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Poetry Assignment

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Jordan Mariona

on 27 November 2015

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Poetry Assignment

I Have a Rendezvous With Death

I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death 5
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still. 10
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep 15
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death 20
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
The Game of War
War is a game,
It proves that the worst loss,
Is a loss that was gained by a win,
The blood is shed,
The death is had,
Utter depression,
War happens over and over,
It never stops,
Peace is an illision,
War is greedy,
War has envy,
War shows wriath,
War enjoys gluttony,
War gains luster,
War provocks Pride,
War is made by Sloth,
Sins of 7 is what war represents,
And what war is Represented by,
Honesty is engolfed by deaf ears,
Unfeeling hearts,
And blind eyes,
War is words without meaning,
War is caused by love,
War is countined by hate,
War isn't good or evil,
It is a star that has reached its limit,
War doesn't care what, who, or where,
War is everything,
Power, strength, ability,
War runs the world,
Is simple,
But it repeats its self,
War is repetative,
What is war but a game.
Marching Men
Under the level winter sky
I saw a thousand Christs go by.
They sang an idle song and free
As they went up to calvary.

Careless of eye and coarse of lip,
They marched in holiest fellowship.
That heaven might heal the world, they gave
Their earth-born dreams to deck the grave.

With souls unpurged and steadfast breath
They supped the sacrament of death.
And for each one, far off, apart,
Seven swords have rent a woman's heart.
A War Song
I see the soldiers marching on
Singing a cold war song
On the road they hold onto their guns
As the fighting goes on all day long

Fight, March, and fight
Shoot, aim and shoot right
Whether the sun shines, this is war
This is war whether the rains pours

This is war where we kill
Our friends, sisters and brothers
For they are our enemies for real
If they choose against us for another

They go to war
Because of a handful of political men
Who stand alive; in erect offices still holding their pens
The soldiers fight until no one stands up anymore!

Fight, March, and fight
Shoot, aim and shoot right
Whether the sun shines, this is war
This is war whether the rains pours

In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

war can kill, war can be killed
war can hurt, and war can please
war is bad, and war is good
war can bring death and war can bring joy
war is like a game there is one winner and one looser
war can be a bridge and war can be a tunnle
war can blind, war can deaf
war can help, war cant help
war is a word that has no meaning
war changes the world to great or bad
war is a simple thing
war is not evil or good
war can be stopped, war can stop
war can be nothing or it can be everything
i've been in war it is not hard and it is not easy
you dont need much to be in the war
all u need is a heart full of pride
and if u dont have that u will get shot and die
I lost my arm, a leg; the head
Of once my brother fell to me.
I caught it with a scream caressed with
Bowels, anointed with our blood –
Arterial – of crimson zest –
Ethereal in oxygenation.

My mother whined a haunting dirge
Of ‘Why? ’ and ‘Will this never end? ’
I answered with my bluing lips
And gurgles of antiphony.

Dying in our agony,
We make a sorry nation.

To Germany
You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
But gropers both through fields of thought confined
We stumble and we do not understand.
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each other's dearest ways we stand,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.

When it is peace, then we may view again
With new-won eyes each other's truer form
And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm
We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain,
When it is peace. But until peace, the storm
The darkness and the thunder and the rain.
by Alan Seeger
by Mark R
by joe yourmom
by Aaron Tate
by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
by Sylvia Chidi
by Charles
Hamilton Sorley
by John Mcrae
Figurative Language
- Alliteration ("Pulse nigh to pulse
, and breath to breath.")
-Repitition ( I have a rendezvous with Death)
How Does It Fit Into The "War" Theme?
Figurative Language
-Tragedy ("lost my arm, a leg,
the head of once my brother")
-Mood- the feeling of sadness
and agony.
How Does It Fit In The "War" Theme?
-"Agony" fits in the war
theme because of the
affect it has on the family
members of fallen soldiers.
Figurative Language
-Slang- ("...all u need...")
-Analogy- ("war is not evil
or good")
How Does It Fit In The "War" Theme?
-War...War...War... fits in the war
theme because it talks about
the shades of grey in combat.
Figurative Language
How Does It Fit In The "War" Theme?
-Personification-("War is greedy,
war has envy."
-Repetition-("War, War, War")
-"The Game of War' fits into the war theme
because it talks about the "characteristics"
of war.

Figurative Language
- Free Verse
-Theme-("thousand Christs go by", "marched in holiest fellowship") Christian Theme
How Does It Fit In The "War" Theme?
-"Marching Men" fits into the war theme because the "thousand Christs" are soldiers souls going to heaven.
Figurative Language
-Rhyme Scheme-(AABB)
-Description- The authors POV
How Does It Fit In The "War" Theme?
-"A War Song" fits into the war theme because its describes the
repetition and relentlessness of war.
Figurative Language
-Point of View- An enemy of Germany
-Lyric- Displaying the poets emotions towards the Germans
How Does It Fit In The "War" Theme?
-"To Germany" fits into the war theme because it acts as a letter to the German people of the war from one of its enemy's.
Figurative Language
-Imagery- the poems paints the picture of crosses scattered across the land.
-Symbolism- the crosses
symbolize every soldier that died in the war.
How Does It Fit In The "War" Theme?
-"In Flanders Fields" fits into the war theme because it talks about the fallen soldiers in WW1.
"I Have a Rendezvous With Death" fits
into the theme of war because it is
saying that whenever you join the
army, death is always on your mind
and a possibility.
My Poems
Haiku Poem
The Sun is so bright
It keeps us warm day and night
The Sun is so bright.

Limerick Poem
There once was a dog who could talk
He wanted to learn how to walk
He got out of his bed
Fell on to a sled
And I nearly died from great chalk.

Free Verse Poem
I didn't like this project
It took way to much time
I wanted to do other things
Including eating a lime.
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