Finally, I figured out how to best utilize blogging within our framework…I think.
Let’s try it out.
Start by posting your Hamlet line poem here. Remember to cite the act, scene, and line(s). Be sure to include your name. Use proper grammar, usage, and language. I’d like each of you to respond to at least one poem. Remember a response does NOT look like, “this is great!” or “I like this.” You need to expound upon your thoughts and tell us what you like, why, and what it makes you think of.
When you’ve finished the poem assignment, you may post and reply to other journals. Think of this like Read Around and instead of simply saying, “Thank you.” I would like you to respond favorably to others’ work. Addage…If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it at all.
Thomas-Jimmy on February 29, 2008 1:27 pm
O, I am slain ,
Like old Polonius’ cane,
Standing in the rain,
Stain on the floor,
Next to the door,
Then there was no more,
Heated words like fire,
Go round like a tire,
Frowned did Gertrude in dire,
As Gertrude feels as it she was stabbed,
Falling back into the chair,
Having a feeling of unfair,
Staring at her child,
That was going wild,
To ever wonder if he would be mild.
Jarod S and Tyler E on February 29, 2008 1:31 pm
The Deer
The Forest is mild, wild and deep
The Promises of respect do I keep
To “let the strucken deer go weep” (III.2.269)
To leave this world in peace
Alone and in silence
The deer cries out why?
The earth might never see
What the true wild can be
Because the deer has past
The hunter claims his trophy
With the most utter satisfaction
He has of this magnificent animal
Even though the deer is gone
His presence is still seen on the wall
Where he over looks all
tylering on February 29, 2008 1:32 pm
Well Mrs. Mack unfortunately I can’t see any other peoples poems. I obviously cannot comment on something that I cannot see. Oh by the way I love your “addage”. That is somewhat depressing but I guess i will survive.
Jessica on February 29, 2008 1:32 pm
To be or not to be? To live and or to die?
To avenge the man baithed in sin and mouth so full of lies.
To hold anger or to let it go?
As time goes by will I ever know?
To kill a man, to kill oneself?
Which one will mark me worse?
To die by coward or murder…
These thoughts are but a curse.
He kills the king and becomes one.
Poison in ear came from his hands.
The rest of Denmark does not understand.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
To kill, to let live, to die, to not?
To let it go, to let one be?
To let this guilt lie just with me?
I think not.
Nick + tyler on February 29, 2008 1:33 pm
Honest as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Prometheus stole and lost more than fire.
He did forfeit his life in fatal action.
One man whose honesty is intact.
So does man risk his life.
When honesty is not his choice.
How honest is honesty.
1 in 10000 are a gamblers risk.
Those with treacherous tounges have treacherous souls.
Those with souls are men.
Chances of finding one honest man,
Is worse than shooting fish in a barrel.
Or bobbing for a hotdog in jello.
Not to say they are few.
But in the least they are far between.
veenstrc on February 29, 2008 1:34 pm
While the grass grows the silly horse starves.
The kingdom is ready but is the heir?
The prince is gone crazy and may not survive.
To take up the kingdom from his stepfather.
The silly horse is distracted by the tales from the dead.
And is busying himself in dangerous matters.
Avenging his loss from the candy mountain.
The prince may begin to worry and waffle.
Because he cannot be sure of his course of action.
Nor can he be sure of the source of his orders.
He runs in circles and yet the grass grows.
The kingdom will be there is only he is to be.
He will eat the sweet grass if he shall succeed.
Or if he finally decides to not go through
He shall be free from the mission he received
From his eerie father come back from the dead.
Jeana on February 29, 2008 1:34 pm
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
When love leaves tokens become uncaring.
That which once was a center of love becomes a hole of heartache.
Insensitive to the soul.
There is no sting to the heart as scorn.
Love lost wettens the tip of passions whip.
When taken away seems dark.
Like the very breath of life is taken.
Insanity feeds the senses.
Stirring emotion to create a new reality.
Lose. No light nor scent can cause to forget.
Uncaring cruel world to give taste when you have starved with hunger.
To lend but one drop of water when drowning in the sand.
The richest of beings stripped from possesions ans rule.
Water poured on that flame, smokes and chokes the very essence of intelligence.
A sudden frost rises to freeze the world into its dark and frigid state just as it seems there is no sun to thaw the silence of dispare.
So a lovers back turned away stayed plastered in dreams.
Katelyn on February 29, 2008 1:36 pm
Katelyn Seaney
English 11
2-29-08
Hamlet Act II Scene 2 Lines 116-119
Doubt thou stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love.
So strong and powerful
A love so sure
Hamlet willingly hands Ophelia his heart,
His love, so pure.
A determined soul
To conjoin two souls as one
Ophelia rejects thy love
For with Hamlet, she is done.
Feelings of uncertainty
Running through her mind
“Does he really love me?”
“Or is making love what he wants to find?”
She is told not to doubt
But doubt is something no one can help
He really doth love her
Doubt him not, he wanted her to know
Though not so good with words
He confesses his love in a poem.
To tell the woman in which he loves so dear,
That no matter what, he’ll always be there.
Jessica on February 29, 2008 1:37 pm
Act III, Scene 1, lines 58-90
Katelyn on February 29, 2008 1:42 pm
To Thomas and Jimmy.
I love your word choice. Great job. It’s very creative. Very deep.
Kelcie and Ashton on February 29, 2008 1:42 pm
The soul within
I know I’m not perfect
But I try so hard
To be that spotless little angel
All these feelings bombard.
What runs rapid within me
My thoughts and my sorrows
To have and to hold
All these tomorrows
My father is dead
May this sin be remembered
For I will avenge him
My voice will be heard
By: Kelcie Drenth and Ashton Fisher
sjc1 on February 29, 2008 1:46 pm
I have learned from past experiences that
It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
But even now I watch out and guard my heart
I keep you out letting you in little by little, my heart still
Hurts from your last betray. You broke my heart and
Now your back, we have a history together and I’m
Frightened now, my Heartaches for you to hold me
I know if you do I’ll smell your sweet
Scent, ivory soap. But the yelling and arguing
It has to stop; now I’m crying my tears
They are bitter-sweet, on my cheeks. These problems
They seem to disappear when you hold me
And new problems seem to arise, I
Don’t know why our love is bitter-sweet
Like a novel, but I sure could use a hug.
Sandra & Chelise
Jessica on February 29, 2008 1:46 pm
Dearest Tyler and Skin..ama,
Alas, your poem was but music to my tympanic membrane, so witty and devine. You both have talent, especially you dermis. I look forward to the publication with which I can buy every copy… EVERY SINGLE COPY.
Farewell!
P.S. viva derechos animales!
Jarod S on February 29, 2008 1:46 pm
Crystal:
you are absolutly amazing you never stop ceasing to amaze me. I would like to know were you come up with everthing that you write. I didn’t find out what your Quote was, so you might want to point it out.
Nathan humble on February 29, 2008 1:47 pm
Crystal: Yopur poem is wonderful. I greatly admire yuor whole poem but i like the beginging. It is also very funny good job crystal.
Nick on February 29, 2008 1:48 pm
To Jessica
Impervious to time. That quote enthralls the mind and senses. A call to action or inaction a wish for peace but not to forget past deeds. Brilliantly done.
Thomas on February 29, 2008 1:50 pm
Jarod and Tyler E love the poem about the deer.
Danny on February 29, 2008 1:51 pm
Crystal, I love your poem! Nice use of Charlie and candy mountain. Your literary works never cease to amaze me. The world would be a less impressive and exciting place without them. Keep them up Crystal, keep them up.
tylering on February 29, 2008 1:52 pm
KALEEB Von VEENSTRADA
Well, I do say Caleb that your poem is very nifty. The reference to candy mountain is very interesting and I think it is really cool how you fit GoogleTube videos into Shakespeare. The Silly horse line was a very good find, I am somewhat disappointed that you didn’t use your *first* idea as a line to talk about. ‘He runs in circles’ is sweet because the science you put into it. Like how if you keep running in the same spot the grass will die, you are basically saying no matter how much he works his problem will never die. Keep up the good work.
czak08 on February 29, 2008 1:53 pm
Katelyn: I really like your poem,great word choice it really makes you think when you read it. VERY good.
Nolan Howes on February 29, 2008 1:53 pm
I am mad north but north-west.
I am sane west but north-east.
How does one see though false madness?
I fear the answer is but another queston?
How does one define madness?
Where is the line in our minds?
Who is to say our thought are too abstract?
Who has the right to judge my thoughts?
No one will tell me that mind follows too crooked a line.
That which I’m trying to tell you i can not.
For he who knows my plans is an unaffordable threat against my cause.
I hint toward false madness.
But in truth illusion of being understood is but a sorry notion of comfert is have allowed myself.
sjc1 on February 29, 2008 1:56 pm
Ashton + Kelcie,
your word choice is great, i feel that your poem is very heart felt.
it is wrote out perfectly. ^_-
Jim on February 29, 2008 1:57 pm
Crystal: Your poem is spectacular and i enjoyed it. It makes good sense and nice job.
veenstrc on March 4, 2008 1:04 pm
My quote is from (3:2:342).
Nolan,
That is a question I’ve wondered myself. Am I really mad or just pretending to be. What is maddness? What is truly random?
Jeana on March 10, 2008 12:17 pm
To Kelcie and Ashton,
I liked the style of poem you chose to write in. I couldn’t think that day to make one. I really liked the first four lines espacially the last two lines they seem to hold alot of meaning towards your subject and is a creative view.
To all:
I’m thoroughly impressed with your poems. They are thought-provoking and engaging! I can tell some of you have musical thoughts, while others are able to read deeply between the lines.
Nice work!
Jim on April 11, 2008 12:32 pm
to jeana
i liked yoyr journal about small injuries, i liked how you had it all setup. it was very spectacular.
Kelcie on April 11, 2008 12:52 pm
Yesterday we had our first softball game. I was pretty pumped. We lost the first game 7-5, but came back and won the second game 11-2. So that was a big comback. I caught for the first 4 innings of the first game, then switched to shortstop after that. For once though I was actually happy with my batting. I had 2 in the park home runs, a tripple, 2 singles, and a couple RBI’s. That’s not too bad But I can’t wait for our next game.
Finally, I figured out how to best utilize blogging within our framework…I think.
Let’s try it out.
Start by posting your Hamlet line poem here. Remember to cite the act, scene, and line(s). Be sure to include your name. Use proper grammar, usage, and language. I’d like each of you to respond to at least one poem. Remember a response does NOT look like, “this is great!” or “I like this.” You need to expound upon your thoughts and tell us what you like, why, and what it makes you think of.
When you’ve finished the poem assignment, you may post and reply to other journals. Think of this like Read Around and instead of simply saying, “Thank you.” I would like you to respond favorably to others’ work. Addage…If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it at all.
O, I am slain ,
Like old Polonius’ cane,
Standing in the rain,
Stain on the floor,
Next to the door,
Then there was no more,
Heated words like fire,
Go round like a tire,
Frowned did Gertrude in dire,
As Gertrude feels as it she was stabbed,
Falling back into the chair,
Having a feeling of unfair,
Staring at her child,
That was going wild,
To ever wonder if he would be mild.
The Deer
The Forest is mild, wild and deep
The Promises of respect do I keep
To “let the strucken deer go weep” (III.2.269)
To leave this world in peace
Alone and in silence
The deer cries out why?
The earth might never see
What the true wild can be
Because the deer has past
The hunter claims his trophy
With the most utter satisfaction
He has of this magnificent animal
Even though the deer is gone
His presence is still seen on the wall
Where he over looks all
Well Mrs. Mack unfortunately I can’t see any other peoples poems. I obviously cannot comment on something that I cannot see. Oh by the way I love your “addage”. That is somewhat depressing but I guess i will survive.
To be or not to be? To live and or to die?
To avenge the man baithed in sin and mouth so full of lies.
To hold anger or to let it go?
As time goes by will I ever know?
To kill a man, to kill oneself?
Which one will mark me worse?
To die by coward or murder…
These thoughts are but a curse.
He kills the king and becomes one.
Poison in ear came from his hands.
The rest of Denmark does not understand.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
To kill, to let live, to die, to not?
To let it go, to let one be?
To let this guilt lie just with me?
I think not.
Honest as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Prometheus stole and lost more than fire.
He did forfeit his life in fatal action.
One man whose honesty is intact.
So does man risk his life.
When honesty is not his choice.
How honest is honesty.
1 in 10000 are a gamblers risk.
Those with treacherous tounges have treacherous souls.
Those with souls are men.
Chances of finding one honest man,
Is worse than shooting fish in a barrel.
Or bobbing for a hotdog in jello.
Not to say they are few.
But in the least they are far between.
While the grass grows the silly horse starves.
The kingdom is ready but is the heir?
The prince is gone crazy and may not survive.
To take up the kingdom from his stepfather.
The silly horse is distracted by the tales from the dead.
And is busying himself in dangerous matters.
Avenging his loss from the candy mountain.
The prince may begin to worry and waffle.
Because he cannot be sure of his course of action.
Nor can he be sure of the source of his orders.
He runs in circles and yet the grass grows.
The kingdom will be there is only he is to be.
He will eat the sweet grass if he shall succeed.
Or if he finally decides to not go through
He shall be free from the mission he received
From his eerie father come back from the dead.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
When love leaves tokens become uncaring.
That which once was a center of love becomes a hole of heartache.
Insensitive to the soul.
There is no sting to the heart as scorn.
Love lost wettens the tip of passions whip.
When taken away seems dark.
Like the very breath of life is taken.
Insanity feeds the senses.
Stirring emotion to create a new reality.
Lose. No light nor scent can cause to forget.
Uncaring cruel world to give taste when you have starved with hunger.
To lend but one drop of water when drowning in the sand.
The richest of beings stripped from possesions ans rule.
Water poured on that flame, smokes and chokes the very essence of intelligence.
A sudden frost rises to freeze the world into its dark and frigid state just as it seems there is no sun to thaw the silence of dispare.
So a lovers back turned away stayed plastered in dreams.
Katelyn Seaney
English 11
2-29-08
Hamlet Act II Scene 2 Lines 116-119
Doubt thou stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love.
So strong and powerful
A love so sure
Hamlet willingly hands Ophelia his heart,
His love, so pure.
A determined soul
To conjoin two souls as one
Ophelia rejects thy love
For with Hamlet, she is done.
Feelings of uncertainty
Running through her mind
“Does he really love me?”
“Or is making love what he wants to find?”
She is told not to doubt
But doubt is something no one can help
He really doth love her
Doubt him not, he wanted her to know
Though not so good with words
He confesses his love in a poem.
To tell the woman in which he loves so dear,
That no matter what, he’ll always be there.
Act III, Scene 1, lines 58-90
To Thomas and Jimmy.
I love your word choice. Great job. It’s very creative. Very deep.
The soul within
I know I’m not perfect
But I try so hard
To be that spotless little angel
All these feelings bombard.
What runs rapid within me
My thoughts and my sorrows
To have and to hold
All these tomorrows
My father is dead
May this sin be remembered
For I will avenge him
My voice will be heard
By: Kelcie Drenth and Ashton Fisher
I have learned from past experiences that
It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
But even now I watch out and guard my heart
I keep you out letting you in little by little, my heart still
Hurts from your last betray. You broke my heart and
Now your back, we have a history together and I’m
Frightened now, my Heartaches for you to hold me
I know if you do I’ll smell your sweet
Scent, ivory soap. But the yelling and arguing
It has to stop; now I’m crying my tears
They are bitter-sweet, on my cheeks. These problems
They seem to disappear when you hold me
And new problems seem to arise, I
Don’t know why our love is bitter-sweet
Like a novel, but I sure could use a hug.
Sandra & Chelise
Dearest Tyler and Skin..ama,
Alas, your poem was but music to my tympanic membrane, so witty and devine. You both have talent, especially you dermis. I look forward to the publication with which I can buy every copy… EVERY SINGLE COPY.
Farewell!
P.S. viva derechos animales!
Crystal:
you are absolutly amazing you never stop ceasing to amaze me. I would like to know were you come up with everthing that you write. I didn’t find out what your Quote was, so you might want to point it out.
Crystal: Yopur poem is wonderful. I greatly admire yuor whole poem but i like the beginging. It is also very funny good job crystal.
To Jessica
Impervious to time. That quote enthralls the mind and senses. A call to action or inaction a wish for peace but not to forget past deeds. Brilliantly done.
Jarod and Tyler E love the poem about the deer.
Crystal, I love your poem! Nice use of Charlie and candy mountain. Your literary works never cease to amaze me. The world would be a less impressive and exciting place without them. Keep them up Crystal, keep them up.
KALEEB Von VEENSTRADA
Well, I do say Caleb that your poem is very nifty. The reference to candy mountain is very interesting and I think it is really cool how you fit GoogleTube videos into Shakespeare. The Silly horse line was a very good find, I am somewhat disappointed that you didn’t use your *first* idea as a line to talk about. ‘He runs in circles’ is sweet because the science you put into it. Like how if you keep running in the same spot the grass will die, you are basically saying no matter how much he works his problem will never die. Keep up the good work.
Katelyn: I really like your poem,great word choice it really makes you think when you read it. VERY good.
I am mad north but north-west.
I am sane west but north-east.
How does one see though false madness?
I fear the answer is but another queston?
How does one define madness?
Where is the line in our minds?
Who is to say our thought are too abstract?
Who has the right to judge my thoughts?
No one will tell me that mind follows too crooked a line.
That which I’m trying to tell you i can not.
For he who knows my plans is an unaffordable threat against my cause.
I hint toward false madness.
But in truth illusion of being understood is but a sorry notion of comfert is have allowed myself.
Ashton + Kelcie,
your word choice is great, i feel that your poem is very heart felt.
it is wrote out perfectly. ^_-
Crystal: Your poem is spectacular and i enjoyed it. It makes good sense and nice job.
My quote is from (3:2:342).
Nolan,
That is a question I’ve wondered myself. Am I really mad or just pretending to be. What is maddness? What is truly random?
To Kelcie and Ashton,
I liked the style of poem you chose to write in. I couldn’t think that day to make one. I really liked the first four lines espacially the last two lines they seem to hold alot of meaning towards your subject and is a creative view.
To all:
I’m thoroughly impressed with your poems. They are thought-provoking and engaging! I can tell some of you have musical thoughts, while others are able to read deeply between the lines.
Nice work!
to jeana
i liked yoyr journal about small injuries, i liked how you had it all setup. it was very spectacular.
Yesterday we had our first softball game. I was pretty pumped. We lost the first game 7-5, but came back and won the second game 11-2. So that was a big comback. I caught for the first 4 innings of the first game, then switched to shortstop after that. For once though I was actually happy with my batting. I had 2 in the park home runs, a tripple, 2 singles, and a couple RBI’s. That’s not too bad
But I can’t wait for our next game.