&gt;When all you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Is in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;(A dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Phrases "To smell California in sweet hypocrisy" and "I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn" are examples of...&lt;br /&gt;a) Chiasmis&lt;br /&gt;b) Extended Metaphor&lt;br /&gt;c) Motif&lt;br /&gt;d) Synesthesia&lt;br /&gt;e) Surrealism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-1714228674250798110?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/1714228674250798110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/woe-say-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1714228674250798110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/1714228674250798110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/woe-say-anything.html' title='Woe, Say Anything'/><author><name>Greg Brodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07409897451384532569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-8886430931511323938</id><published>2009-03-30T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:48:15.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Military Wives by the Decemberists</title><content type='html'>Sixteen military wives&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-two softly focused, brightly colored eyes &lt;br /&gt;Staring at the natural tan&lt;br /&gt;Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen company men&lt;br /&gt;Out of which only twelve will make it back again.&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant sends a letter to five&lt;br /&gt;Military wives whose tears drip down through ten little eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer them on to their rivals!&lt;br /&gt;Cause America can, and America can't say no&lt;br /&gt;And America does, if America says it's so&lt;br /&gt;It's so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the anchorperson on TV goes...&lt;br /&gt;La de da de da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen celebrity minds&lt;br /&gt;Leading their fifteen sordid wretched checkered lives.&lt;br /&gt;Will they find the solution in time&lt;br /&gt;Using their fifteen pristine moderate liberal minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen academy chairs&lt;br /&gt;Out of which only seven really even care&lt;br /&gt;Doling out the garland to five&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity minds, they're humbly taken by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer them on to their rivals!&lt;br /&gt;Cause America can, and America can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;And America does, if America says it's so&lt;br /&gt;It's so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the anchorperson on TV goes...&lt;br /&gt;La de da de da de-dadedade-da&lt;br /&gt;La de da de da de-dadedade-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen cannibal kings&lt;br /&gt;Wondering blithely what the dinner bell will bring,&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen celebrity minds&lt;br /&gt;Served on a leafy bed of sixteen military wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer them on to their rivals!&lt;br /&gt;Cause America can, and America can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;And America does, if America says it's so&lt;br /&gt;It's so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the anchorperson on TV goes...&lt;br /&gt;La de da de da de-dadedade-da&lt;br /&gt;La de da de da de-dadedade-da&lt;br /&gt;La de da de da de-dadedade-da-dedadeda-de de dadede-daaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The speaker's attitude toward America is most conveyed through the use of&lt;br /&gt;A. Repetition &lt;br /&gt;B. Anaphora&lt;br /&gt;C. Rhyme&lt;br /&gt;D. Assonance&lt;br /&gt;E. Rhetorical questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Mbhd4LGR-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Mbhd4LGR-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-8886430931511323938?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/8886430931511323938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/sixteen-military-wives-by-decemberists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8886430931511323938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/8886430931511323938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/sixteen-military-wives-by-decemberists.html' title='Sixteen Military Wives by the Decemberists'/><author><name>Amanda B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14043537400234132870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-7447255412658371403</id><published>2009-03-30T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:00:26.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veins, by Charlotte Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know you know&lt;br /&gt;Let the life come back and force through my veins&lt;br /&gt;It goes, it goes&lt;br /&gt;Through the protons, neutrons securing the frame&lt;br /&gt;Say yes say no&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of me forcing the praise&lt;br /&gt;Put on the new&lt;br /&gt;Woman, man, and child who are breaking the braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catacombs&lt;br /&gt;And revolving doors inside of my brain&lt;br /&gt;Preachers and whores&lt;br /&gt;And the neon pulpits burst into flames&lt;br /&gt;I come from both&lt;br /&gt;Sides of me and either side of their tracks&lt;br /&gt;Humbling my ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Letting life that floods my veins bring me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unshackling of the chains on my wrists&lt;br /&gt;And the loyalty to pain that resists&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest books are talking about this&lt;br /&gt;Why must everybody die to exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my love&lt;br /&gt;Seeking passages and food for your soul&lt;br /&gt;On 95&lt;br /&gt;Look ahead cause they're not filling that hole yet&lt;br /&gt;Come lay your hands&lt;br /&gt;Over mine and it will make us both brave&lt;br /&gt;Braver to know&lt;br /&gt;Let the light, the life force back in our veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unshackling of the chains on my wrists&lt;br /&gt;And the loyalty to pain that resists&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest books are talking about this&lt;br /&gt;Why must everybody die to exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for the power of god?&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for the saints to all nod?&lt;br /&gt;At the girl who should be raised from the dead?&lt;br /&gt;At the demons who've been forced from my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Oh hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Oh hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Oh hallelujah I've come undone&lt;br /&gt;Oh hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Oh hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Oh hallelujah I've come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unshackling of the chains on my wrists&lt;br /&gt;The loyalty to pain that resists&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest books are talking about this&lt;br /&gt;Why must everybody die to exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for the power of god?&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for the saints to all nod?&lt;br /&gt;At the girl who should be raised from the dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The main subject in the passage is. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A. The speaker's constant aggravating thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. The speaker's conflict between body and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;C. The speaker's love for religious figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;D. The speaker's frustration with the standards society has unintentionally created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E. The speaker's desire to be her own person, and not one that is generic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;This song doesn't have a music video, but the link has the lyrics going along with the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5Ww5fA16qU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5Ww5fA16qU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-7447255412658371403?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/7447255412658371403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/veins-by-charlotte-martin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7447255412658371403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7447255412658371403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/veins-by-charlotte-martin.html' title='Veins, by Charlotte Martin'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550905181920440495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-6096625269279739525</id><published>2009-03-30T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:22:36.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe</title><content type='html'>Take this kiss upon the brow!&lt;br /&gt;And, in parting from you now,&lt;br /&gt;Thus much let me avow--&lt;br /&gt;You are not wrong, who deem&lt;br /&gt;That my days have been a dream;&lt;br /&gt;Yet if hope has flown away&lt;br /&gt;In a night, or in a day,&lt;br /&gt;In a vision, or in none,&lt;br /&gt;Is it therefore the less gone?&lt;br /&gt;All that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;Is but a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand amid the roar&lt;br /&gt;Of a surf-tormented shore,&lt;br /&gt;And I hold within my hand&lt;br /&gt;Grains of the golden sand--&lt;br /&gt;How few! yet how they creep&lt;br /&gt;Through my fingers to the deep,&lt;br /&gt;While I weep--while I weep!&lt;br /&gt;O God! can I not grasp&lt;br /&gt;Them with a tighter clasp?&lt;br /&gt;O God! can I not save&lt;br /&gt;One from the pitiless wave?&lt;br /&gt;Is all that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;But a dream within a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The tone of the poem may be described as . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) joyful&lt;br /&gt;B) hopeless&lt;div&gt;C) mystical&lt;br /&gt;D) picturesque&lt;br /&gt;E) sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-6096625269279739525?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/6096625269279739525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-within-dream-by-edgar-allan-poe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6096625269279739525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/6096625269279739525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-within-dream-by-edgar-allan-poe.html' title='A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe'/><author><name>Philly Bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06470299264287009938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-4418986074983806805</id><published>2009-03-22T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:10:35.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Example:  Gwendolyn Brooks - "We Real Cool"</title><content type='html'>THE POOL PLAYERS.                   &lt;br /&gt; SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We real cool. We&lt;br /&gt;Left school. We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurk late. We&lt;br /&gt;Strike straight. We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing sin. We&lt;br /&gt;Thin gin. We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz June. We&lt;br /&gt;Die soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The structure of this poem is characterized&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.  by enjambment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.  as free verse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.  as a sonnet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.  by caesura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.  by anaphora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You don't need this, but it's a nice touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15433"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15433&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-4418986074983806805?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/4418986074983806805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem-example-gwendolyn-brooks-we-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4418986074983806805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/4418986074983806805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem-example-gwendolyn-brooks-we-real.html' title='Poem Example:  Gwendolyn Brooks - &quot;We Real Cool&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Baione-Doda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660970672175860730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950653373173671404.post-7009145377099654173</id><published>2009-03-22T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:00:48.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Example: Ani DiFranco - "Grey"</title><content type='html'>The sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey.&lt;br /&gt;I feel right at home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way.&lt;br /&gt;I smoke and I drink and every time I blink I have a tiny dream.&lt;br /&gt;But as bad as I am I'm proud of the fact that I'm worse than I seem.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of paradise am I looking for?&lt;br /&gt;I've got everything I want and still I want more.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some tiny shiny thing will wash up on the shore.&lt;br /&gt;You walk through my walls like a ghost on TV&lt;br /&gt;You penetrate me and my little pink heart is on its little brown raft floating out to sea.&lt;br /&gt;And what can I say but I'm wired this way and you're wired to me&lt;br /&gt;And what can I do but wallow in you unintentionally?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of paradise am I looking for?&lt;br /&gt;I've got everything I want and still I want more.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Regretfully, I guess I've got three simple things to say.&lt;br /&gt;Why me? Why this now? Why this way?&lt;br /&gt;Overtone's ringing, undertow's pulling away under a sky that is grey on sand&lt;br /&gt;That is grey by an ocean that's grey.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of paradise am I looking for?&lt;br /&gt;I've got everything I want and still I want more.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The speaker's conflict is most effectively conveyed through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.  the image of the color grey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.  the use of polysyndeton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.  the use of rhetorical questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.  the use of paradoxes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.  the repetition of the phrase "tiny shiny"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You don't need to include this, but it would be a nice touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mPEspBU7PE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mPEspBU7PE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950653373173671404-7009145377099654173?l=mcpoetry3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/feeds/7009145377099654173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-example-ani-difranco-grey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7009145377099654173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950653373173671404/posts/default/7009145377099654173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcpoetry3.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-example-ani-difranco-grey.html' title='Song Example: Ani DiFranco - &quot;Grey&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Baione-Doda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660970672175860730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
