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Hilary Tham Adventures in Poetry: Writing Poems with Students 1
Adventures in Poetry:
Writing Poems with Students
A handbook for teachers
to start students writing
in elementary to high school
by
Hilary Tham
Adventures in Poetry:
Writing Poems with Students
A handbook for teachers
to start students writing
in elementary to high school
by
Hilary Tham
Art & poetry workshops

Copyright 2001 by Hilary Tham
All poems remain the copyright of their authors.
This limited edition of 100 copies is
for Educational purposes only,
Not for sale.
Permission to reproduce this book for non-commercial individual or classroom use is granted so
long as no text is taken out of this document including any and all copyright messages.
This handbook was supported in part by a grant from the Virginia Commission for the Arts, to
whom grateful thanks is extended.
CONTENTS
CONTENTS 4
FOREWORD 5
SUGGESTIONS FOR MAKING WRITING A POSITIVE EXPERIENCE: 7
SAMPLE LESSON PLAN 8
BUILDING BLOCKS FOR POETS 9
CRITERIA FOR EFFECTIVE LEARNING ACTIVITIES 10
FREEING THE IMAGINATION --THE BASICS OF POETRY 12

MAKING WORD PICTURES:the SIMILE WORKSHOP 13
ROLLING SIMILES POEM 16
MAKING WORD PICTURES the METAPHORS WORKSHOP 18
SELF-PORTRAIT WORKSHOP 20
SOUND WORKSHOP 21
PHOTOGRAPHS INTO POEMS 23
COLOR YOUR POEMS SATURDAY 25
INSIDES/OUTSIDES POEMS 27
CATERPILLARS & BUTTERFLIES: PERSPECTIVE POEMS 29
THEN & NOW: TIME PERSPECTIVE POEMS 31
THE POEM ON AIR 33
WATER MAGIC 35
EARLY MEMORIES POEMS 38
TOUCH/ SENSES 42
HOW TO POEMS or The Imperative Voice 44
THE WISH POEM Workshop 46
FOCUS ON FORM 52
LIMERICKS 53
CLERIHEWS 57
POLITICAL NURSERY RHYMES 58
CONCRETE or SHAPE POEMS 59
ACROSTIC POEMS 61
ALLITERATION POEMS 63
HAIKU Or Making Every Word Count 65
ROLLING HAIKU 67
CINQUAIN 68
DIAMANTE 69
THE LIST POEM Or Raindrops on Roses 70
THE LITANY POEM 73
THE PANTOUM 76
THE GHAZAL 79
THE TEMPLATE POEM 83
VILLANELLE 85
SESTINA 93
NESTING RHYMES 95
CLOSURES or HOW DOES A POEM END? 96
POETRY FOLDER PROJECT 97
MINI-ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS TO ENJOY 99
FOREWORD
Introducing and including the writing of poems into the classroom has many benefits:
reinforcing student learning of content material not only in language but also in math, science, social
studies
broadening student appreciation of poetry and its ability to communicate ideas as well as feelings,
unlocking student creative abilities and freeing their imagination
developing a deeper student understanding of the cultural heritage of others, and
giving teachers tools for teaching content areas using poetry.
Many students (and teachers) feel more comfortable with the step-by-step method of writing a poem
-- This works well if the main goal is to reinforce learning, so the students think about a subject, recall
specifics, come to some conclusions, and review what they've already learned. The following sample
poem templates can be used for reviewing grammar, science, social studies.
Template 1: (noun) ice

(2-syllable adjectives) shiny, stoic
(3 participles describing noun) freezing, killing, protecting
(4 nouns) glaciers, silence, brightness, penguins
(3 participles) warming, melting, flowing
(2 -er adjectives) noisier, happier
(noun) water
Cold-blooded
Template 2: I am (adjective) I am scaley
I am ( adjective) I am cold-blooded
I am (participle) I am hissing
You are (verb) You are covered with a shell
They are (participle) They are crawling
We are (noun) We are reptiles
Another approach is to have students write litany /list poems on subject matter they wish to review.
Review of math. percentages is fun when students brainstorm wishes, then write about how they would
spend a million dollars (suppose you won the lottery) using percentages.
Money - 11,000,000 by Taylor Chamberlin

When I won 11 million,
I bought a brand new house
20% went to furniture,
and buying brand new cars
5% of it went to a new bed,
75% went to others
like a stereo system, and CD.
The above approaches are rather like having students paint by numbers and limited in their
usefulness. My preferred approach is to have students use their five senses to view ordinary things with
new focus, with time for brain-storming ideas. We often write group poems before students tackle a
poem on their own.
My main goal in teaching students is to enable them to discover the pleasure and the power of clear
expression of their thoughts and to learn to see the world creatively as well as functionally. I try to
teach the building blocks of good poetry, also the basics of good writing. My workshop exercises are
intended to give them practice in observation skills, thinking and the use of imagery, simile and
metaphor, to enrich their writing, skills that will stay with them hopefully all their lives.
Children are natural poets. The secret to unlocking their creativity is to create a space for them
to speak up, a receptivity to what they think and feel, an opportunity for them to articulate the process
of learning about life, a caring and respect for individual truths so they can share who they are, what
they see and feel and dream. Sharing is the key: sharing of ideas, responses, associations, phrases,
words, meanings personal and public. The free discussion before writing is vital to the workshops:
it is the striking of sparks and sparks and sparks until each student forgets her/his fear of being laughed
at and accepts the condition that it is very much okay to be truly themselves and see that individual
responses and words make up different poems. And that each poem is meaningful in its own right.
Then, and only then, do we work on editing, revising, making the poem the best it can be. Which
includes correct spelling and good language usage.
The other key part of a successful workshop is having students read aloud their poems in an
atmosphere of respect and receptivity. Students learn in my classes to listen as well as to speak up.
They learn respect for each others thoughts and for the individualistic expression of those thoughts
and feelings. They learn to critique the writing, not the writer! to focus on offering suggestions for
more effective use of language to express the thought and feeling.
Adventures in Poetry: Writing Poems with Students is a collection of easy-to-follow poetry writing
activities complete with sample poems that are intended to work as a box of matches for lighting the
imaginations of students, to give students the vision and tools to reach for wider possibilities as writers.
. It is also a work in progress. I am continually in the process of writing up the workshops I have
found worked successfully with my students and the enclosed represent some of these workshops.
Some are variations on the approach: for example, the Air Workshop approach is equally successful
using the three other elements Water, Fire, and Earth.
I am grateful to the hundreds, thousands of children I have had the pleasure of teaching these
twenty years. They have given me the gift of their poetry. I want to thank also poets Christopher Bursk
(Water Magic/Air Workshop), Elaine Magarrell (Memories Workshop), teachers Mrs. Anita Scott and
others for sharing their teaching approaches with me.
Hilary Tham
May 2001
SUGGESTIONS FOR MAKING WRITING A POSITIVE EXPERIENCE:

The danger of teaching poetry writing is that the students get so bogged down in the mechanics of
poetry writing, they lose the sense of wonder and enthusiasm that should be in the forefront in enjoying
poetry.
Poetry should be experienced at three different levels. When introducing poetry to children, do not
destroy the joy of poetry by going right to step 3:
Step One: Introduce students to "user friendly poems", such as humorous poems by Shel Silverstein or
Jack Prelutsky.
Step Two: Have students pick a poem that means something to them: Some aspects of their lives are
expressed in the poem.
Step Three: Discuss what the poem says to the student, how it does this, what the poet intended, and
analyze the poem.
ACTIVITIES:
Hearing the poem: Read a poem every week, or even every day. Have the students pick and present the
poems.
Poetry House:
Designate one area a poetry house with designated areas: Kitchen, Living Room, Garden as an activity
Center. Have students post a favorite poem in the area of the house that is appropriate: e.g. poems
about food in the Kitchen, outdoor/nature poems in the garden, etc. Have students find or write poems
for the unfilled areas.
Magnetic Poetry Center--Color code parts of speech, and place on magnets. Each person using the
Center gets a package of color coded parts of speech, and must create sentences from them, posting the
sentences on a magnetic surfaces.
Illustration Center--Have students post their favorite poems copied from a favorite poet. Have students
divide up sentences, and make picture books of poem. Students could make picture books of their own
poems.
Listening Center--Students can record their favorite poems. Other students can listen to them.
Reading Center--Display baskets of favorite poems for the students to read.
Revision/ Editing Center--Students take an original poem they are working on and post the poem in its
various stages -- from idea to first draft to final edited poem.
SAMPLE LESSON PLAN

Unit: the Wish Poem
Primary Subject - Language Arts
Secondary Subjects Social Studies
Grade Level 3 adult.
Objectives:
- learn to write using particulars instead of general statements e.g. I wish for $100,000 vs. I wish to
be rich.
- learn to select the significant detail to make their writing vivid and interesting.
- learn to rank their wishes in order of interest to lead up to a strong ending wish.
- identify definitive features of the litany form or list form.
School Objectives:
The students will analyze, evaluate, and assess their wishes.
The students will work cooperatively to write an original poem.
Materials:
Overhead on sample wish poems
sheets of construction paper (any color)
Procedure:
1. The teacher will introduce the lesson by telling the students the fairy tale of the Three Wishes. There
will be a question-answer discussion what students would wish for themselves, for their
families, for their country, for the world, if they were given three magical wishes.
2. Students will write a group wish poem by brainstorming for ideas and using the formulas to create a
poem.
3. The group poems will be transferred on construction paper for display in the classroom.
4. Students will write individual wish poems.
5. Students will read their poems to the class.
6. Question and answer discussion on how the poems could be improved.
Assessment:
Students will be assessed by the poems they create and their participation in presenting their poems.
They will also be viewed during the lesson by how well they respond to questions during discussion.
BUILDING BLOCKS FOR POETS

(1) OBSERVATION - Use all the senses, think beyond the surface of things. For example, you see
a squirrel digging in the grass, think about why it may be doing this. Other information could affect
this conclusion -- what season is it. If the season is spring, it could be digging up an acorn it had
buried. If fall, it could be burying an acorn.
(2) CLUSTERING & EXTENDING - What other thoughts come to your mind as you think about
digging. what other animals, including man, dig. Why? How? Squirrels; grass; earth;
burying. What does a squirrel digging remind you of? Put down everything (words, phrases,
sentences that come to mind, brainstorm ideas with your friends, etc. Youll be amazed at how much
you know and have to say about any word, subject.
(3) 1MAGES - WORD PICTURES - Show your reader what you see in your own mind. , Dont
tell that a squirrel is digging in the grass - is it intent? uneasy? furtive? happy? Is the grass short, long,
unmowed, gray? green? pale yellow? Is it a blue sky day? North wind day? Is it evening with a sleepy
sun going to bed?
(4) USING SIMILES & METAPHORS TO ACHIEVE (3) Instead of an adjective, alone, say
alone like a ship on a frozen sea = an image; or say he was alone, he was a ship on a frozen sea =
metaphor.
(5) LISTENING TO THE HEART OF THINGS - Using (3) and (4) to communicate and share
the results, your thoughts from (1) and (2). A squirrel digging is just a squirrel digging; it is not a
poem. What does it make you think about, feel. Example: could be secrets, survival, friends,
loneliness, winter coming and how one prepares for it, etc. Robert Frost said: Poetry is the clear
expression of confused emotions. Make sure your poem does this.
(6) EDITING (FANCY WORD FOR REVISION) Whenever you write a poem, consider it as pre-
writing. Then come the revisions. And a final version. A poem goes through many drafts before it is
perfect. Some people think that a poem must be spontaneous and totally inspiredand hesitate to
revise it. A poem is one part inspiration and many parts perspiration. After putting lots of thoughts and
images, read aloud the poem again and again (to a friend, a dog , cat, goldfish, and revise it so that the
thought and feeling you want to share comes through like a hot knife through butter. (This simile is a
cliche - overused. But it still works, no? You see the knife and the butter melting around its a hot
blade. Thats an example of an effective image. Effective is the key word in critiquing poems - does it
work as it should? If not, replace it with a better word, image, or cut it out. Editing or revision is
making sure youve used the best words for the right impact for the poem. Cut, cut, cut out excess
words (usually adjectives and adverbs) that are just taking up space and making the poem predictable
and uninteresting to the reader. The acid test for whether a poem is working is to ask yourself this
question: Is the poem interesting and fresh to you, its writer after the 99th time you read it to an
audience? Do you like to read it out aloud to a friend?
CRITERIA FOR EFFECTIVE LEARNING ACTIVITIES

(from The Virginia Commission for the Arts Artist-in-Education guidelines)
EDUCATIONAL
Residency activities should:
Develop better critical thinking skills
Make interdisciplinary connections
Include aspects of the literacy: listening, viewing, reading, writing, speaking
Move from the known to the unknown
Develop paralleling technique
Develop sequencing technique: appropriate scope and sequencing
Stimulate as many senses and ways of knowing as possible (multiple
intelligences)
May teach through story
May include historical/social continuum
Build vocabulary in the art form
Be related to every day life: be authentic and related
As a result of participation students will:
Learn how to brainstorm
Build/improve concentration skills
Have enhanced curiosity
Improve decision making skills
Demonstrate (kinesthetic/verbal) what they have learned
Develop a passion that will extend to the art of learning & exploring
Become more disciplined and motivated
Develop a keener interest in research and exploration
Ask more (and better) questions (the Big Why?)
Improve speaking and analyzing skills
Demonstrate the ability to transfer new skills to other areas
Learn the value of doing something a certain way
Learn the vocabulary of the art form and relate that knowledge to every day life
(transference of skills), known to unknown
ARTISTIC
Residency activities should teach students to:
Make connections between the artistic disciplines.
Learn the creative aspect of art form no right or wrong way (aesthetic
effectiveness).
Have fun while learning.
Become knowledgeable of the technique of the art form.
Learn the vocabulary of the art form (vernacular to foreign language).
As a result of participation students will:
Develop an appreciation of the art from.
Develop curiosity and a sense of wonderment about the world and the artistic
discipline.
Explore their imagination.
Develop physical coordination.
Residency activities should:
Be age and gender appropriate.
Be culturally diverse (literature, vocabulary resources also audio/video tapes).
Engage students spirit of personal challenge and life skills (e.g. being
prepared):
Provide language for social communication.
SOCIAL
As a result of participation students will have:
Improved cooperation and team work skills (sharing of ideas).
Improved self-esteem (how the art form enhances the self-worth of the
child/student).
Improved ability to understand non-verbal messages (communication, how you present
yourself to the world).
FREEING THE IMAGINATION --THE BASICS OF POETRY

MAKING WORD PICTURES:THE SIMILE WORKSHOP

The first basic rule of good writing is SHOW, dont tell. The simile is the main tool for making
images (word pictures) and makes writing vivid and lively. Poems show by using similes and
metaphors. This is the most basic tool upon which we build poems.
DEFINITION: A simile is a figure of speech in which one thing is likened to another with the use
of as or like. Example: a heart big as a whale, her heart is like a house with lots of room for
people, her tears flowed like a river in flood.
For younger children, it is best to do a group poem with a list (based on the senses, of things we see,
smell, hear, taste, touch) such as
red like an apple
green as grass
small like a crumb
sweet like
sour as
smells like
sounds like
soft as cotton
cold like
slippery as
happy as
sad as
angry as a bear whos had no dinner.
I like to ask the students to add more information so we can see a picture from the words. e.g. Angry as
a bear when? show us when the bear may be angry.
I like to ask older students to compare the adjective word to a feeling or an emotion or state of mind.
E.G. red as anger, slow as tomorrow. Once students can grasp the what and how of a simile, they
should practice it to learn to use it appropriately, with ease and style. This helps develop their skills in
metaphoric logic and in making connections.
adjectives to an object,
Stubborn as ____________ buttons, rocks, a mule, sorrow [use an object, nature, animal, emotion ]
Angry as _____________[object, nature, animal/insect, emotion]
Hungry as __________ [as above categories]
Sad as __________
Big as ___________
He felt small as _____________
SAMPLE SIMILE POEMS (K-1) Slippery as Jell-O,

Slippery as goo.
As hard as lava rock Slippery as pain when you
As hard as my dogs teeth fall on ice.
As hard as bones
Steel is hard. Warm as a fire in the fireplace
in winter on a ski trip.
As soft as pillows Warm as the sun,
As soft as my pink blanket Warm as an oven baking turkey,
As soft as a cushion Warm as an oven baking apple pie.
As soft as mashed potatoes Was as holding hands,
As soft as marshmallows Warm as hot chocolate,
And marshmallow fluff. Warm as hugging your mom and dad.
As bumpy as a rock Fun as playing with your friends,
As bumpy as hills Fun as playing on the playground.
As bumpy as a rhinoceros Fun as hugging your friend
A lizard is bumpy. when the sun is shining.
--- Ms. Darrigos and Mrs Davisons
As dry as a lizards skin Kindergarten class 2000
Or an iguana.
As dry as an earring ****
As dry as my skin in winter Blank as a blanket,
As dry as the desert. Blank as a piece of paper,
Blank as a cloud,
As good as avocados in my tummy Blank as new snow.
As good as candy and macaroni and cheese Blank as socks or a white wall.
As good as rainbows Blank as boredom.
As good as American Girl dolls Big as a dinosaur,
As good as chocolate. Big as a dragon,
-- Mrs. Hansens Kindergarten class Big as a castle,
Big as a giant.
FUN THINGS Big as the sky.
Big as the sun.
Blue is water Big as air.
Blue as the sky. Big as the world.
Blue is in the rainbow Big as hope.
Blue as a bluebird,
Blue as a rainy day. Fast as a cheetah.
Fast as a race car,
Strong as ice in winter, Fast as an erupting volcano.
Strong as a wolf, Fast as a butterfly in summer.
Strong as a shark, Fast as a snap of your fingers,
Strong as an elephant. Fast as happiness.
Strong as a bear, Fast as light,
Strong as a lion, Fast as your ideas.
Strong as an alligator,
Strong as a leopard. Slow as a turtle,
Strong as a crab, Slow as a bear.
Strong as the ocean, Slow as a snail.
Strong as the earth, Slow as snow,
Strong as lightning. Slow as the clouds move,
Slow as a daydream with my horse.
Slippery as ice, Mrs. Fishers Grade I class
Slippery as frozen snow and Jamestown 2001
we skate on it.
Slippery as rain or hail, ***
Slippery as a banana peel. Peace is like a picture, quiet and still.
Peace is like a stuffed animal, cute

And cuddly. People stalk just as animals.
A stuffed animal opens the door By Kimberly Binns
to Imagination.
Imagination is like your own world, Dating is like getting a pair of new shoes
A world where anything can happen When you first get them, you want to
If you believe. Wear them all the time. And
Nicole Fortin, Gr. 6 When you see another pair
Of shoes you like, you slowly mistreat the old.
Stars are like the eyes of people by Latia Adams
who have died.
They are always watching you Something Beautiful by Hilary Tham
making sure you are okay.
-- from Star Eyes by Stephanie Beacon, Gr. 7 You can erase the mark
But the paper is thinner
People stalk And the surface scarred,
Just like animals. No longer smooth as before.
Peering around The same with a hurt,
Looking for prey Perhaps a heedless word
So helpless, innocent. And though you apologize,
Must people kill Something beautiful dies.
For reward as animals
Kill for food?
ROLLING SIMILES POEM

The whole group sits in a circle and each participant writes a simile with a second line that makes the
connection for the two, however wild. Or the class is divided into groups of 2, 3 or 4 and each group
comes up with and writes a couple with a simile in the first line and the connecting statement in the
second line. e.g.:
Justice is like Ray Charles,
both are blind.
The whole point is to play with images and language and have fun. Usually a concrete thing is
compared to an abstract noun like emotion or homework. Then pass the paper to the person to the right
(or left) and keep going. The next person writes another simile using one of the two compared nouns in
the first simile, adding a line as the raison dtre. Everyone should be writing on a paper at all times.
After each paper has about 6 similes, they should write a wrap-up or concluding simile and then have
each read aloud the paper in hand. The fun part is the reading aloud of the poems of course.
Rolling simile poems by some of my Yorktown High School students
Writing poetry is like bungee jumping
In both, you take a risk.
Bungee jumping is like a child in the womb,
both are dependent on the strength of the cord.
A child in the womb is like an unborn egg,
both are fragile.
--~
Justice is like Ray Charles
both are blind and ohh! so funky.
Talent is like being born with blue eyes, you either
have 'em or you don't.
Talent is like a headache,
you cant see it but you can feel it.
A headache is like a bagpipe,
shrilly irritating.
A bagpipe is like a car, something I don't have.
--
A dancer is like water, both are
free and flowing, and can go
wherever they choose.
Water is like spring, arousing joy in sparrows
and sprites alike.
Spring is like fire,
radiant and bursting with life.
Fire is like inspiration - both can spark
a priceless possibility.
Inspiration is like a shooting star, both come and go..
ROLLING SIMILE POEMS BY PIMMIT HILLS HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS

Cars are like bikes;
they both take you places.
Cars are like bikes, they
both have wheels.
Cars are like roller-skates;
both have 4 wheels.
Roller-skates are like shoes;
they both get you somewhere.
Shoes are like old friends; they fit well
and have walked many roads with me.
Leaves are like money;
both are green.
Leaves are like old people,
both are always falling.
Old people are like raisins;
theyre both wrinkled
Old people are like vegetables;
they never move.
Vegetables are like medicines;
both taste yucky.
***
Life is like a rocky road; both
have their ups and downs.
Rocky Road is like coffee;
both are ice-cream flavors.
Life is like ice-cream; both
are sweet.
Ice-cream is like TV; both
make you hungry.
TV is like a concert;
people are always around them.
MAKING WORD PICTURES THE METAPHORS WORKSHOP

Our everyday language is woven of metaphors. Note the verb woven implies our language is a cloth,
and thus this sentence has a hidden metaphor in it. The despised cliche is colorful metaphor that keeps
on living and becomes overused and hackneyed: e.g.: the hands of a clock, tied to his mothers apron
strings, a check that bounces, an election won by a landslide, how fast time flies, mad as a hatter
(chemicals in the hat makers trade often made them crazy).
1 usually start off with a request for similes that come to mind (after establishing students know the
difference between a simile and a metaphor.)
Simile -e.g.: happiness is like a butterfly, it only lasts a while.
Metaphor e.g.: happiness is a butterfly.
School is like a circus school is a circus.
After the students have grasped the difference between a simile and a metaphor, I have them write
similes and turn them into metaphors.
Feelings are particularly inarticulate, wordless and almost always best expressed in metaphor or simile.
We have general words for emotions like love, hate, awe, compassion, pity, but they are abstract
words, not specific enough. You could say you love your mother, your dog, pepperoni pizza and
Hawaii. To verbalize the exact feeling, you could say my love is like a red, red rose or a yellow rose,
a violet, or even pistachio icecream. in such cases, the speaker/writer borrows the vocabulary that
belong to something else and uses it to say what s/he wants to convey.
Metaphors work in a bewildering number of ways and do a bewildering variety of jobs, sometimes so
complexly that a conscious analysis would need three pages of prose to follow and describe how their
effect is achieved. They may illustrate or explain (the body is a plumbers nightmare); they can
emphasize, heighten, shock, communicate information or ideas (see Sylvia Plaths poem Mirror.)
Metaphors can carry a tone, a feeling or attitude, they can act as a language of associations as they do
in the poem Sir, Say No More by Trumbull Stickney (1874 - 1904) .
Sir, say no more,
Within me tis as if
The green and climbing eyesight of a cat
Crawled near my minds poor birds.
Exercise 1: Speak in the voice of a thing or person other than yourself. Tell how it sees and feels
about its life. Use Mirror as an example.
Exercise 2: Write a poem about yourself, the way you seem to others and the way you see yourself,
using metaphor in place of adjective e.g.
I am a rock
I am hard, outside and in.
Nobody can hurt me
If I am a rock.
.
Or: My head is baseball, my head is homework,
My head is Madonna strutting on a stage.
MIRROR by Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
SELF-PORTRAIT WORKSHOP
Children love to think and write about themselves. I begin this workshop with an Art Activity: I have
students draw a self-portrait using hand mirror and markers, crayons / pen/ pencils. It can be a serious
self-portrait or a modernistic, wacky portrait.
I tell them after they have drawn their portrait, Ill like them to look at the face in the mirror and the
face in the picture. Things to think about:
What do you notice first, any distinguishing mark that stands out?
What do you like best about your face/ hair etc.
What do other people usually compliment you on?
What aspect of you would you wish different?
Jot down thoughts, phrases, words.
I tell students they can write in the third person or personify the featuree.g.
This face gets up in the middle of the night
This face goes to bed in the morning.
This face goes boldly where feet dont want to go.. and so on.
Or Write a poem about something triggered by looking at your drawing. It can be a physical feature.
My Nose the way my face
My nose is like a hook is.
In the center of my face Ana Acevedo
Catching smells.
By Anna J, Copetanalos, "How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!''
Drew Elem. School 1998 Who has written such volumes of stuff!
Some think him ill-tempered and Queer,
This face is big But a few think him pleasant enough."
This face likes pizza with lots of cheese -- Edward Lear
This face does not like school
This face rather be at home sometimes. Self-Portrait by Jason Sher, Gr. 3, Jamestown
This face likes football
This face is smart My hair is like mud in the pond.
This face is plain. My eyes are like brown markers.
Raymond Johnson My teeth are white as cotton.
My ears can hear anything.
I like chocolate My heart holds happiness.
the color of my eyes. I live in garbage
I'm pretty like the and eat stinky socks.
flowers and my lips
are like the fire.
I'm smart and
nice and I like
SOUND WORKSHOP
I find sounds a wonderful springboard for the imagination and for making images. I bring in noise
makers paper for crumpling, two pieces of wood to tap, aluminum foil to rattle, a bottle of water
(half-empty) to slosh, bell to ring, etc. I ask the students to close their eyes and listen and then write
down what it sounds like. They can write down the phonetic spelling of the sound itself, then make a
word picture so someone reading/hearing their words would also be able to picture the sound and the
situation. E.g. someone tapping is not enough. Who is doing it, where, perhaps even why. Some one
knocking on a door in a hurry, or quietly trying not to be heard. After 5 or 6 sounds, I ask students to
make up a story or write a poem about a specific time or event or occasion using those sounds, or other
sounds.
APPLICATIONS: This workshop can be used to review history, geography or social studies. Have
students write a poem focusing on the sounds as if she or he lived at the time of the historical period or
in the place or culture being studied.
I hear cows are screaming at my aunts house

And I hear dogs screaming. I hear frogs
croaking. And I hear my cousin giving food
to cows, and cows are eating, umpf, umpf.
And I hear a cicada, it is whirring. And I hear
someone is walking through the grass.
- Ann Y. Elder
In my country,
the dog says wek wek wek shoo wag.
The frog says bigik, bigik, bigik, bigik.
The rooster says Ko ko koo ooooo.
- Safa-Alhusahi
When I wake up, I hear s,s,s,s,s, - my mother
is cooking. When I eat my breakfast,
I hear ks, ks, ks, ks, my dad is washing
his face. When I brush my teeth, I hear
brm, brm, brm, brm my dad is going
to work in his car. When Im going to the bus stop,
I hear kui kui, a bus has stopped for me.
SOUNDS IN MY COUNTRY
In my country, Philippines, people love pig.
Because every time they have wedding and other
parties, they love to eat pig, different kinds of pig.
Pigs are cute in my country.
When pigs are hungry, they say oirk oirk.
Chickens say chick chick
Rooster says cock co rok kok.
Dogs say aw aw.
Cats go miawng miawng
and ducks go gwuek gwuek.
- Alba Yabut
SOUNDS IN KOREA
In Korea many animals make different sounds.
Pigs go Koor-koor
Dogs go Mung-mung
Birds go Chak-chak
Cats go Ya-ong.
Frogs go Ga goor, ga-goor.
In Korea, many things make different sounds.
Cars go Bang-bang.
Telephones go Thaloo-roong
Bells go Ding-ding
Clocks go Thock-tak, thock-tak.
The bells in church go DONG DONG.
Its weird that each country has different sounds.
I guess thats because we cant copy the sounds
and different people hear things differently.
- Sunyoung Kim
-----
Sounds in Jamestown
On Sunday morning I hear the church bells ring. Horse hooves clatter on the cobblestone paths and
children are playing games like marbles. We cook bacons and eggs for breakfast. I hear the eggs
sizzling in the pan and the crunch of the bacon.
In the afternoon an Indian war cry echoes in the distance. Later I hear guns shooting and the swish
of the bows and arrows.
In the evening I hear deer in the forest and squirrels running up trees. As darkness comes, I hear
wolves howling and owls hooting. The wind whistles through the pine trees. I fall asleep to their quiet
lullaby.
-- Douglas Wackerle, Mrs. Simmons 4th grade.
PHOTOGRAPHS INTO POEMS
For this exercise, I bring in photographs cut from magazines like National Geographic or Art/
Photography magazines, each mounted on cardboard. I ask students to pick a photograph that snags
and holds their eye, that something in them answers to with interest and resonance. For additional
poems, they can pick a photo from their family albums. The family album photograph need not be a
good photographin fact, sometimes, the botched one will have more resonance. You might choose
a photograph that someone has taken of you or of someone you know. Judith McCombs has a
wonderful poem on a photograph of her father and his ex-girlfriend who was not her mother, on what
might have been but did not happen. Or you can use a photograph from an artistic or journalistic
magazine (DoubleTake and National Geographic are good sources.) Or a photograph that documents a
historical event. Miles David Moores fabulous poem Dead Boy in the Road to Fredericksburg is
written on Matthew Bradleys photograph of a casualty of the Civil War.
to see something in the form of a photograph is to encounter a potential object of fascination.

Photographs, which cannot themselves explain anything, are inexhaustible invitations to deduction,
speculation, and fantasy.
With the photograph in hand, I ask students to spend some time writing out just what you see in it:
objects, landscape, people, clothes, trees, architecture, light, and shadow. In a sense, you will have
to narrate the photograph, or at least make images so that we can, literally, see what you are talking
about without seeing the photograph. Then, using the same photograph, I have students write
different poems from it, from some of the following perspectives or points-of-view:
1. what you see and think is happening, what is the person(s) in the photograph feeling.
2. Speak in the voice of the photographer and give the imagined story of the moment captured.
3.Speak in the voice of someone or something in the photograph.
4.For family album photos, speak as yourself addressing the poem to someone in the
photograph.
An additional shift in perspective can be uncovered by writing poems in which you manipulate
time.
1. Write what happened just before the photograph was taken.
2. Write what happened as the photograph was being taken, outside the range of the camera.
3. Write the poem as if you have found the photograph years after it was taken.
4. Write exactly the same poem in three versions: in the present tense, the past tense, and the future
tense.
John Szarkowski writes, Photography is a system of visual editing. At bottom, it is a matter of

surrounding with a frame a portion of ones cone of vision, while standing in the right place at the right
time. Like chess, or writing, it is a matter of choosing from among given possibilities.
One way of revising poems is to shake up the original poem, to see it from different perspectives, to
re-see it. Sudden shifts in perspective open a poem up to us again and help us to surpass our
resistances to revision: stubbornness, attachment to predictability, and the touching, understandable
love of our own first seeing. One way of practicing revision is to work a poem that has the same
focus of attention through several different points of view. While the focus of the poem remains the
same, we can see how we speak it, revising by generating new poems. Photos provide a stable focus
and seem to be especially suited to writing with these kinds of shifts.
Maggie Anderson says, Any photograph is a record made by a person who was shifting around
something shifting that they saw. When we look at a photograph, we shift around what the
photographer has made to stand still. Imagine the lives that came to that point of time in the
photograph, imagine the what might happen and did not, imagine the lives after that point in their
timelines and you will find your poems.
DEAD BOY IN THE ROAD AT FREDERICKSBURG

(Photographed by Mathew Brady, May 1863)
Youre pictured blankly, in all-neutral tones.
Flung like a starfish on the trampled sod,
You lie still as Virginia takes your bones
And yields them up to Brady and to God.
At least your family was spared the horror
Brought to our time at six in living color,
But not the anguish of the empty chair
At supper, or the lash of each cross word,
Or half-dreamed listening to hear your bare
Feet on the stairs. A century has blurred
HOW you lost both the Christmases and quarrels
When those Yanks let you have it with both barrels.
Its old as Caesar. You were starry-eyed
Over a star-crossed flag of bonnie blue
Till that rough monster which no flag can hide
Rose on its haunches and devoured you.
God knows that every cause and every hurt
Arc ashes in the equalizing dirt,
So that the men who died on Spartas slopes
Were dung to fertilize the olives fruit
And now some living mothers brightest hopes
Lie dying on the tarmac in Beirut.
We turn on our TVs, and hear the cry
Of Belfast and Soweto as they die;
Through the millennia the murdered march
To someone elses tune and memory
And through some other guys triumphal arch.
You and they are no one. Youre history.
Repeating rifles always bear repeating.
The silent beast that ate you keeps on eating.
-- Miles David Moore
COLOR YOUR POEMS SATURDAY
We all love color we make color decisions often in our day --- from what to wear, what to eat,
drink, et cetera. Children love thinking and talking about colors. I often begin this workshop with a
taste test for my students. Each student is given a handful of M & M chocolate candies and asked
which color tastes best. Even though some children know and will point out that the taste is
technically the same, they agree that all prefer one or another color to eat first or to save for last. We
then engage in a brief discussion of how their choices relate to their favorite colors, in clothes, in walls,
ink, etc. and how we associate colors with emotion: - having the blues, feeling browned off, a test day
being a black day.
Lesson: Students develop thinking skills and make interdisciplinary connections. This exercise
stimulates as many senses and ways of knowing as possible (multiple intelligences) and enhances
curiosity
We explore further with the following questions:
What color is Saturday? Monday?

What is the color of a headache?
What color is the sound of drums? a horse running? in grass? in the desert?
What color is the sound of a lost kitten? puppy?
What color is Africa? Washington? your home town?
What color is the taste of a taco?
How do certain colors make you feel?

Bronze makes me feel like a dead statue.
Red makes me feel hot. Blue makes me feel quiet.
The following are sections from a color spectrum poem written by my second daughter, Shoshana
Goldberg in Grade 6.:-
Gray is sorrow, like rain and tears.

Like death or failure, of a job done poorly.
Gray is sadness, needing help.
Black is horror.
Shadows on a wall, an eerie noise,
A creaky door, an endless hole.
Black is unknown.
It is important at this stage to stress to students the need to write concretely, to make word pictures
instead of explaining only what a color means. As illustrated by the above, black is horror is not as
interesting or vivid to us as shadows on a wall. etc. The concrete things that are scary to the writer
makes us relate to it emotionally and makes the piece a poem.
Exercise 1: Use one of the following forms to make up a poem with your favorite or least favorite
color or a spectrum of colors.
Additional Resource for Elementary students: Mary ONeill : Hailstones & Halibut Bones
Form A -
(color) is ____ (animal or part of an animal e.g. pink is the nose on a bunny rabbit.)
(color) is the smell of ________( e.g. green is the smell of pancakes on St. Patricks day)
(color) is the sound of _________ (noun & sentence)
(color) likes to be with____(color) They ---- dance/melt/sing_(action verb) together.
(color) makes me feel_________
FORM B:-- I love -------- (color) of the fur on a ____
I love __________(color), the ________(adjective) ______
of the fur on a (animal)
I love __________(color), the _______ (adjective) ______ (color)
of ______________________________
Form C -
Pick a color and use it wherever (color appears below.) If writing about a least favorite color,
substitute I do not like or I hate for I love
I love _________(color) things
I like _______ (plural noun), ______ ,and _______
I love big ______ (color) ________ (noun)
that ______________________________________
I love small ______ (color) ________
that _______________________________________ (verb sentence)
Exercise 2 (Advanced):-
Here are some questions to have the class discuss and freely associate with things they know. What
are the colors you associate with your family? Your house? think of clothes, walls, curtains, roof,
street.
With your culture? The Chinese love red - you see a lot of red pillars and walls in Chinese
architecture. Chinese brides wore red embroidered jackets until 1942. The brides switched to pink and
then white. White only became accepted with Western tradition and was resisted by the older
generations because traditionally, white is the color of mourning and funerals. Ask students write a
poem or story about a childhood experience involving an aspect of color traditions in their culture:
Superstition by Hilary Tham
The Chinese believe our dead return

as white butterflies on happy occasions,
to shed a blessing on the birth of sons,
to drink the moist scents of bridal teas.
White butterflies never appear at funerals

or at the pitch of familial battles
when Father smashed chairs and china
and Mother wielded words with equal violence.
Sister died young. I grew and left home.

The first time I returned, with m~ children,
Father was proud, Mother jubilant
A white butterfly flew into the house.
Additional Resource for Elementary students: Mary ONeill : Hailstones & Halibut Bones
INSIDES/OUTSIDES POEMS
the star in the apple
the nest in the pomegranate,
the maze in the onion.
from the poem Wonders of the World
by Richard Shelton
This workshop is wonderful with elementary school children. I bring in some fruits and vegetables
(such as apples, oranges, pomegranates, bananas, kiwi, onions, potatoes, cabbage, red peppers). I slice
the apple in half around the waist so that there is a star apparent. I carry the two halves around the
classroom so that the students can see the star. Then I slice the onion and the cabbage in turn and let
the children see the maze in each. We then cut some of the other fruits in half and let the children tell
me what they see.
The lesson in this workshop gives students practice in creative seeing and creative thinking, pushes
them to look and think beyond the surface appearance of things. It also teaches them to make
connections to life situations and relationships.
For a group exercise: The students are seated in groups and each group is given a sampling of a
certain fruit or vegetable. One person in the group is assigned to write what the fruit looks like before
and after cutting, how it grows, how they usually prepare it for eating. Also what it smells like, and
finally, what it tastes like.
Students are asked to compare their foods to objects that are basically different. E.g.. A banana
tastes like banana is not acceptable. After the writing, students can share the leftover cut-up food.
Additional Exercises:
A:- Students write a poem about their family preparing and eating a traditional or favorite dish and
his/her feelings on the occasion.
B:- Students write a poem about their favorite or most disliked food, the first time they tasted it and
his/her feelings about it.
C: Insides/Outsides. This is my favorite writing exercise with this workshop. Discuss exterior
appearance versus interior e.g.. apples, onion, and compare with impressions of people e.g..
their best friend on first meeting and later when they got to know them. Ask students to write a
poem about how they seem to others and how they know they actually are. Students can use
one of the following motifs to start up their poems. This is also a good exercise in reviewing
Opposites.
Sample 1: On the outside, Im ________ (e.g. noisy as a seagull)

On the inside. Im ___________ (e.g. quiet as a mouse in a hole.)
Sample 2: People think Im .

but ____
Sample 3: I seem to be
but really I am
Inside/outside motif poems -- Pedro Vides Grade 6, Parkview School
I seem to be like a bird Outside. Im as wellbehaved as an owl

soaring through the air Inside, Im like a wolf ready to howl.
But on the inside. Outside. I seem as big as an ox.
Im a grizzly bear. Inside, Im smaller than a fox.
-- Robert Ingram, Grade 6,Parkview School -- Ryan Pearson Grade 4, Oakview School
****
On the outside I seem to be I may seem to be as hard as a rock

the wind blowing the leaves but on the inside Im as soft as a cotton sock.
off the trees. But Im really I may seem to be wild and uncontrollable
a blossoming tulip.
but on the inside. Im mild and consolable.
I am a locked closet when I may seem to be a Mean Joe Green
I dont want to say anything but on the inside. Im as harmless as a dream.
But I am really an open door I may seem to be very knowledgeable,
when Im excited. but on the inside, my wisdom is fallible.
I may seem to be ever so selfassured
On the outside 1 am like but on the inside, its confidence - I need more.
the moon saying goodnight. I may seem to be lacking in grace
But on the inside. I am really but on the inside. Im lined with lace.
the sun smiling on the world.
Jennifer Tate Grade 6 Why shouldnt I let my insides be reflected?
Parkview School Sorry, I cant, I must be protected.
Mrs. Shirley Powe, Teacher
I seem to be a rough lion Parkview School
but really I am a small white sheep.
I seem to be the sound of a drum
but really I am a small bell.
I seem to be broccoli
but really I am delicious candy.
I seem to be a brown bear
but really I am a white snowflake,
I seem to be a broken flag
but really I am a soft chair.
I seem to be lava falling from the volcano
but really I am a colorful rainbow.
I seem to be a bulldog
but really 1 am a calm rabbit.
I seem to be a building on fire
but really I am a small calm sea at night.
CATERPILLARS & BUTTERFLIES: PERSPECTIVE POEMS
I begin this workshop with a leading question: How many students have touched a butterfly? a
caterpillar? How did they feel? How does the caterpillar see the world? What is important to the
caterpillar? What is important to the butterfly? Are they the same?
Lesson: This workshop teaches students to include the senses in their writing and to use different
points of view in looking at the world around them.
Leading Question: If you were a puppy, what would you. want? What would you fear? If a duck? a
mouse? the sun? the moon? a star? A bed? A dandelion? Pick the point of view of something other
than human and write a poem, speak for it. Use repetitions of If I were a ______ if you like.
WINDOW by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

by Amy McDowell, Grade 7,
Williamsburg School Oh this is the animal that never was.
They hadnt seen one; but just the same, they
As a window, I am beckoning: loved
Come see the new-fallen snow. its graceful movements, and the way it stood
Look at the beautiful sunset. looking at them calmly with clear eyes.
You are always looking through me, **
never at me.
See how sleek I am, Little Fish by D . H. Lawrence
how I glimmer when it rains.
I am always there, never The tiny fish enjoy themselves
noticed. in the sea.
Quick little splinters of life,
The Eagle their little lives are fun to them
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892 in the sea.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
From The Unicorn
The Black Snake **

by Mary Oliver (b. 1935)
The Bat by Theodore Roethke
When the black snake
flashed onto the morning road, By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
and the truck could not swerve- - He likes the attic of an aging house.
death, that is how it happens.
His fingers make a hat about his head.
Now he lies looped and useless His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.
as an old bicycle tire.
I stop the car He loops in crazy figures half the night
and carry him into the bushes. Among the trees that face the corner light.
He is as cool and gleaming But when he brushes up against a screen,

as a braided whip, he is as beautiful and quiet We are afraid of what our eyes have seen.
as a dead brother.
I leave him under the leaves For something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face.
and drive on, thinking **
about death: its suddenness, SEA CREATURE by Alyson Wise, Grade 6
its terrible weight,
its certain coming. Yet under Humans fear me though I wish no harm
Humans hunt me though I think no need
reason burns a brighter fire, which the bones Killing me is just out of greed.
have always preferred.
It is the story of endless good fortune. IF by Johnny Lee, Gr. 6
It says to oblivion: not me! If I was a street, Id be driven over. They would
go
It is the light at the center of every cell. up and down on my back When they reach my
It is what sent the snake coiling and flowing head,
forward I wish they w they poke my eyes and my nose
happily all spring through the green leaves gets knocked.
before But they dont care, just as long as they get
he came to the road. where they are going.
**
IF by Johnny Lee, Gr. 6
**
How doth the little Crocodile If I was a pencil, my feet would be rubbed,
by Lewis Carroll (1832-1898) they would be sharpened and worn.
But thats not bad unless they mess up;
How doth the little crocodile then my head gets rubbed on the paper
Improve his shining tail, to correct the mistakes.
And pour the waters of the Nile ***
On every golden scale! Id like to be a puppy to get all the love.
How cheerfully he seems to grin, I could sleep all day and bark at the birds.
How neatly spreads his claws, Id howl at the wind, pee on the tree.
And welcomes little fishes in A puppy is what Id like to be.
With gently smiling jaws!
THEN & NOW: TIME PERSPECTIVE POEMS
Lesson: Perspective - We change as we grow older; the way we see and feel about things also
changes. This exercise challenges students to reexamine the way they viewed things in the
past and now.
Poem for Discussion: I read aloud this poem and use it as a springboard for discussion on time and
change in our lives, our world. I ask students to think about whether they have changed in
the way they look at the world and how the world has changed since they were small.
I remember
I remember when I had a babysitter;
but now I am in charge.
I remember when monsters didnt like perfume,
but now I know there are no monsters.
I remember when multiplication was impossible,
but now Im in algebra.
I remember when stairs were dangerous,
but now I know of guns and drugs.
by Megan ONeill, Grade 4, Drew Elementary School
Ample time should be allowed for students to discuss

1: how they viewed things when they were small: like where they thought money came from, night
time, what things were they afraid of when small, etc.
2: how things have changed in the world since they were small, or since their parents were kids, or
since an earlier period in history.
Students are asked to complete the following incomplete lines with statements, using images, word
pictures. Students are not to explain the series of statements should lead the reader to a conclusion
of why. The word BECAUSE is not allowed in the poem.
I used to think ____________________

but now I know________________________
I used to think________________________
but now I know________________________
I used to love_________________________
but now I love________________________
--- -- -- -- --
When I was small,
I thought the moon
and the stars were stickers
on the ceiling of the world.
-- Monique Hayes, Gr. 3, Drew Elementary School.
Growing Up by Wong May

When I was a child I thought
The new moon was a cradle
The full moon was grannys round face.
The new moon was a banana
The full moon was a big cake.
When I was a child
I never saw the moon.
I only saw what I wanted to see.
And now I see the moon
Its the moon,
Only the moon, and nothing but the moon.
The Ocean
Once the ocean was a clear crystal blue
Now it is dark, a polluted gray-blue.
Once it was Welcome, come swim,
Now it is warning, Chemicals found.
Once I had freedom to run on the beach,
Now there is litter, deep in the sand.
Once the waves crashed on the beach,
Now they are silent, mild and meek.
Once the beach was a great place to go,
Now it is empty and amusement parks full.
-- Stephanie Kuldell, Gr. 5, Drew School.
**
I Remember
by Jack Strabo
I remember when I didnt know what 1 + 1 was. (2).
Now I know what 89x32 is. 2,848.
I remember when I thought everything was mine.
Now I know I have to share.
I remember when being alone could be dangerous.
Now I know that wars are dangerous.
I remember when I couldnt say my name.
No I can say Algebra.
I remember when I thought walking was hard.
Now I know schoolwork is hard.
I remember when I thought everything was dangerous.
Now I know about drugs, cigarettes and cigars.
I remember when I thought five dollars was a lot of money.
Now I know $1,000 is a lot of money.
** **
THE POEM ON AIR

This is a wonderful exercise for freeing the imagination and inducing a sense of being free to play
with words, language.
I focus students by giving them balloons to inflate, soap bubbles to play with. We talk about air in
balloons, soap bubbles, air bubbles in water, helium balloons that rise, hot air balloons. Wed discuss-
what is air? How do we know air is there? When can we see air? bubbles in ice, when there are
particles in air e.g. dust motes in a shaft of sunlight, fog, steam, smog.
Brainstorming exercises:
Name the forms of air - breeze, wind, flutter, currents, gusts, tornado, hurricanes, twisters, cyclones,
typhoon (big wind in Chinese), monsoon.
If I were air, I'd be ______ (name a form of air with an action verb to show why it appeals)
Using simile, metaphor, explore the following
Air feels like ____ e.g. someone lifting my hair, a giant leaning on me
sounds like ____
moves like _____
smells like ____
looks like ____
If air were an animal, it would be a _____ (e.g. tiger chasing a rabbit)

If music, air would sound like ____ wind chimes, temple bells, drums
What historic events are connected with air ____
What does air fear? -___
What does air want? ____
What can air teach us? __
What feelings /emotions are like air? ____
Writing exercises:-
Write a poem on air the everyday air we take for granted or one of the forms of air... stories the wind
tells the leaves, scents/smells and sounds that flow from a Italian kitchen, someone cooking hot dogs
& sauerkraut? curry? Write a poem starting with a memory of a smell.
AIR- Group poem by Mrs. Vetter's 4th/5th Air would be a big fat blue whale and make
grade Class, Drew Model School BIG SPLASHES.
If I were air, Air would be a rhino -- he can move through

I'll be helium and make people anything.
talk funny all the time. It'd be a cheetah. It can go a long way
I'll be smoke from a fire and go outside and not get tired.
and have fun.
I'll be a tornado because I'd get to destroy I'd like air to be a ladybug -- it can give luck
things. and
I'll be hurricane. I'll knock down houses make wishes come true.
and trees,
I'll be a planet filled with carbon dioxide If I were air, I'd be afraid of fighting
so anyone who lands on me will die. with myself, and hurting people.
I'll be Raid and kill all the cockroaches. I'd be playful and cool people on hot days.
I'll be carbon dioxide in a fire-extinguisher
and blow out all the fires. If I were air, I'd be afraid of fire
I'll be weather so I can control heat and and pollution, of building machines and dust,
weather. afraid of going into outer space
I'll be a flurry and make the snow melt and dying there.
before it touches the ground. I'll blow
the snow around.
I'll be crisp clean cool air for a CPR nurse
to breathe life into people.
I'll be a whisper -- I'll keep secrets
with me.
I'll be the smell of a rose.
When you're the smell of a rose,
people like you
and give you to someone else.
I'll never die, I'll be reborn
each summer, I'll come back
each summer, I'll be
the smell of a rose.
AIR POEM Part 2 by Mrs. Vetter's 4/5 grade

Class
If air were an animal, it'll be a bird

it'll be a pigeon, small and light. And it will
soar.
No, air would be a tiger because it destroys
things.
Air would be a horse, quiet and tame.

Horses are soft, usually. They flow
easily as the wind.
Air would be a dolphin, quiet at times,

yet if mad, it can be destructive.
WATER MAGIC
Students often need help in starting to write freely and to give their imaginations free rein, this is
more true of older students who feel their dignity/image may suffer if they say something far-fetched
or not usual. Many of my workshops start out as play, to loosen up my students and get them into a
spirit of play and let them know it is all right to have fun and take risks with their ideas.
I got this workshop from a Pennsylvania poet, Christopher Bursk with whom I taught a free evening
writing class for the homeless at the Washington, D.C. Center for Creative on-Violence in 1989. For
this class, I bring in water balloons filled with water and hand them out. Students are encouraged to
hold the water balloons, feel their heft, weight, texture, and brainstorm along the following guidelines:-
Teacher records what is said on large sheet of paper or the blackboard. Then we review these and edit
and arrange into a group poem.
I were water, Id be ____________

(Each student names a kind of water and what its doing and why it appeals)
Using metaphor, similes, describe the properties of water:
Water feels like _____
sounds like ________
smells like ___________
looks like ____________
If water were an animal, itd be _______
If water were music, itd be __________ (a harp? a drum? )
What is waters history? ________
What does water want? _________
What does water fear? __________
What can water teach us? _____________-
If water were magical, what would you have it do? ________ (Ask students to think about myths like
the fountain of youth, the uses of water in religions, etc.)
Exercise:
Write a poem about your favorite form of water and how it makes you feel.
Write a poem about a dream or a person (relative, friend) in which water is involved.
by Sarah Staab GR. 4

SAMPLE POEMS:
If I were water
If I were water, Id be Ocean. No, too salty..
. Ill have sharks in me.
Id a river without pollution
I dont want to discovered, especially
not by my brother.
Id be a fabled river on an undiscovered island.
Id be waterfall Snowman, Ice on a lake
that people skate on.
Id be cascade of icicles on a roof,
Water shows no mercy if it is a mighty river. a fountain that people throw pennies in.
It rages on and on and on. Id be water in a bottle waiting
When it rains, the river grows and becomes for my mother to drink me.
stronger.
Then the burning sun comes out and weakens Water feels... heavy, splashy, wet.
the river. It moves around
The river roars and grabs, fights and pulls. when you squeeze, it wants to pop out.
It has no feelings, no sympathy.
Its victim is anyone in the river. Water sounds like a hungry mans stomach,
-- Nat Parry Grade 8 fish kicking, soda fizzing, a. boat,
Thomas Jefferson School a ball rolling on the floor.
Water feels like a smooth, slow-motion dream Water smells.. the Potomac River smells,
that goes on like flour, seawater, seaweed, swimming
and on forever. It feels heavy and swift, it goes pool chlorine,
on like a dream. like dead fish, pollution.
Austin Hawkins, Gr. 8,
Thomas Jefferson School Water fears nothing, water fears man, fears
death
Water by evaporation.
Water is beautiful, If water were an animal, itd be an eagle that

Water is fun, g]ides,
Water flows nicely, a pterodactyl dinosaur, a dog,
Water glistens in the sun. a clear slug.
Water is nice, It would be a dove riding through the air.
Water neither cold or hot
And when you make spaghetti, it by Grade 4, Oakview School.
boils in the pot. Ryan N. Pearson, Maggie Pancost, Valerie Mayworm,
by Katherine A. Whatmore Katherine A. Whatmore, Yoon Kyung Mm, Diana
Grade 4 Veiga, Sarah Staab & Lynda Modesto
Water
Water flows like a Doves beak glows.
A person needs water to live their life.
The things that live need water because
almost everything needs a drink, even plants.
Even when its raining, you can have fun
because you can pretend that the drops are you
tiptoeing,
trying to scare someone.
Red is nice, green is great, but if we didnt have
blue,
I would probably invent it myself.
If I were snow, Ill be

on a tree branch.
SNOW If I were snow, Ill be
Snow is cold. falling.
Snow is slippery. If I were snow, Ill be a big blizzard.
Snow tastes like water. If I were snow, Ill fall
Snow is white on someones house.
like a cloud. If I were snow, I would not want
Snow is silent to be stepped on.
when it falls. If 1 were snow, I would wish
Ice is slippery. Never to melt.
Ice crackles By Ms. Fishers Grade One class
when you step on it.
Ice feels hard. WATER
When it snows,
me and my dad go sledding. If I ware water, Id be
I do snowball fights with my friends. in a cloud.
We make a snowman. If I were water, Id be
I make igloos. falling.
If I were water, Id
Snow is fun! join my friends and wave.
But snow melts in the sun.
-- by Ms. Darrigos Kindergarten class If I were water, I wouldnt want
Jamestown Elementary School 2001 to be polluted.
The rivers start to freeze If I were water, I would wish for
Everything is quiet again. oil to stay away.
Nothing moves but the tumbling of snow. If I were water, Id change
Animals searching for food as they wonder with the temperature.
Where does the green go? If I were water, Id be
-- Steve Nelson, Gr. 8, T.J. School. everywhere.
Mrs. Fishers First Grade
SNOW
EARLY MEMORIES POEMS
Memories are a rich resource for poems. The earliest thing you remember or any incident that
has vividness means that it had made a impact for a reason, usually emotional, on you at the
time. First comes the remembering, making notes as the memory unfolds and then, selecting
details, arranging them in the best order for the poem and then checking for clarity. Often,
students omit the most important bit of information e.g.: one student recalled being in a bath as a
2 year old, the lovely bubbles, being rushed to hospital and everyone being most anxious for her
life. She omitted one small but needed detail that she had drunk the bubble bath liquid
because she knew it and assumed it was obvious. I got this exercise from my friend Elaine
Maggarell and it is one of my favorites. This reinforces the basics of good writing and coherent
think, organization and presentation through practice in selecting details, and arranging the poem
in the best order.
Presentation: Im going to take you back in time. Use a sheet of paper to make notes. Write one
note on each line. Then youll turn these notes into a poem.
Go back in time to your earliest memory of a place. How old are you? What place are you in?
What is around you? What is on the floor? What is hanging on the wall? What sounds do you
hear - radio, TV, people speaking - what do they say? What smells are in the air? How do they
make you feel? What is the last thing you put in your mouth? - thumb, pacifier? How did it
taste? What is rubbing on your skin? Who is there with you? Write down what is said. How do
you feel in this memory?
In this time and place, what were you afraid of? What did you think might happen? What
might happen to you?
What is confusing in this place and time? What always happens? What do you wish would
happen that never happens? that sometimes happens
Why does this memory/incident have significance? What meaning do you see in it?
I had a high school student whose earliest memory was sitting quietly in his mothers lap when
he was three. Nothing happened in this memory. He just remember the peace of the memory.
When he got to this final question, he thought about it and realized that was the last time he was
an only child his mother was pregnant with his brother. And was able to turn his memory
notes into a beautiful poem.
Taking the notes you made, underline the interesting parts. Now number them in the order you
plan to use them. Cross out the unimportant words or lines and add anything interesting that you
can think of. Circle the interesting words, the ones with nice sounds and images.
If you like, you can find some words to repeat.

Add a metaphor or simile if it will make the notes more interesting, vivid E.g.: the big kitchen
knife lay on the table like a threat. Her words came at me like thrown swords.
Now choose words and phrases from your notes to make a poem. You can add or change
things to make the poem better. it need not be true; it must only feel true and right to you.
DONT TRY TO SHOCK. You are trying to share an experience.
Find a title for your poem - it can be a word or a phrase from the poem itself. Everyone will
want to title their poem My Earliest memory. Please dont state the obvious. Make your title
work for the poem. Your title should be interesting and give a hint to what the poem is about or
give some additional information that. is not in the poem. Every word, phrase of the poem
should be a necessary part of the poem. Cut out superfluous words that dont add to the poem.
SAMPLE MEMORY POEMS
WHEN by Shirley Geok-lin Lim
When I was a child, I would watch the spray

Break phosphorescence at my feet then run away.
There was so much sea, always rhythmically
And gently pulling to the horizon.
There was the enormous starry clarity
Of sky and, sharply carried up
The breeze, the smells of pines and salty sea.
It was a childs preoccupation
To stare at the yellow coin of moon,
To crumble pine needles between thumb and finger,
Not thinking anything particular, to linger,
Watching the trees bend in the wind, sea dance,
Till you knew it was time to be home soon,
And straightaway left with no backward glance.
FAMILY FIGHT by Hilary Tham Growing up in a dirt lane of shacks,

far from the brick mansions of rich
When I was nine, Father relatives, I did not feel poor.
and Mother walked out on us, After all, our house had a zinc
each swearing never to return. roof and a real cement floor.
The neighbors flapped about, We had a father who worked, a mother
laying words in their path. who managed to feed us a little
In their anger, we were not their children vegetable with rice
but weapons to use against the other.
All five of us ran after them even at months end
casting their names like nets when neighbors children
and stopped by the gate, unable ate gruel.
to choose the parent to pursue.
The nuns at school asked for help
Once in a happier time, with the fair to raise money
when they were pleasant together, For The Poor. In a glow of goodwill
we visited a ruined temple.
Its once-white walls were charred, I volunteered (it would only cost a dollar)
their blood-red bricks exposed, a gallon of black sea-grass jelly
the courtyard littered with roof tiles, to make drinks to sell.
pieces of broken gods.
Mother cried when 1 told her.
Our parents returned the next day. It was the end of the month
They continued, unhappy with each other and her last dollar was for food.
while I gathered fractured gods She gave me the dollar and we ate gruel
in dreams of broken temples.
that week, the first time I knew
mothers can cry.
THE LAST DOLLAR by Hilary Tham
MEMORY POEMS
At three, waiting to be led somewhere
standing in bright grass, the smell filling
my nose.
There is silence, my parents in the background.
A stone, perhaps a tombstone, perhaps
a sign, it clouds only my vision.
I have no fear as I feel the breeze sweep
across me.
Everything is crystal clear.
My father takes my hand and I go.
- David Bloomberg
My Memory
by Jamal Sanders, Gr. 7, Paul Jr., High
I was 11.
I was in the hospital.
My grandmother, uncle and mother
Surrounded me.
I heard the radio and TV.
They were talking about my education.
I hugged my mom.
I was afraid of her dying.
I wish she was still here.
My mom was sweet as a rose.
She lives in my memory.
**
My Memory
by Casey Smith, Gr. 7, Paul Jr. High THE DOLL by Hilary Tham
I ate a bottle, actually I ate Mother said:
Two bottles of Flintstones vitamins. I cannot afford to buy one but I will make you
I was 4 years old. a doll.
I am in my living room on my chair
Reaching for the bottle on top of the fridge 2 Popsicle sticks
in the kitchen. I remember crossed and tied with string.
My shoes are on the floor and 2 eyes with brows pencilled in.
the top of the bottle is on the floor too. A quick stroke of another pen
I hear the TV, it is on. made a scarlet smiling mouth. Then
There is no one talking, just me a dab of glue and cotton wool.
and my brother chowing down. 2 scraps of cloth from the sewing
My mom is sleeping. basket, with lace tacked on.
I smelled the vitamins in the bottle.
It smelled wonderful. And Doll was fully formed, with
I had vitamins in my mouth. a change of clothes to hand.
They tasted extraordinary.
I feel good at first.
Peoples hands at the hospital Doll lived under my pillow for years.
Pumping me like a person pumping gas. She did not meet the porcelain doll,
This memory came to me because the plastic dolls on our street.
It was appalling and surprising They had real hair, hands with fingers
And an important lesson that night. and toes on their feet.
**
TOUCH/ SENSES
One of the most important tools of good writing is using words that bring images (word
pictures) to the readers mind. I tell my students: When you write a poem, you are making word
pictures in the mind of your reader. Word choice is important. The word daisy or hibiscus
will evoke a sharper and clear image than the word flower. Frangipani or coconut palm is
better than tree.
Lesson: Making word pictures, using words with precision.
WHATS IN A WORD by Siv Cedering
Say bird,
and a sparrow appears
Inside you and ruffles
its feathers.
Say cardinal
and the bird turns red.
Suddenly it is winter,
With a lot of snow. And look!
There are sunflower seeds
in the feeder.
Leading Question: What are the five senses? Have students name them: sight, hearing, taste,
smell and touch.
What can touch tell you - e.g. feel your hand, your hair. Paper, sneakers, floor, carpet.
What are some words that give us touch sensing?
Have students feel wood, bark, paper, onion., plastic, etc. and name sensory words.
Rough, smooth, hard, soft, silky, thin, thick, tough, bumpy, sticky, fuzzy, dry wet, spongy,
soapy, springy, wooly, heavy, boggy, cool, hot, cold, warm, sharp, blunt, solid, squishy.
Does a dog feel the same all over? What touch sense words might one use to describe your dog?
Use a simile to make it more interesting. Example: the tongue of my dog is rough as sandpaper.
Nest, think of an abstraction something you cannot touch or handle, like emotions, ideas.
Happiness is my puppy licking my face with its wet tongue.
Friendship can be smooth as water or bumpy as tree bark.
Do a practice run on the black board with feelings suggested by the students.:
Anger feels like _____ ,
Sadness is like_________
Joy is like _______
Exercise: Write a poem about things you like and show the reader how they feel sample:
I like rabbits theyre smooth.

I like cats theyre smooth
I like ice-cream, sold, soft and sweet.
I like a rabbits nose cold and slippery.
I like plastic toys that are usually hard.
I like sunflowers theyre smooth and bright yellow.
I like honey flowers -- their insides feel weird.
I like horses theyre big and hairy.
I like a pony it has a soft tail.
When Im sad, I feel wet and cold, like crying tears.
When I feel mad, I feel hard as a rock.
By Mrs. Sistrunks Kindergarten Class, Jamestown School
Rawan Alhhusami, Shah Azad, Paul Cavanaugh, Jordan Chiang, Kellie Cornwell, Raris
El-Mi, Jonathan Howick, Giedre Kazragyte, James Kurael, Hannah Mayberry, Alexander
McAuliffe, Xavier Palaathingal, David Romero, Shreya Sharma, Nader Sobhani,
Muhammed Tanoli, Caitlin Thomas, Linda Tran, Reyna Umanzor, Jose Villatoro and
Michael Webster
Exercise 2: Write an action poem: about things you like to do and how it feels to the 5 senses--
taste, smell, touch, hearing, sight. Pick interesting verbs, adverbs and adjectives and
onomatopoeic wordswords that sound like their meaning e.g. crunch, boom.
I like to catch new snow as it falls -

Dry and white as paper.
I like to walk in squishy snow
When it melts.
I like to walk when the snow is old and
Hard as ice it goes scrunch scrunch
Under my boots like a giant eating popcorn.
I like snow.
Hilary Tham 3/3/99
HOW TO POEMS OR THE IMPERATIVE VOICE
Telling someone how to do something that the student knows welle.g. How to dress
like a COOL Kid, To make a terrific peanut butter sandwich, Making the walk to school
shorter. Using the imperative voice, speaking as an authority on a subject, can be very
releasing to a poet. It also generates conditions for direct speech, terse and cogent language, the
poet stays very concrete dealing with directions or instructions and can bring out very powerful
poems. And there is always energy from the empowering position of pointing out something
that is clear, real and true to you! The trick is to convince the reader in the poem. Scott Cairns
does this in his poem Imperative.
Imperative
by Scott Cairns
The thing to remember
is how tentative all of this
really is. You could wake up dead.
Or the woman you love

could decide youre ugly.
Maybe shell finally give up
trying to ignore the way you
floss your teeth when
you watch television.
All Im saying is that
there are no sure things here.
I mean, youll probably wake up alive,

and shell probably keep putting off
any actual decision about your looks.
Could be shell be glad your teeth
are so clean. The morning could be
full of all the love and kindness
you need. Just dont go thinking
you deserve any of it.
Exercise1.: Write a poem telling a specific someone about something definite: e.g. the weather,
how to make a bird-house, how to skin a cat, anything that you know or can fake a convincing
tone and information on. Wearing the mask of Teacher, your tone can be playful, serious,
sarcastic, ironic, as long as it is imperative (commanding), i.e. I know what Im talking about.
Additional Exercises: Write a poem in the voice of someone who knows like a science teacher,
Einstein, or a grandmother, giving directions on how to perform a science experiment to prove
something or how to cook an egg, etc. Remember to make it interesting and add word pictures
and use similes.
Or write a poem in the imperative voice explaining a law of physics like what causes potholes
and what happens when your car drives over one
smashing pennies by James Hopkins

Advice to Travelers
fish out your best one, put it on the tracks. by Hilary Tham
sacrifice something but make it small.
inhale diesel or creosote while you can.
if the lineman comes, hit the dust. If you go
into wayside woods.
remember what you can of ryegrass, rust, make noise, crush bracken,
slag heaps. think of grease and smokestacks. whistle a noisy tune.
the changes are small, but criminal. Do not step
hopper-car skeletons, tankers, piggybacks. on the nose
of an earth godling
an ear and steel are a tender match asleep in the ground.
listen and youll hear the wheels. Give the tree spirit a chance
things like this you wont spend later, to move before
and that thrumming is the coming of autumn. you piss on his foot.
if you think of value, spit it out. If you offend

consider ozone or the compression of air. a petty god with
dont worry, youve got plenty of dimes, a human indignity,
rainbows in the oil by your boots. he could pluck a hair
from his scalp and stick it
its ok now, were a good ways back in your rib
is this what you had in mind? to canker and spread
just kneel down here at the edge of the tracks. till you are dead,
relax. shes right on time. or wish you were.
***
THE WISH POEM WORKSHOP

Children love fairy tales and are enriched by the belief that the world is full of
possibility and wonder. I start this workshop by retelling an old fairy tale. The
fisherman and the magical fish. Do not read the story. Tell it with your own
appropriate details.
Once upon a long time ago, there was a fisherman. He was a poor man. He had a
little boat that he rowed out every day to catch fish. Then he took the fish he
caught to market, sold the fish and with the money, bought food and took it home
to his wife. One week he had little luck in his fishing. He did not catch any fish all
week. Soon there was no more food in the house. He was worried but hopeful that
he would catch some fish that day. All day long he sat and laid out his lines. But no
fish nibbled on his hooks. Just when the sun was setting, he caught a fish. It was a
big fish, a big beautiful fish. Its scales shone rainbow colors in the setting sun. The
fisherman was happy. This fish would fetch him a good price and he would be able
to buy lots of food with the money. He began rowing back to shore.
As he rowed, he heard a voice. Let me go, it said. Then he heard it again. Let
me go, and I will make you happy. The fisherman thought he was getting dizzy
and a little crazy from hunger and too much sun. He was hearing voices in the
middle of the empty ocean. Never mind, he would soon have food and rest, after he
sold his fish. He looked at his catch and couldnt believe his eyes. Its mouth was
opening and closing and words came from it. I am a magic fish. Let me go,
Fisherman, and I will give you three wishes. And it said it again and again.
Finally, the fisherman felt sorry for the fish. With a sigh, he stopped rowing. He
took the hook out of the fish and put the fish over the side of his boat. The fish
dove into the salt water. Then its head broke the surface of the dark water. It said,
Remember now, the first three things you wish for will come true. And you cannot
use one of the three to wish for more wishes.
By the time the fisherman reached the beach, he was wondering if it had all been
a dream. Since he had no fish to sell, he went straight home. His wife too had been
hungry all day and looking forward to his coming back with food. When she saw
he had brought nothing, she remembered all the things he had done wrong in the
past. And she scolded him for them again. He said, Calm down, Wife. I had a
strange thing happen to me today. He told her about the fish and the three wishes.
She got excited. Oh, there are so many things we could wish for. A grand house
with lots of servants. We could wish to own a supermarket well never be hungry
again if we did She went on and on until the fisherman got impatient and said,
Thats all in the future. I wish we had a huge sausage right now. Im so hungry.
Bing! There was a foot long kielbasa sausage on the kitchen table in front of
him.
Look what youve done! Youve wasted one of our three wishes! screeched his
wife. You stupid man, I wish that sausage was on the end of your stupid nose!
Bing! The sausage leapt into the air and one end glued itself to his nose.
The fisherman stared down at the end of his nose. The sausage was heavy, his
nose began to ache from the weight of it. Ow! Dnoo. Dnow see what youve
done. He groaned. His wife was horrified. They had only one wish left. They
could wish for millions of dollars but there was no way they could be sure that a
surgeon could remove the sausage from his nose. His wife often got mad at him but
she loved him and did not want him to be unhappy. So finally, they agreed to use
their last wish to wish the sausage off his nose. Bing! The sausage fell off his nose
back on to the table. So they had sausage for their dinner. And they went to bed
wishing they had been smarter with their three wishes.

Students usually have heard a version of the THREE WISHES. It may be a magic
tree and a poor woodcutter. Thats fine. I usually allow time for them to share their
version. Then I ask students what they would wish for if they were granted 3
wishes. If they want to write more wishes, thats fine as long as their wishes are
interesting and imaginative. I tell them Think about wishing more than just for
money think about being magical even such as (see below)
if you could change form . .be animal, plant etc , what would you wish for and why.
to do what?
what would you wish for yourself,(why) and your family?
what would you wish for the world?
OR inversion of wish, write a poem of what they fear e.g. A very very bad dream.
Our earth might form again.
Who Knows? By Pete Seeger Who knows, who knows?
It might turn green again.
I wish this loving would never end. Who knows, who knows?
But when at last we go to sleep,
Who knows, who knows? ** **
Some day, some night, well meet again. If I could have
by Ian Gale, Grade 3, Jamestown School
1 wish this summer would never end.
But when at last I got to go back to town, If I could have anything,
Who knows, who knows? Id sail the seas.
Someday well have another season in the Id sail a ship
sun. To Paris and Greece.
My last trip would be to Africa.
I wish this life would never end. Id get a lot of souvenirs
But when at last I got to go, To remember all the trips
Who knows, who knows? Id taken all through the years.
I think my human race will carry on. **
I wish this race of ours would never end.

But when at last we join the dinosaurs,
Who knows, who knows?
I think the good green earth will keep a-
rolling on!
I wish this good green earth would never end.
But when at last it burns or freezes cold,
1 think our sparkling galaxy will keep a-
glowing on!
I wish this milky way of stars would never
end.
But when & last it shrinks once more,
Someday it may explode anew.
I wish this loving world would never end.
But when at last we go to sleep,
Some day, some night, well meet again!
Then who knows, who knows?
Our star might glow again.

I wish by RBF I wish Bill Gates would give me all his money
1 wish someday that the sun will rise listening and annual income so that I could
to babies cries, That day peace will grow and spend it on a home and have all the
form even during a terrible thunderstorm. I video games systems that were ever
wish I had a lot of money even enough to stop built.
world hunger. With at! the money I wilt also
provide for my future. I wish that people were off the earth so that
I would wish for more, I want to feel safe In no animals or habitats would ever be
this world I call home. in danger of extinction.
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I wish by Esme Morris I wish my teachers wouldnt give me
I wish I was the sun because Id get to rotate homework.
around the earth. by Eric Zimmerman
People would be happy to see me. **
I would get to see the moon. I would be bright I wish I was a dog. I wish I was
yellow. People would draw me on their paper A cat. I wish I was Natures king
and Id make people happy. Because then I would be all that.
---------- I wish I was a dog because I would bark
I wish by Jonathan Cox and run. I would be my masters soulmate
I wish there were no drugs as his life went on. I wish I was a cat -
and no fighting. I wish everything was good. I would purr and curl. My masters laps
I wish there would be a good chance for me to would be my place for he would rub my tail.
be in the NFL my sport is football. I wish I by Michael Yates
owned my own pet store. It would be called **
Johns Exotic Pet Store. I wish by Ben Gavares, Gr. 7, Williamsburg
I wish by Robert Baum I wish I were a big blob of
I wish I were a cat, mercury. So I would never die and
they eat mice. I would go through things.
I wish to be a bird
cause they soar high. I wish I were a bald eagle
I wish I were a cheetah so people would become concerned and
cause they run fast
and eat other animals. people would look up to me. Also so people
would hear what I have to say.
I wish by Dana Southard I wish I were a Biohazard sign

1 wish to play in the NFL because I will so I could warn people of danger.
prove my dad wrong. I would play at any
position that they wanted me to! I wish I were a flower so I could shine
I wish that I happiness all over the world.
could have all the money in the world. Why I
would is because I would help people out like I wish I were a pencil so I could draw
helping homeless, poor people and get people smiles on every sad persons face.
a car when they need one.
I wish I were summer. Cuz theres
I wish that I will get my life straight no school!
so I will be good to all
of my friends and family I wish I could go back in time so
** I could change mistakes.
**
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Wishes by Brian Carte Wishes, etc. by Brad Baker

I wish I could make and set the laws in
I want to be Sadness America. Im not sure yet; I think there
Because Every Body is sad shouldnt be age limits on most things.
some point in their Life.
Its not just a feeling, its a
state of mind, I dont want to be a cop, because they get shot
an idea, at.
a Problem I dont want to be a cow, pig or any other
a Burden animal because they get killed and eaten.
Sadness
Depressed like The Dark I dont want to be a student, because they get
Side of the Moon. bossed around by teachers.
**
I wish by Jose Centeno I dont want to be a masseuse because I would
feel men.
I wish to be Fire because I could kill
people that I dont like. Fire is big or **
small. It is helpful and terrible.
When it gets out of control, it makes My Wishes
a lot of trouble, but when it is small, by Kase Suyderhoud,, Gr. 1, Jamestown
it can be helpful to you all.
** I wish I had 2 golden retriever puppies.
I wish I had a magic set with spells to make
I would not wish by Eric Gardner my brother disappear.
I wish I had a mansion with servants.
I would not want to be money **
because people put it in their shoe
or their sock. If you are not I Wish by Lauren Wackerle, Gr. 1
in those places, you are in a cash register
waiting for the next person to own you. I wish that dogs in the pound werent put to
** sleep.
I wish panda bears werent almost extinct.
Black Dream
I wish Martin Luther King, Jr. wasnt shot.
I had a dream last night. I dreamed about a I wish I was a billionaire.
world. A world filled with hurt and sorrow. It **
was dirty and bulging with greed. Nobody ever
said Hello, how are you today? or A Wish by Abbey Hodges, Gr. 1
Do you need help? None ever thought of
anyone else but I wish I had a swimming pool.
themselves. It was awful. Now that I think My second wish is a big house.
about it, it was more of a nightmare. And its My third wish is that the world is upside-down
becoming a reality.
By Iman Jackson So people would walk on the sky.
--------- My fourth wish is that I had a bird.
I would not want by Abel Guerra **
I would not want to be a baseball

because you get hit by a bat.
I would not want to be a piece of
wood because they will put a nail in you.
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On the Outside and Inside

by Louis Pepe, Grade 5, Jamestown School, 2001
On the
Outside
Im an
Eagle,
Proud
And
Showing off.
But
On The Inside
Im
A
Clam concealed
In
The shadows.
On the
Outside
Im a
Dog
Friendly
And Social
But
On
The
Inside
Im
A
Mouse
Timid
And
Meek.
On
The
Outside
Im
The
Sun
Glistening
And Giving
Light
But
On
The
Inside
Im
Pluto
Tiny
And
Unnoticed.
I wish I had feathers, soft the things that are bad and make all
as silk they would be. little children never ever be sad.
A ebony black swan by Taneal Wilson, Gr. 6
I wish I could be. And Id fly, **
and soar high above the sea.
Where would I go? To Japan I wish I were a teacher that can help
with the Japanese and learn children with their work. I wish I had
what they know. a lot of money so that I can build houses
But I wouldnt stay there for for the homeless, so that people will not
Id be free, free to do anything, be sleeping on the street. I wish for the world
free to be me. to be peaceful with loving and caring people.
by Iman Jackson, Grade 6 I wish for the world to be without drugs
Parkview School because of the killing and death. And I wish
for the world to stop fighting.
By Allison Henderson, Gr. 6
I wish I were **
an angel in heaven because
they are so beautiful and wear white I wish I was grownup.
long gowns and fly I wish I were a lawyer
on a big white cloud in the sky. who helps mothers get child support
by Rochelle Beckham, Gr. 6 from their runaway husbands.
I wish I were a comedian to make I wish I had a big house with a big yard
people laugh. and lots of money and lived in Harlem, New
I wish I had ten trillion dollars York.
so I can spend it. I wish for the world
the drugs were gone. I wish I had a pathfinder car.
By Maurice Lee, Gr. 6 by LaJonya Whittaker, Gr. 6
**
I wish I had wings.
I wish I had feathers. I wish I were a baby so that I would not
I wish I were a mocking bird so have to go to school, and all day long
I can fly high in the sky and go Ill just sit and look up at you. I wish
where I want to go and change I were a baby so that I would be spoiled
back into a human when I want to. and everything I cry for would come to me.
by Courtney Bailey, Gr. 6 I wish I were a baby so I can re-live my
mistakes
** and take each day slowly as I grow up again.
I wish I were a mocking bird I wish I were a mosquito so I can bite
I wish I were a king. people who dont like me and
I wish I were a prince I would be healthy by drinking their blood.
whod walk around and sing. By Michelle Dealer
I wish I could stop the world and change
FOCUS ON FORM
LIMERICKS
Purpose 1:
To use the limerick form to create original humorous rhymes.
Introduction:
Most students will find limerick writing an enjoyable activity, because limericks can be just as
ridiculous as each author wishes. Once they have a solid introduction to the limerick, writing a
limerick is easy. The teaching value lies in two areas:
Disciplined expression.
Self-expression.
Disciplined Expression: Limerick writing requires strict adherence to the patterns of rhyme, rhythm,
and the number of syllables per line. This will make students more acutely aware of these elements,
will increase their respect for poetry as a discipline, and will guide their attitudes toward a healthy
acceptance of personal orderliness and self-control.
Self-Expression: Encourage all students to be active participants - they are capable of writing and
reciting their own original limericks. One of the chief underlying facts recognized as sound teaching is
that a student must generate his own thoughts and apply new skills himself, if the values of these skills
are to be lasting. The memorization of rules and the mute acceptance of someone else's efforts cannot
alone develop a student's potential
Purpose 2: After following this unit, the student will:
be familiar with the limerick form;
experience listening to poetry for enjoyment;
be introduced to interpretive reading;
recognize the rhyme patterns in poetry;
recognize the rhythm pattern of limericks;
recognize that limericks are humorous;
appreciate limericks as a form of creative expression;
have attempted writing a limerick;
Ages/Grades
Most students ages 10 and up will be able to successfully complete all of the suggested activities.
Materials
A number of books containing limericks, other compositions, and the art of Edward Lear and others
such as Lewis Carroll, Dr. Seuss, and Shel Silverstein. A rhyming dictionary is helpful.
LESSON:
--The limerick got its name from the place where it began--Limerick, England. Children love rhyme
and rhythm. Limericks satisfy these and hone their enjoyment of poetry.
The Limerick is still a most popular nonsense verse form today. The poem consists of 5 lines rhyming
AABBA. Lines 3 and 4 are some times written as a single line with an internal rhyme.
- - / - - / - - /(a) - - / - - / - - /(a)
- - / - - / - - /(a) - - / - - / - - /(a)
- - / - - / - - /(a) - - / - - / (b) - - / - - /(b)
- - / - - /(b) - - / - - / - - /(a)
- - / - - / - - /(a)
To help students get started, here's some helpful information about writing limericks. The last words of
the first, second, and fifth lines rhyme with each other (A), and the last words of the third and fourth
lines rhyme with each other (B). Here's an example:
There was an old man from Peru, (A)
da DUM da da DUM da da DUM
who dreamed he was eating his shoe. (A)
He awoke in the night (B)

da DUM da da DUM
with a terrible fright, (B)
da da DUM da da DUM
and found out that it was quite true. (A)
I ask students to write a limerick, and remind them to make sure that it has the AABBA rhyme pattern.
And to make sure it also has the same Da DUM da da DUM da da DUM rhythm pattern. Students can
recite their limerick, substituting "da" for all unaccented or unstressed syllables and "DUM" for all the
accented or stressed syllables.
Ideas for new limericks can come from almost anywhere. For example, your students could write
about their city, state, country, or name or about political or social conditions of any historical period
they are studying.
There once was a man named Paul There once was a president named Bill,,
He wanted to go to a costume ball White water drove him up a hill,
He decided to risk it All the lawyers were talking,
About sending him walking,
And go as a biscuit But he managed to escape without frill.
But a dog ate him up in the hall. -- Thomas Woo
-- Anonymous
** **
The Boy by Jake Ward, Gr. 4 There once was an artist named Hutty,
Whose neighbors all said was quite nutty.
There once was a boy with a grin
Who had very sensitive skin. He modeled, they say,
He got a bruise In real sculptors clay,
Tripping over his shoes But really he used silly putty.
And never did it again. **
** There once was a lady named Pat,
Who always wore the same blue hat.
There once was a dog named Bob Until one fall day,
Who wanted to eat a frog
But the frog was quite fat To her great dismay,
So they both just sat It blew far away just like that!
So there they sit, the dog and the frog. -Jessica Beckwith 91
-- Chris Kaas, Gr. 6, Williamsburg
**
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ON THE LIMERICK
The Elements Of Limericks: There are five lines.
Rhyming scheme (a a b b a):
Lines 1, 2, and 5 rhyme
Lines 3 and 4 rhyme.
Note: Lines 3 and 4 are sometimes printed on the same physical line.
Alternately, you can count syllables. Some of the examples in textbooks vary, but the number of
syllables usually follow this pattern:
Line 1-- 8 syllables.

Line 2 -- 8 syllables.
Rhythm:
Lines 1, 2, and 5 contain 3 accented syllables.
Lines 3 and 4 contain 2 accented syllables.
Meter:
There is no required metrical scheme, but each line usually has a masculine ending that is that each
phrase is always stressed, or emphasized, on the last syllable.
Humor:
Limericks thrive on the lack of harmonious agreement between parts. They contain a broad humor that
most students over 8 to 10 years old appreciate. Junior High age students seem to really appreciate the
limerick form. Younger students, preschool to eight, really enjoy the rhythm and rhyme of the
limerick.
EXERCISE: Using one of these suggested lines (or one of your own), write a limerick:
1. There was a young lady who said,
2. There once was a boy with a grin,
3. An agile young gymnast named Mary
Hillary and Bill

Hillary and Bill went up the hill There once was a girl named Jill,
to fetch a pail of whitewater, She married a guy named Bill.
when Congress found out,
Bill suffered a drought, They had a lot of years Without any tears
and all of his respect was slaughtered. And their favorite food is krill.
-- Yohan Ferdinando - Newton Graca
--- Pres. Bill Clinton felt quite blue,

He dreamed pretty Paula said she'd sue.
There once was a bald man named Tom He woke in a fright
He smelled just like a stink bomb On a white house night
His teeth was all yellow And found his dream girl had spoken true.
T'was an ugly young fellow - Hilary Tham
And he got all his looks from his mom.
- Jesse Knipling
CLERIHEWS
The Clerihew is a comparatively new form of verse. It got its name from its inventor, a writer of
detective stories, E. C. Bentley, whose middle name was Clerihew. Clerihews are short; they are never
more than four lines and they always begin with the name of a famous character, but the facts about
him/her dont always have to be true. Often, these are exaggerated and purposely wrong.
Edward the Confessor Francesca de Rimini
Slept under the dresser. Lived in a chiminey,
When that began to pall, Full of ghouls in the gloam.
He slept in the hall. But still, home is home.
E. C. Bentley Louis Untermeyer
Said Sir Christopher Wren, Although the Borgias
"I'm having lunch with some men. Were rather gorgeous,
If anyone calls, They liked the absurder
Say I'm designing Saint Paul's." Kind of murder.
E. C. Bentley Louis Untermeyer
When Alexander Pope Albert Einsteins crooked nose
Accidentally trod on the soap, Never seemed a curse.
And came down on the back if his head While gazing down in repose,
Never mind what he said. He found the Universe!
E. C. Bentley Tara Farr
Edgar Allan Poe Timothy Viegh says, "I am not the bomber,"
Was passionately fond of roe. America thinks,- "He's a goner,"
He always liked to chew some His sister says, "He's the guy,"
When writing something gruesome. If they believe her, no more will he be able to
E. C. Bentley lie
by Geoff Roulil, Grade 8
That famous lady Mona Lisa,
Whose smile has been a real teaser, Lisa Gnugnoli wrote a poem,
Will never tell this world were in The poem made no sense.
Whats behind her fabled grin. She crumpled it up and threw it away
Anonymous
And then jumped over a fence.
Basketball ace, Dr. J - Lisa Gnugnoli, Grade 7
Is seven foot tall, so they say.
His only problem is buying shoes, Bill Clinton had a dream
But thats why they invented canoes. That he was punching a door.
Hilary Tham When he woke up,
Alfred, Lord Tennyson He was punching Al Gore.
Lived upon venison; -- William Mendoza, Grade 6
Not cheap, I fear,
Because venison's deer.
Louis Untermeyer
POLITICAL NURSERY RHYMES

Nursery Rhymes make wonderful templates/ structures for political or social satires. Before
asking the students to write nursery rhyme temple poems, have them recite their favorite nursery
rhymes. Then have them write a poem to the beat /rhythm of the nursery rhyme they decide to use as
their model.
Mayor Marion Barry,

His wife so contrary,
How does D.C. grow?
With bullet shells, and deep drug wells
and pretty policemen all in a row.
- Rebecca Miller Gr. 7
The following sample poems are from CECIL RAJENDRAs Papa Mooses Nursery Rhymes For
our Times.
What are little boys made of? **
MacDonalds and Coca Cola Simple Shi Mun was in Tiananmen
Lucky Strike and a Honda, walking around the square.
Thats what little boys are made of. Asked a guard of Simple Shi Mun,
** Whats this noisy affair?
What are little girls made of? **
Cartier, Ricci and Coco Chanel, Said Simple Shi Mun to the guardsman,
Heavy eye-shadow and lots of gel, Were singing for democracy.
Thats what little girls are made of. Said the guardsman shooting Simple Shi Mun,
** Indeed! You wont get any!
File my case, file my case **
Lawyer man! Ali, Ali, farmer extraordinary
Win me my case How does your garden grow?
As fast as you can. With herbicides
And pesticides
Inflate it and pad it And mutant broccoli all in a row.
And mark it up forty
Per cent for that commission **
Youre squeezing from me. Dalai Lama
** A lama in Tibet
If all the world were a garbage pile sat in his turret
and all our sea was slime, Quietly meditating away.
And all our trees in paper mills,
Where would we live in ten years time. Along came a soldier
** Sent down from China
Ring a ring o soldiers And now the lamas an migr.
A silo full of bombs. **
Achtung! Achtung!
We all fall down.
CONCRETE OR SHAPE POEMS

Poets use the concrete poem to explore how a poems look affects its impact. Students can have fun
making poems that also look like the subject of the poem. Have students write down words that they
think could be made into concrete poems. Here are a couple of examples.
This poem by Roger McGough makes a pun in the title so that it means middle-aged love and also a
tennis score. The readers eye moves back and forth across the net, imitating the tug of war between
the two people in the tennis game and the relationship.
40------------------------Love
middle aged
couple playing
ten nis
when the
game ends
and they
go home
the net
will still
be be-
tween them
Life
is like a tree
living like you and me.
It starts with the seed
that grows like a weed
Up to the sky,
way up high.
Breathing the air
(theres plenty to spare).
They grow into saplings, competing for light.
They struggle to live in a very hard fight.
Finally the weak are weeded out,
leaving room to the others, no doubt,
that stayed alive
and continued to thrive.
Your own life is always at risk
but the tree will live, though the weather is brisk.
When your life is ending, it withers away,
caving in and breaking while the branches sway.
Solid and sturdy.
Life is like a tree.
by Ashley Seitz, Gr. 7
DOGWOOD GENETICS by Hilary Tham

Each Spring,
drifts of pink petals
cluster lightly
on the branches of the dogwood
tree by my front door.
The old tree flings its seeds all over
our yard, in the tulips, rose bushes, the roof gutter.
Seedlings sprout, they become saplings
(not the one in the gutter, I uprooted it. )
Later, they bloom white flowers.
One year, a single pink blossom blushed
on a new sapling. Look, look, I cried,
the pink dogwood has gotten a pink child.
The next year, that same sapling bore ten
flowers, all white. It never bloomed pink again.
I wonder, does it ask the old tree,
Mother,
are you
sure Im
not adopted?
Note: Pink & red dogwoods are hybrids, created by humans.
TORNADO
The wind was whistling through the trees. The

night sky was black as ebony in the dark.
Big black clouds were dancing like a
dancer with bumblebees in his
shoes. Then it came
without warning,
swinging, wing-
ing and scream-
ing, ripping
everything
in its
path
And then
it was
gone.
It has done its deaths destruction.
-- Ken Weber, Firth School.
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ACROSTIC POEMS
An acrostic is a poem that has a visual dimension in that the letters of the subject word is written in
bold print and form the beginning letters of the lines. Even very young children can write or patch
together simple acrostics. The very young write only one related word or phrase next to each letter of a
word listed downward on their page.
Acrostic poems are easy and fun to do. Several of the Psalms and many pre-19th. century Hebrew
poems are acrostics. In an acrostic poem, the first letters of the lines spell out a word or some words,
such as the students name, part of the alphabet (or the whole alphabet), or a word that has something
to do with the poem. For example, the poem below spells out the word Apple.
Anybody can
Pick one up at the store
Pluck a juicy red off the tree
Licking good
Eating.
It is helpful to discuss the power of verbs here: how action words, active verbs help to energize a poem
or sentence and conjure up word pictures. Verbs for movement: stroll, amble, pace, run, skip, plod.
Remind students to put in appropriate action verbs in their poem to make it come alive.
EXERCISE: Choose a place or person and spell the word(s) vertically down the left side of the page so
that they form a column. Choose a word, name or thing that really interests you. Try to reach deep into
your feelings when you write. As you write the poem, start each line with a word that begins with the
letter youve already written on the line.
After the poems are written, identify the verbs and see if they are the best and most appropriate verbs
you can think of. Make the poem almost jump off the page because you have such good verbs.
Acrostic poems do not have to rhyme. Students may rhyme them if they wish. Since these poems are
meant to be visual as well as oral, the class should be given copies of the sample poems.
NOTE: This form is good for review of Science, geography, history material. e.g.: OXYGEN,
NEWTON, COLUMBIA, ZAMBIA, NAPOLEON, ANCIENT GREEKS, etc.
Maybe it was something about the soft
Earth, or maybe it was something about the
Airs sweet freshness. Maybe the way the wind cooled us
Down. Or the way the wind blew the leaves around.
Or it could have been the way everything seemed full of peace, the way the
Wind seemed to love this place.
by Rebecca SuYing Goldberg
Racial prejudice
Of the past: white people lording it
Over anyone with darker skin.
Their grandchildren say theyre sorry and
Still clutch their wallets nervously when we are near.
-- by Hilary Tham
The following is a fine acrostic poem by Lewis Carroll remembering the day when he started telling
the Alice story to the three Lidell girls. Alice Pleasance Lidell was the inspiration for his books:
Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass.
A boat, beneath a summer sky

Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear
Long has paled that sunny day:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam---
Life, what is it but a dream?
ALLITERATION POEMS
Alliteration is the literary devise where beginning consonants are repeated for musical effect. Children
enjoy tongue twisters such as the following:
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?
If peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where is the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
OR:
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
As much wood as a woodchuck would chuck
if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
OR: She sells seashells on the sea shore.
APPLICATION: This is good for reinforcing the learning of alphabets as well as to induce play and
enjoyment of the music of language. I read aloud the above poems and invite the students to recite
other TONGUE_TWISTER poems they know. We discuss what these poems have in common.
(1.They all have many words that begin with the same letter. 2. They dont make sense. 3.They are
humorous or downright silly, but lots of fun to say.)
Have children practice orally, then write alliterative lines using the first letters of their names.
Then have them do an Acrostic poem using their own first names.
Or they can do a Alphabet Acrostic or a numeric. Numeric alliteration example follows.
One old ox opening oysters with onions.
Two toads riding tame tigers and drinking tea.
Three turtles totally tired, trotting to Turkey.
Four frazzled frogs frying French fries.
Five feathered flamingos flying fast to Florida.
Six simple Simons sweeping snow.
Seven stubborn snakes slithering up a sky-scrapper.
Eight elegant elephants eating eggs with eggplant.
Nine neat nieces nibbling nougats.
Ten tipsy tomcats tap-dancing on a typewriter.
SAMPLE poems
Mary met monkeys, made monkeys marshmallows.
Justine just jang-jing genie.
Mary Dodson, Gr. 4
Mary made many marshmallow monkeys.
Maria helped make Marys marshmallow monkeys.
Mary and Maria made money making marshmallow monkeys.
Marsha bought Marys marshmallow monkeys.
Shannon Briggs, Gr. 4
Patty picked a perfect pumpkin on a peaceful plain.
Sally saw a skiing sailor.
Nick never needs to nip at nuts.
Hippos have huge hiccups.
Zicky like zany zebras.
Caroline caught a cold.
Justine Sequeira
Alec asked alligators for an apple at a auditorium.

Justine just jingled a jingle bell in January.
Harry had a hairy hat.
Douglas dreamed about dogs in December.
Sam Easley, Gr. 4
Douglas dug up dumb dogs in the daytime.
Harry hopped huge hippos after having hiccups.
John jumped jagwories while being Joker John.
Betty bought big bright blue bubbles at Best
Buy for the Best Buy in Bubbleland.
Charlie caught catfish with chalk in the core of the computer.
Mary made marshmallows for monkeys in Montana.
Alec fed alligators apples and apricots in Alabama.
-- Douglas Wackerle
HAIKU OR MAKING EVERY WORD COUNT

Winter is snow on
trees, ground. Freeze in the cold snow
Anybody can...
-- Makara Berry, Grade 3, Oakview School
Branches reaching out

Reaching for the pale blue moon
Reaching on and on.
-- Donna Xiao, Grade 6, Williamsburg School
The above are examples of haiku. Haiku dont rhyme but they are supposed to have seventeen
sounds (syllables)five in the first line, seven in the second line and five in the third line.
This Japanese form is like a telegram. So you have to cut what you want to say to the bone. Haiku
means no unnecessary words and is good practice in editing and language economy. One definition of
poetry is Saying something the best way in the fewest possible words.
There are six simple rules for writing haiku:
I. A haiku has seventeen sounds /syllables in a sequence of 5 - 7 - 5
2. It must contain something of nature in it e. season. a bird. insect etc.
3. It is always specific, a particular event or observation, not a generalization.
4 It is usually in the present tense
5. Its aim is to convey emotion by describing an aspect of nature.
6. The title can be any length - use it to add to the poem.
Any poem must convey emotion but haiku is a special way of communicating emotion by linking
human emotion with a observed aspect of nature happening. The haiku works by suggestion. Sentences
can be left unfinished: the use of three dots at the end is common
Exercise 1: Write a group haiku - brainstorm a nature image. plus the emotion you want to convey,
then pare it down to the 17 syllabic count into lines of 5,7,5 syllables.
Exercise 2: Write a linked haiku or a group of haiku to make a cumulative poem about a connected
theme.
Women by Hilary Tham from Bad Names For Women

Down among ants, one
forgets how slow a tree leans
against changing sky.
The silence of eyes
is the silence of old oak
holding ant cities.
Go watch the wild geese
fly past the tethered moon.
Write our names in water.
To get the true feeling of Japanese haiku, translators do not always observe the syllabic count. The
following three haiku in Japanese are translated by Robert Haas.
The cranes legs Basho
have gotten shorter
in the spring rain Garden butterfly:
Basho baby crawls, it flies,
she crawls, it flies.
As for the hibiscus Issa
on the roadside
my horse ate it. Dont worry, spiders,
Basho I keep house
casually.
Autumn moonlight -- Issa
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
______________________________
Colonial Times-- A Haiku Sequence Outhouse
by Hilary Tham
Too far in winter,
1700s Toothbrushes too near in summer. Always
an inconvenience!
Twigs are hard on teeth.
No wonder George Washington Electricity
got wooden dentures.
Ben Franklin seeking
lightning with a kite and key,
Pioneer Hygiene finds and cries, Ouchie!
Colonials disliked
water; bathed once in summer, 1776
never in winter.
The Brits liked us fine
taxing our doors, stamps, tea, till
Revolution time!
You may also wish to introduce the student to The Senryu. The senryu is a Japanese poem structurally
similar to the haiku but concentrates on human rather than physical nature. Many students, especially
boys, will find this more pleasing as they often prefer to write about topics such as playing basketball,
soccer and so on.
ROLLING HAIKU
After my students have gained familiarity with writing haiku, I have them play a game I call Rolling
Haiku. Actually, a favorite party game of Japanese poets called the Renga is a form of rolling haiku.
Exercise 1: RENGA: Here, participants take turns making up a haiku on the spot by a daisy chain i.e.
participant #2 writes a haiku spinning off participant #1s haiku and so on.
[Optionally, participant #2 can take the last line of haiku #1 and make another haiku using that as the
first line. Participant #3 takes last line of #2s haiku to begin another haiku with line3 of the preceding
haiku.]
EXERCISE 2. Another form of rolling haiku is to connect each haiku by a couple: two seven syllable
lines. This introduces another disciplined form of Japanese poetry -- the Tanka. The Tanka, like the
Haiku, focuses on nature and seasons but is a bit longer. It is also an older form of poetry, dating to the
fourth century. It consists of five lines and 31 syllables distributed according to the pattern 5 - 7 - 5- 7-
7.
Every one takes a paper and writes a haiku on it. Pass the paper. The next person writes 2 lines of
seven syllables below the haiku, that connects one thing or word from the preceding stanza and turns
the haiku into a tanka. Pass the paper. Next person writes a haiku related to something in the preceding
tanka. So the order goes Haiku tanka haiku tanka haiku tanka haiku tanka until
about 6 - 10 people have had a say on each paper. Since everyone starts a paper, everyone should be
working on a rolling haiku at any given moment during this exercise. Have students read aloud the
group poem they wrote the last stanza for.
EXERCISE 3. Variation on this exercise is to have the group begin with a starter haiku -- the same one
for all and you/they will be amazed at how many different directions each poem goes from the same
starting point. After the completion of the rolling haiku, each student can write their chosen rolling
haiku on a rice-paper scroll (one stanza per section) and draw a Chinese brush and ink image to
complete the group work. See Sample rolling tanka below.
Cuckoo singing loud. Listen to the child
I have nothing to do now, crying, abandoned in the
Neither does the weed. backyard with dead grass.
Weeds in the field grow and grow The winds blow cold and white.
Being old, I shrink and shrink We shall have snow by and by.
In the fields, weeds and A snowy morning.
a lone black crow crying out Chewing dried salmon alone.
There is nothing to eat. Happy by myself.
Nothing is good to eat when Happy sound of childrens play
youve the flu or mother scolds. in snow. I stay by the fire.
--- Hilary Tham 2/25/99
CINQUAIN
The Cinquain is not of Japanese origin as many imagine because of its similarity to haiku and tanka.
As developed by Adelaide Crapsey, cinquains consist of 5 thought lines that follow a 2-4-6-8-2
syllable pattern for a total of 22 syllables.
Mother
washing clothes for
the family, wishes
she was not aging, but a child
again.
Some teachers have simplified this form so that the number of words rather than syllables per line is
the major structural requirement of the cinquain:
first line = one word
second line = two words
third line = three words
fourth line = four words
fifth line = one word
Squirrel
deftly scampers
up Birch tree,
hiding acorn treats from
me.
DIAMANTE
The diamante, devised by Iris Tiedt, is a relatively structured form comprised of seven lines that
contain a contrast. Not only highly disciplined this form is great for reviewing (even teaching) the parts
of speech. The diamante is seven lines of poetry shaped like a diamond. It is about two things (nouns)
that show a contrast. The diamante follows this pattern:
First Line: Noun (word that names an object or idea)
Second Line: two adjectives (that describe the noun in line 1)
Third Line: three participles (verbs with -ing or -ed endings) associated with the noun in line 1)
Fourth line: four words - two referring to the noun in line 1, two to the noun in line 7).
Fifth Line: three participles (that are associated with the noun in line 7).
Sixth Line: two adjectives (that describe the noun in line 7)
Seventh Line: Noun (which can be another word for the noun in line 1[see Pattern A] or the opposite
of the noun in line 1[See pattern B])
Here is an example of Pattern A: (using School

connected ideas) Long, arduous,
Studying, persisting, learning
Love homework, anxietyleisure, relief,
sunny, joyful, traveling, exploring, relaxing,
Caring, sharing, kissing, short, delightful
happy together, never apart, Vacation
Lasting, smiling, warming, Anonymous
gentle, sweet,
Happiness. Poem
Hilary Tham short, picturesque,
rhyming, singing, feeling,
Here are examples of Pattern B (using using wordsusing silence
opposites) unmoving, shining, glowing
silent, colorful
Cat Painting
Independent, lazy Hilary Tham
meowing, lying, sleeping,
slow, relaxed, active, fast, Some ideas for writing diamantes :
running, jumping, barking, Babies/ School children
dependent, strong, Mountains/ Beaches
Dog Cassettes/ CDs
Anthony Duff, Grade 8 Moms/ Dads
Lakes/ Rivers
Houses/ Apartments
THE LIST POEM OR RAINDROPS ON ROSES
Children love to think and talk about themselves its all part of the necessary process of finding
out who and what they are, part of the need to define their relation to others and the world and society.
The LIST POEM is an excellent device to get them started on writing with a favorite subject in hand,
How things affect them and focuses them on the concrete in their writing. Making a list is a very
useful poetic device for generating the specific, tactile, sensuous substance of the poem. I would
suggest students vary the pace or movement of the poem by putting in a statement sentence now and
again. In order for it to work, the list must be concrete and specific, making word pictures in the
readers mind.
Take the famous song/poem My Favorite Things from The Sound of Music: If it has just listed
raindrops, roses, kittens, etc. it would not have worked. The listed items should invoke all the senses
color, taste, smell, sound, touch so that the cumulative images, effect communicate what you want
to share with your reader. We read aloud the list poems on the sample pages before doing the
exercises. The list must be substantial it must contain at least ten (10) items.
My Favorite Things by Oscar Hammerstein
II IN THE JANITORS DUSTPAN
by Jessica Galllucci, Grade 7
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen Two bitten off erasers,
mittens, One shoelace,
Brown paper packages all tied up with string,. Eleven chewed pencils,
These are a few of my favorite things. A progress report.
Five bits of broken chalk,
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels, One juice box,
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with Sixteen kernels of stale caramel popcorn,
noodles, Three Band-Aids.
Wild geese that flay with the moon on their One failed science exam,
wings, Three dirty notes,
These are a few of my favorite things. A cracked lipstick case,
On slimy retainer,
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, Six gum wrappers,
Snow flakes that stay on my nose and Three dead cockroaches,
eyelashes, One glue-stick,
Silver white winters that melt in the spring, One cracked protractor,
These are a few of my favorite things. One green marble
And
When the dog bites, when the bee stings, this list.
When Im feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I dont feel so bad.
Exercise 1: Students write a poem which is simply a list like In the Janitors Dustpan with the
title as the springboard.
Students may do a list poem with titles like

Under My Bed
Things that make me smile
Things to do when theres nothing to do
People I want to invite to my birthday party
Night noises or things that go Bumpf in the dark
Things that begin with a letter of the alphabet
e.g. P Pitchers and pocketbooks, pennies and paint..
These may be related by a sensual link (color, sound, taste) or a place, even an imaginary place like
the Big Rock Candy Mountains or their own version of Nirvana or Never-Never-land.
The Big Rock Candy Mountains Birthday Party
(American Folk Song) by Kathleen Mallierah
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, For my party Im going to invite:
Theres a land thats fair and bright Susantoo snobby,
Where the handouts grow on bushes, Kate hates Bobby,
And you sleep out every night. Becky eats too much.
Where the boxcars are all empty Elizabeth cries too much.
And the sun shines every day Bobby too immature,
On the birds and the bees Dave looks like a gerbil.
And the cigarette trees, Mike hates Susan.
And the lemonade springs Joseph okay.
Where the bluebird sings Maybe a party isnt such a good idea.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. **
Lists could be thematically linked like

-- Things that make me angry
-- Things that make me sad
-- Things that make me hungry
Things that make me glad
The above are linked by an emotional response (how you feel about them).A list poem can be
connected by anything that gives them a sense of rightness when they are assembled into one poem
Exercise 2: Students write a poem about any subject and in whatever form which includes a
substantial list or several small lists within it.
FIVE WAYS TO KILL A MAN by Edwin Brock

There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man:
you can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it.
To do this properly you require a crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional way,
and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
at least two flags, a prince and a
castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
and some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
miles above your victim and dispose of him by
pressing one small switch. All you then
require is an ocean to separate you, two
systems of government, a nations scientists,
several factories, a psychopath and
land that no one needs for several years.
These are; as I began, cumbersome ways
to kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
is to see that he is living somewhere in the middle
of the twentieth century, and leave him there.
THE LITANY POEM

The litany or motif poem repeats certain lines or phrases phrase throughout the poem.
Famous examples are: Old McDonald had a farm, This Old Man and Bob Dylans song, Where
have all the flowers gone?
The motif can be used for cumulative effect as in This is the house that Jack built this is the
malt that lay in the house that Jack built this is the rat that ate the malt that lay, etc. Or as is
more usual, the motif is used to link a list of disparate things.
I Wonder
Ive always wondered
Why birds fly,
Or why little babies
often cry.
And how do people
laugh and sing
Or what goes on in
the mind of a king.
Ive wondered why
trees grow so tall
And when lightning
strikes, why do they
fall?
Why is the world
circuitous and round,
Not lumpy or bumpy like
any old mound?
Why do words mean
what they do?
And why are lions stuck
in the zoo?
Why do people steal
and rob
instead of getting a
decent job?
Who is my friend and
who is my foe?
That is what Id like
to know!
-- Shoshana MeiYing Goldberg, Grade 5, Taylor School
Here is a prayer litany poem by John McCartin, a sixth grad student who died a few months after
writing this poem.
RISING ABOVE
I must rise above
This disease that is holding me down.
I must rise above
The fear of never walking again.
I must rise above
The unsure thoughts of my upcoming surgery.
There are a lot of things to rise above.
If I take life one step at a time,
I will rise above my worries and fears.
(In memory of Mr. Bradford. He taught me that even though I am disabled, I should enjoy life and
ignore people who make fun of you and to always be independent.)
John McCartin, Grade 6, Williamsburg Middle School, 1996
Fathers Dance by James McEuen
Fathers, dance with your sons: forever the child
in the cradle swing of your arms; fathers grow
into the trees your sons will clamber, up to see the sky,
so blue, so closer; fathers swing your sons,
your sons from your long and manly arms swinging,
up higher, higher to the sun; fathers drop
your pencils and briefcases, your calculators
and notepads, your lunchpails, your uniform hats;
fathers dance with your sons, around and around
the rugs of your living rooms, the small triangular parks
outside your offices;
as in the marketplace with the other men,
as in the hogan with the other men, the kiva, the elders hut
with the other men, as in the firelit circle of early day
with the other men. as in the boardrooms, think tanks,
and conference rooms with the other men, the tabernacles,
the sanctuaries with the other men;
fathers dance
with your sons, your sons hair flying, breath caught
in joy, mouths wide in grinning awe; fathers drop
your plans, your arms
to your sons and be the dancing wind
to drive away all wars, to lift us
up squealing to the light.
The Wildness Breaking In by Patricia Gray

Within me,
the settlers greed, the meanness
of the moralist preacher,
within me,
the unlimited plow and furrows,
the alfalfa growing in spring,
within me,
the pocked city streets, the tawdry expanse
of clubs, the P Street Beaches,
within me,
the rock-ridden park, its foliage
green down the citys throat,
the frail jonquils on hillsides,
the jays sharp call,
within me,
the bureaucracy working, the cubicle partitions
and PCs humming,
within me,
the murders with anger,
and without angerthe cold seizing of life.
And within me, the rending shriek
that today splits the dull hum of work, the terrible, wrenching
gut-cry of the woman whose son was shot
the dropped phone,
the stunned stillness and sympathy,
the waves of anger and held pain cracking open
And the rain
smashing against glassa wildness
breaking in, its thundering masculinitythe taking
without permission in the heat of day, with
only a promise of cool.
And the slowing down,
the whirring and clogging machinery
chugging the District to a stop, the siren
shooting through consciousness like a drug in
the vein,
The rain beating down, setting the bloodroot
throbbing in the vacant lot
our watching it from windows or street corners,
with protection or without, the hunkering down,
the new thrust to know ourselves all brothers, mysterious,
frightening brothers, for the blood ties that hold us, bind us.
We are not safe.
THE PANTOUM
The pantoum (oan-TOOM) is an old Malayan verse form that first appeared around the fifteenth
century. It existed orally before then. It uses repeating lines and rhyme weaving them into a sort of
braid. The Western version of the pantoum is a poem of indeterminate length made up of four line
stanzas whose lines are repeated in a fixed pattern. Lines 2 and 4 of each stanza are repeated as lines
1 and 3 of the next stanza and so on. The last stanza has a twist: the Lines 1 and 3 of the first stanza
are used in reverse order as lines 4 and 2 of the last stanza so that the poem ends with the line that
began it.
Heres the pattern:
Stanza 1:
_____________________ (Line 1)
______________________ (Line 2)
______________________ (Line 3)
______________________ (Line 4)
Stanza 2:
_______________________ (Line 1same as line 2 above)
_______________________ (Line 2)
_______________________ (Line 4)
Stanza 3:
_______________________ (Line 2)
_______________________ (Line 4)
And so on until
the Last Stanza:
_______________________ (Line 2line 3 from Stanza 1)
_______________________ (Line 4line 1 from Stanza 1)
SAMPLE PANTOUMS
ADVICE FOR MARRIED MEN ARMCHAIR by Hilary Tham
-- by Hilary Tham
A chair is not simply a chair,
Sometimes we must say, "No," an accessory for a house --
Slap down upstart desires. taken for granted until not there
Their price is high, we know somewhat like a spouse.
We can subdue the body's fires,
An accessory for a house --
Slap down upstart desires. fine teak, leather or rattan weave.
Pass by sweet lures of lust; Somewhat like a spouse,
We can subdue the body's fires, First impressions can deceive.
We can master our impulsive dust,
Fine teak, leather or rattan weave
Pass by sweet lures of lust, with strong back and firm arms.
The girls with bedroom eyes. First impressions can deceive.
We can master our impulsive dust Time will test all charms
To avoid the crippling of lies.
With strong back and firm arms.
The girls with bedroom eyes, Love can die and complicate
Their price is high, we know. Time, will test all charms.
To avoid the crippling of lies, An empty chair calling for a mate.
Sometimes we must say, "No."
Love can die and complicate
* ** ** * coping with the loss of a spouse.
An empty chair calling for a mate
Memory tightens its grip in an empty house.
Coping with the loss of a spouse
Taken for granted until not there.
Memory tightens its grip in an empty house...
A chair is not simply a chair.
5 A.M. IN SHAH ALAM, MALAYSIA

When the muezzins call to prayer spirals through mike and wire,
Sound blooms from the minarets, stanzas of Quranic verse
rise like smoke from a distant bonfire,
up into the pre-dawn darkness of the universe.
Sound blooms from the minarets, stanzas of Quranic verse.
A rooster reminded of duty must raise its wings and call
up into the pre-dawn darkness of the universe.
A thread of sound that invades the dreams of all.
A rooster reminded of duty must raise its wings and call.
The sultan in his palace dreams of gunning his new Jaguar,
A thread of sound that invades the dreams of all.
Somewhere a child looks skyward for a falling star.
The sultan in his palace dreams of gunning his new Jaguar.
Somewhere an old one dies, somewhere, a babys cries.
Somewhere a child looks skyward for a falling star.
Others hug a pillow and pull darkness back over weary eyes.
Somewhere an old one dies, somewhere, a babys cries
rise like smoke from a distant bonfire.
Others hug a pillow and pull darkness back over weary eyes
When the muezzins call to prayer spirals through mike and wire.
-- Hilary Tham
THE GHAZAL
The ghazal (gah ZAHL) takes its name from the Arabic word meaning the talk of boys and girls or
love poetry. A poetry form that originated in Persia and became very popular also in Urdu. Famous
ghazal poets are Hafiz, Rumi, Ghalib. Originally the main themes were love and drinking wine, but
later poets, like the Urdu poet Ghalib used it mainly to express philosophical and mystical ideas.
The ghazal is made up of couplets (units of two lines). minimum of five couplets up to as many as the
poet wishes. Each couplet is wholly independent of the others in meaning and complete in itself as a
unit of thought, almost like a proverb. All the lines have to be equal to each other in length and
follow this rhyme scheme:
AA BA CA DA EA FA and the last couplet must include the poets name.
Heres a ghazal by Ghalib mourning the death of Arif, his wifes nephew, who died young and whose
children Ghalib then adopted.
GHAZAL XI
You should have waited for me a little longer.
Gone on alone, alone you shall be a little longer.
Leaving, you said we shall meet on Doomsday,
As if there could be another, any longer.
You were, for our family, the full moon;
Why couldnt things have stayed the same a little longer?
I know you hated me and did not get along with Nayyar.
You could have stayed to watch your children grow a little longer.
Fools wonder why Ghalib is still living.
It is his fate to remain, yearning for death a little longer.
--trans. Hilary Tham (translated from literal version)
EXERCISE: Write a ghazal. Pick a word for your end word or a rhyme. Look around you and write
down some thoughts on what you see and feel. Write two long lines (couplet), then a break. Think of
something else, write another pair of lines (similar length). Repeat until you have 4 or 5 pairs. Now
write the last couplet and include your name in the last couplet. Viola, you have written a modern
ghazal.
Ghazals by Yorktown High School students Sometimes I think that Id rather be dead.
I hide this feeling inside of me Im never on time because Im too vain

In this empty place my voice reverberates. Or maybe I just couldnt get out of bed.
I feel the rain falling on me. Id much rather be on a plane,

I hear how the wind reverberates. One to Mexico or Jamaica or even Madrid.
The sound of a lonely voice I, Chris, look down on school with great
Surrounds the place; that sound reverberates. disdain:
When Im there, I want to shoot myself in the
The sun will be bright after a rainy day head.
But no matter what, the feeling reverberates. by Chris Palmiero
And I, Gaby, Im here again

In the presence of people whose thoughts They knew for a long time
reverberate. But everybody knew it was an irrevocable
By Garbiela Velez, Grade 11 decision.
** ** Why did they do this?

Marrying a person is a life decision.
I saw this girl one day and asked her out.
She looked at me and laughed. The wind blows through her hair.
Tears drop from her face indecision.
I talked to her for some time after.
Soon we looked back on that day and laughed. Did she make a wrong decision?
Time passes by.
Then one day she reconsidered.
I simply glanced at her and laughed. The way she talked made me sad.
I looked in her face and saw a person.. a sad
I repudiated her desperate claim that she had person.
made a huge mistake.
She played it off real well, and once again, we I have never seen her again since this time.
both laughed. Maybe she has children.
One day we thought there was something Who knows? I Rena

missing, Know that I will never have an irrevocable
We both made eye contact and shyly laughed. decision.
by Rena Lehmann
We started kissing on her couch;
Her mom walked in, and laughed.
Since that day, I see her mom
And all I can do is laugh.
She glances at me, we say nothing,
But once again, we laugh.
by Alan Reiner, Grade 11
** **
Finding a parking space alone is a pain
But it has to be done so what can be said?
I hate the days when we have to walk through
the rain.
John felt sleazy on a Saturday morning. He approaches the manager and prepares to
Michael had a busy but exciting morning. swing.
The manager sees him, smiles and says
Juan flew from the skies and came to us this Whats your beef?
morning.
Chris popped up on the corner as we walked by Gus says, This sandwich sucks, you sleazy
this morning. bum!
And with the might of his fist, he displaces the
Mikey was reviewing Latin when Bright called managers teeth.
him this morning. **
The sky was so beautiful this morning. I like school, its fun and interesting.
Im affable in all the work I have to do.
There was no traffic this morning.
Everyone was outside this morning. I have to wake up early
Though Im affable to doing that.
I, Mike, feel great this morning.
I have no irrevocable decisions this morning. Theres a lot of homework in school
by Mike Barnes Though theres an affable amount.
Ghazal I have to think hard for quizzes,
I woke up on time this morning. Im affable to get a good grade.
I had no irrevocable decisions this morning.
School is a great learning experience.
I felt refreshed with sleep this morning. Im affable and erudite in going to school
I couldnt find a parking spot this morning.
Though it sometimes makes
I had to walk a marathon this morning. Me, David, querulous.
I was almost late to First Period this morning. David Martinez
I fell asleep in the Dr.s class this morning. The way the river flows down the way,
I did not want to do vocabulary this morning. Carelessly it shoots down a path everywhere.
The Dr. was resilient on doing vocabulary this Like a poet who worries what to say
morning. To show in different words how to care.
I did not want to remonstrate with her this
morning. The wind caressing the trees as they sway,
Mike Barnes The snow and snow and all they bear.
Home of the Whopper by Gus Mausilla And I, Mikey, just stare down the way.
Ill go different places here and there.
A man sitting in a booth with his food on a Mikey Samayea
tray,
With his finger in his mouth picking at his Ghazals by Yorktown High School Students ***
teeth. ----------
Its been a long time, love
A sip of his Coke and a bite of his fries, Since we sat by the ocean side, my love..
A bite of his sandwich made with 100% beef.
Your sweet words reverberate with the sun
A look of confusion and terror in his heart, Glancing into the waves of our love.
Knowing that somethings rotting his teeth.
A wave of anger, he stands to complain The water of El Salvadors beaches
He and the manager now have some beef. Were refilled with the aura of love.
He knows hes real angry at how this restaurant Its been a long time, carino
works Since weve sat together under the stars, love.
When he punches the manager, hell knock out
his teeth. The heat of the tropic echoed through my body.
Your sweet hand zigzagged down my long hair, She is powerful though small, tiny in fact,
love, And in the end, shes alright, body and mind
intact.
That night full of stars for Karen, my love.
That night full of stars, my love. Her fields of flowers, her pastel sunsets, just
memory,
Karen Morales Vivid reminders of how things were, how
things used to be.
The black eyes gazing now, deep inside her
head.
Weary is she, tired, teary and wishing she were
dead.
But the battle is over now, she is victor, she has
** ** won.
A little girls face is tired, teary The beast is gone now, it has had all of its fun.
For nights on end, shes vigilant, leery.
I, J. A. am here for you, little girl, today.
Its black eyes, resilient to the dark of night It wont be back for you, or it will pay.
Might have taken her away if not for her might. Juan Ahert
THE TEMPLATE POEM
Sometimes, using a poem as a template or model can be a challenge that starts the creative juices
flowing. In my poem The Male, I used Marianne Moores poem The Mind is an enchanting
thing as a model, piling on similes and followed the structure of the poem until the fourth stanza
at which point my poem took off on its own.
Exercise 1: Take a poem you like and write a poem using the grammatical structure of that
poem... substitute a different noun for a noun, adjective, verb, adverb etc. Have fun with it.
Exercise 2: Here is a model I made from Gwendolyn Brooks wonderful poem, Ancient
Civilizations. I have used this with excellent results with my students for reviewing history
curricula.
The men and women long ago
in ancient ____________, in ancient __________ (country)
knew things to grow, things to know
in ancient ____________.
They __________________________ (saw? )

They ___________________________ (smelled, heard, tasted?)
They _________________________( daily activities?)
They worried about _____________(imagine their lives)
They __________________________(recreation, games?)
They ___________________________
Their gods wanted ________________
The ancient _______ believed_________
They obeyed _______________________ (rulers? government?
Old laughter _________(verb), old music __________(verb).

In ancient ______________, they lived their ways.
The ________(noun) and the ____________ (noun) {USE THE SINGULAR NOUN}
were happy long ago in ancient days.
**
Template Poem by Antonio Robertson
The people and children long ago

in ancient Greece, in ancient Greece
knew things to know, things to grow
in ancient Greece.
They knew how to ride a horse
in ancient Greece, in ancient Greece,
The people didnt have electricity at night
in ancient Greece, In ancient Greece.
Laughter and fun, old music done.
In ancient Greece, the warriors
and the sheep were happy back
in ancient Greece.
THE MALE by Hilary Tham
The male is an easy loving thing
is an easily loved thing
like a new puppy
eager to please, ardent in adoration
like Ezekiel preaching in the valley of dry bones.
Like that same puppy

new returned from obedience school,
or the kitten that smells on you
iridescent scales of fish, the male
feeling his way around your body, your heart,
walks beside Woman leashing his gaze from others.
He has not Womans memory

that can remember without
invention.
Like a tree falling in the forest
with no one to hear, her voice
will become background music to his ears,
a flys weak buzz between window panes.
Why are the women lying down like fields

while the wintry sun shines thin and bleak
and the wind blows cold with the smell of snow?
His is the force of a storm,

hard rain, the brevity of excess. His love
is like the peacocks tail
roused by genetic code, driving
to propagate itself against extinction.
The male burrows, impelled

like the wasp that lays its eggs
in the flowering fruit of the fig,
and dies there in the fig.
The male struts his peacock walk,
bows and dances to female rhythms, knows
his loins will dance against hers, and flesh
will form and come alive
on the mounds in Deaths Valley.
So the women lie down like fields

while the wintry sun shines thin and bleak
and the wind blows cold with the smell of snow?
VILLANELLE
The following workshops are more advanced forms for advanced students. The words villain
and villanelle (villa-N ELL) come from the Latin (or Italian) word villa, which means country
house or farm. Originally a villain wasnt a bad character in a story, he was simply a farm
servant, a country bumpkin. The villanelle was an old Italian folk song with an accompanying
dance. Since the seventeenth century, the villanelle has had its current form, although it has
moved, in the hands of contemporary poets, to themes other than love or the joys of country
living.
A French poet, Jean Passerat (1534-1602), wrote a poem in the late 1500s which he entitled
Villanelle, and the form of this poem came to be the strict form for all villanelles.
In the villanelle there are six stanzas; the first five are three line stanzas and the final stanza is
four lines. The first line and third line of the poem take turns repeating as the final line of the
next four stanzas, and then are rejoined as the last two lines of the poem. The poem has a rhyme
scheme of a, b, a throughout, except in the last stanza which has abaa.
The structure isnt as complicated as it sounds. Take this first villanelle by Passerat:
Villanelle
I have lost my dove: A1
Is there nothing I can do? b
I want to go after my love. A2
Do you miss the one you love? a
Alas! I really do: b
I have lost my dove.A1
If your love you prove a
Then my faith is true; 6
Havent you cried enough? a
I will never be through: 6
I have lost my dove.A1
When I cant see her above a
Nothing else seems to do: 6
Death, Ive called long enough, a
Take what is given to you: 6
I have lost my dove,At
The villanelle lends itself to seriousness, as well as to frivolity. It consists of nineteen lines:
five three-lined stanzas, concluding with a quatrain. The refrain couplet, which terminates the
form, consists of lines one and three of the first triplet. Only two rhyming sounds are used.
Theocritus Dost thou remember Sicily?

Oscar Wilde
Still through the ivy flits the bee
O Singer of Persephone! Where Amaryllis lies in state,
In the dim meadows desolate, O Singer of Persephone!
for the living daylight fades in your hand.
Simaetha calls on Hecate,
And hears the wild dogs at the gate; The white mare paws at your gate, you stand
Dost thou remember Sicily? juggling business deals upon black phones.
Raise your eyes. Beyond, the shifting sand
Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate, buries starfish and mating eels. Look, man
O Singer of Persephone! making land and securities your
cornerstones
And still in boyish rivalry for living, daylight fades in your hand.
Young Daphnis challenges his mate:
Dost thou remember Sicily? You call three shirts ostentation, cant stand
feminists, liberals, interest-free loans.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee; Raise your eyes beyond the shifting sand.
For thee the jocund shepherds wait,
O Singer of Persephone! Sea-lions call, dripping mermaids demand
Dost thou remember Sicily? entry at your door, the swelling wave foams
. as the living daylight fades. In your hand
the money-counting years grimly span
You My Husband by Hilary Tham hard cash, bonds, they unflesh your bones.
Raise your eyes beyond the shifting sand
Raise your eyes beyond the shiftings and for the living day. Light fades in your hand.
scrimpings your account in the Savings & -- Hilary Tham
Loan,
A form needs a formula, plain and simple. Without one, it will be hit-and-miss. You cannot
always create a villanelle by sitting at your desk or computer and composing from the top down
(as you would a free verse poem). Neither can you rely much on discovery, letting the muse
dictate a villanelle from on high. The scheme is too fixed to do that.
Instead you have to plot out your villanelle the way a short story writer or novelist plots a
manuscriptbefore writing it. When you do, you will decrease the chances of wrenching rhyme
or forcing lines and increase the chances of composing a masterful villanelle.
Follow this method:
Know the Pattern
The villanelle uses two rhymes (designated by a and b), five tercets and one ending quatrain
(or five three-line stanzas and one four-line stanza), and two repeating lines (designated by A
and A2the first and third lines of the first tercet, which repeat alternately as the third line of
each following tercet and, finally, as the ending two lines).
Thus, the form: A1-b-A2 a-b-A2 a-b-A2 a-b-A1 a-b-A2 a-b-A1-A2. See template.
BURIAL A1 The stalks of wheat appear to
by Michael Bugeja writhe and bow
A1 The stalks of wheat appear to writhe and bow
b As funnel clouds descend upon the plain. a Then burst into a thunderclap of
A2 The farmer ends his dreaming with a plow. crow.
b They flap against sky but do not
a The sirens in the village always blow, gain.
b As if to synchronize his life of pain. A2 The farmer ends his dreaming with
a plow. Lest we do our youth wrong,
Gather them while we may:
a The funnel clouds increase, the shadows grow. Wine and woman and song.
b A gust of wind revolves the weathervane.
A1 The stalks of wheat appear to writhe and bow. Three things render us strong,
Vine leaves, kisses and bay:
a His family beckons but he will not go Yet is day over long.
b To shelter as the twister tills the grain.
A2 The farmer ends his dreaming with a plow Unto us they belong,
Us the bitter and gay,
a To meet his fate in fields. He does not know Wine and woman and song.
b The apparitions bobbing in the rain.
A1 The stalks of wheat appear to writhe and bow. We, as we pass along,
A2 The farmer ends his dreaming with a plow. Are sad that they will not stay;
Yet is day over long.
Fruits and flowers among,
What is better than they:
Villanelle of the Poets Road Wine and woman and song?
by Ernest Dowson [18671900] Yet is day over long.
Wine and woman and song,
Three things garnish our way:
Yet is day over long.
Theres something soothing or hypnotic about the sound of a villanelle, the way the lines come
back, like waves at the ends of the stanzas. The form also carries a tone of conviction that
reinforces its sentiments. In the nineteenth century, French writer, Leconte de Lisle, used the
form of the villanelle but wrote more serious, philosophical poems. American poet Edwin
Arlington Robinson wrote a somber villanelle (House on the Hill) about a house that has been
left empty, using short, simple sentences. They are all gone away, / The house is shut and still, /
There is nothing more to say. In 1935, Dylan Thomas wrote Do Not Go Gentle into That Good
Night. This very serious villanelle is about not giving in to death and it is written eloquently,
with long, dramatic lines.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Combining Meter With Content
The villanelle works best using a four-foot or five-foot line. (trimeter starts to call attention to
the pattern instead of the poems content because of shorter line lengths.) Serious villanelles
usually employ iambs or a combination of iambs and trochees. Lighter ones use more anapests
for a tripping meter or dactyls for a haunting, childlike or marching meter.
Before you pick a meter for your poem, he sure to align it with content The villanelle is an
ideal form to express a nagging or recurring thought or idea. You might use anapestic
pentameter, say, for a Light verse villanelle about rejection slips or dactyllic tetrameter for a
villanelle about marching to the mailbox awaiting a manuscript Or iambic pentameter for a
villanelle about the struggle to fulfill your dreams as an artist, questioning your sacrifices in the
recurring lines
The Method
Because the first and third lines of the villanelle repeat according to a pattern and then must
come together as ending lines in the final quatrain, first compose the ending (as you would a
couplet). Many villanelles fail because the first and third lines of the first stanza are not strong
enough to sustain the structure and then serve as a conclusion By composing the last two lines
first, youll save yourself time and energy and virtually guarantee a first draft.
Compose your final lines carefully so that each reads as a unit of thought or speech. (This will
make it easier to insert a line between them in the first stanza and to improvise in the middle
stanzas.) Then pick end words that generate many rhymes.
It is possible to write all different sorts of poems using the basic, fairly complex structure of
the villanelle. Think of something you tee! strongly about. Then write two lines that are
approximately the same length and that rhyme. These two can be your repeating lines, in
other words: lines A1 and A2. Once you have those two lines and you are happy with what they
say, then let your head and heart dance around with the other lines of the poems. Writing a
villanelle is like working a jigsaw puzzle; you can move the lines around quite a bit until they
finally seem to fit, to make a kind of poetic sense.
Missing Dates by William Empson [1906]

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.
It is not the effort nor the failure tires.
The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
It is not your system or clear sight that mills
Down small to the consequence a life requires;
They bled an old dog dry yet the exchange rills
Of young dog blood gave but a months desires;
It is the Chinese tombs and the slag hills
Usurp the soil, and not the soil retires.
Not to have fire is to be a skin that shrills.
The complete fire is death. From partial fires
It is the poems you have lost, the ills
From missing dates, at which the heart expires.
Here is Elizabeth Bishops poem One Art, from her last book of poems, Geography III:
ONE ART
The art of losing isnt hard to master;
so many things seemed filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isnt hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mothers watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isnt hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasnt a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shant have lied. Its evident
the art of losings not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
MIRANDAS SONGby W.H. Auden My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king, ** **
Up jumped the Black Man behind the elder tree,

Turned a somersault and ran away waving;
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely.
The Witch gave a squawk; her venomous body

Melted into light as water leaves a spring
At his crossroads, too, the Ancient prayed for me

Down his wasted cheeks tears of joy were
running:
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely.
He kissed me awake, and no one was sorry;

The sun shone on sails, eyes, pebbles, anything,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea
So, to remember our changing garden we

Are linked as children in a circle dancing:
Villanelle We long to hold still as moss-grown rocks

by Samantha Pimentel (Grade 7) skin touching skin toward passions encore.
A little kiss when no one sees Then we curse the invention of clocks.
Wheres the impropriety?
A little kiss for you, my love. Old married passion is unorthodox.
We have it, its when we lift off and soar.
A little kiss for you, my little bird We long to hold still as moss-grown rocks,
A little kiss when no one sees to sink into the sleep of pressed hemlocks,
ignore the wants of others, put us before.
A little kiss for you, my little bird Then we curse the invention of clocks,
A little kiss for you, my love. clinging together like a pair of socks
in the dryer till the world calls, or Bangor.
A little kiss for you, my little bird We long to hold still as moss-grown rocks.
A little kiss when no one sees Keats, Plath, Thomas, Lorca - their dying mocks
our hope as we type words of bone and gore.
A little kiss for you, my little bird Then we curse the invention of clocks,
A little kiss for you, my love. curse our clumsy netting of the minds flocks.
Words fly into the dark where death keeps score.
A little kiss for you, my little bird Too soon we must hold still as moss-grown rocks;
Wheres the impropriety? then, well bless the invention of clocks.
A little kiss when no one sees
A little kiss for you, my love. ** **
** **
THE TYRANNY OF CLOCKS
by Hilary Tham
Villanelle by David Mayo (Grade 6) Light brings him from sleep, he gets up with a roll.
Wanting some food, he constructs a small snare.
Over a hill climbs a stumpy old troll, Over a hill climbs a stumpy old troll,
A breeze juggles his knotted hair,
Scribbling down what he sees in his scroll. He packs up his belongings, a nugget of gold
And some to use for the wooden bridge fare.
He lowers himself onto a grassy knoll Scribbling down what he sees in his scroll,
Staring out blankly, to see what is there
Over a hill climbs a stumpy old troll, He turns to go home, his trip almost whole,
He had a good time, he munches on a pear.
Night, it comes swiftly, he lights a fire with coal, Over a hill climbs a stumpy old troll,
Using some flint, out emerges a flare, Scribbling down what he sees in his scroll.
Scribbling down what he sees in his scroll.
** **
VILLANELLE TEMPLATE Start with two strong lines that rhyme. Write them below as:
a1_________________________________________________________
a2_________________________________________________________
Fill them in the appropriate lines marked a1 and a2. These lines repeat in a fixed order. Now complete
the poem with lines that rhyme with a rhyme where marked or end in a different rhyme b. Or with
the same rhyme (this is more difficult).Remember Poem title________________________
a1_____________________________________________________________________
b_____________________________________________________________________
a2_____________________________________________________________________
a _____________________________________________________________________
b______________________________________________________________________
a1_____________________________________________________________________
a ______________________________________________________________________
b______________________________________________________________________
a2_____________________________________________________________________
a _____________________________________________________________________
b_____________________________________________________________________
a1____________________________________________________________________
a _____________________________________________________________________
b_____________________________________________________________________
a2____________________________________________________________________
a _____________________________________________________________________
b_____________________________________________________________________
a1_____________________________________________________________________
a2______________________________________________________________________
SESTINA
Sestina is a French form. The word means six. The sestina contains six stanzas of six lines each and
a final stanza of three lines. The six end words may or may not rhyme, but they repeat in a fixed
pattern in 6 stanzas. The end stanza uses all 6 words in 3 lines in a fixed order.
CHOICES by Hilary Tham
For sins of negation and aborted chance
we toss and burn, sleepless in the dark
for lives we uprooted before they could take.
We could have been kind to the living
child with grandmothers face, now dead,
plucked from seeds of other faces ready to fall.
Sooner or late, the speckling leaves fall

from the tree to lie until chance
winds stir them. They simulate the dead.
Blind worms find their pyres in the dark,
spin their veins and cells into living
threads the oak and sycamore will take.
The foxglove and maidenhair fern too will take

them to infuse leaves with green until fall,
tumbling them on a spoke of the living
wheel forever unless dislodged by chance
or deliberately raked into hot dark
incinerators to become truly dead.
Trees bend over their dead,

ghost roots follow them as they take
the spiraling path into the dark,
past dinosaur bones, Devonian ferns. They fall
until earth heaves, random chance,
and rolls them up toward the living,
spins them past the living

rooted in the planets skin. The dead
cannot know or care they chance
to rise. Insensate, they take
the ghost ride skyward, thin dark
motes borne forever in free fall.
We remember our lost futures in Fall

as beauty breaks from the living
and color vanishes into the dark
uncolor of Night. We smell the dead
on her black shield. Memories take
us by the throat. We wait for another chance.
Now we are ready. The chance will fall

to others to take into their arms living
children. Our dead open us in the dark.
Write a sentence that has meaning for you. Select 6 words from the sentence that are interesting to you
and that may have more than one meaning or usage. Number the words 1 6. Now place the words at
the end of the lines as shown.. word 1 on all the lines marked 1, word 2 on lines marked word 2 and so
on.
1 _______________________________________________(word 1)
2 _______________________________________________(word 2)
3 _______________________________________________(word 3)
4________________________________________________(word 4)
5________________________________________________(word 5)
6________________________________________________(word 6)
6 _______________________________________________(word 6)
1 _______________________________________________(word 1)
5 _______________________________________________(word 5)
2________________________________________________(word 2)
4________________________________________________(word 4)
3________________________________________________(word 3)
3 ________________________________________________(word 3)
6 ________________________________________________(word 6)
4 ________________________________________________(word 4)
1_________________________________________________(word 1)
2_________________________________________________(word 2)
5_________________________________________________(word 5)
5 ________________________________________________(word 5)
3 ________________________________________________(word 3)
2 ________________________________________________(word 2)
6_________________________________________________(word 6)
1_________________________________________________(word 1)
4_________________________________________________(word 4)
4 ________________________________________________(word 4)
5 ________________________________________________(word 5)
1 ________________________________________________(word 1)
3_________________________________________________(word 3)
6_________________________________________________(word 6)
2_________________________________________________(word 2)
2 ________________________________________________(word 2)
4 ________________________________________________(word 4)
6 ________________________________________________(word 6)
5_________________________________________________(word 5)
3_________________________________________________(word 3)
1_________________________________________________(word 1)
1 ____(word 1)_________2_____(word 2)________________________
3 ______(word 3)____________4______(word 4)_______________________
5 ______(word 5)____________6________(word 6)_____________________
NESTING RHYMES
Take a word (of three or more syllables) write it on the blackboard and have students brainstorm what
other words come to mind or may be found as anagrams in the word, e.g. EMOTION, MOTION,
OCEAN, SHUN. or AGGRAVATION, GRAVEL, RAVEL, RAVE, AVE in descending syllabic run.
THEN write a poem using those words for a poem that is rich is assonance. The point of this exercise
is to take the mind from normal patterns of thinking or following an idea along logical paths. This way,
you make strange and fun leaps to other words that are nested inside the big word. They can reverse
the order in the poem so they go from simple one syllable word to that big word. Like ask, raid, rude,
mosque, made, quad, masquerade. Clincher is tell them the poem does not have to make sense for this
exercise.
Variation: Challenge them to write a 12 line poem, 4 stanzas of 3 lines each. Each stanza uses a
diminishing rhyme. e.g. stanza one, the first line would end with the word obtrude, the second line end
with rude, and the third line end with rue. Stanza 2 would use another nesting rhyme set: its lines
would end in 1)learn, 2)earn, 3)ear.
More ambitious students could use the same ONE nesting rhyme for all four stanzas.
Example: Nesting rhyme: - vagrant grant rant ran - ant
Sample poem:
Walking without care, I saw this vagrant
On the corner of Fourth and Grant
and ran when he began to rant
Gimme an ant, gimme an ant!
List these on board as examples of possible nesting rhymes to use and have them do a practice run on
the blackboard of their own nesting rhymes.
Disappear apple - pear ear
engine nine gin in
quaver aver- ave
gravel ravel rave grave lave
prayer pray pay rare
seasoning season sea son
reverberate berate revere rate - ever bear be
kaleidoscope scope code kale slide cope cop
bramble ramble ram ROM
charmer harm arm
engagement gage age mage
scaffold scoff scold - fold old
scatter cater scat sat cat
intertwine tine twine wine wire tire inert
cockatrice rice- ice
incandescent descent scent cant cane Cain
CLOSURES OR HOW DOES A POEM END?

Closure is a relative matter. A poem may be gently though firmly closed, or slammed shut, locked and
bolted. As the metaphor suggests, the ending of a poem is a gesture of exit, and like all gestures, it has
expressive value. The manner in which a poem concludes becomes, in effect, the last and frequently
the most significant thing it says.
In most of Shakespeare's sonnets, the last couplet is both logical conclusion and mathematical sum.
Also in its purity and absoluteness, it brings the poem to a point where any further development would
be superfluous and anti-climatic.
A summary ending is also true of John Keats' "Ode on a Grecian Urn."
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
The above device is called a coda. Another device is hyperbole, where a passage, by the effect of
unqualified assertion, of universals, absolutes and superlatives, can have a sort of dramatic validity -
often a signal of emotional climax, or extremity, a point where the speaker is apparently striving for
the ultimate, consummate and most comprehensive expression of the motives and emotions of the
occasion of the poem. Ours is a society and time that is not comfortable with pronouncements of
absolutes or "absolute truths." Hence we like closures without too much resolution.
T.S. Eliot was the master of the closure without resolution. In "Gerontion", the old man's fruitless
ruminations concludes with this reflexive reference:
Tenants of the house.
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.
The tenants of the brain will continue, presumably, to move aimlessly from room to room, unable to
rest until they dry up and turn to dust. The poem and reader do rest, however, for in affirming the fact
of irresolution, the last line separates itself from the structure of irresolution, and in acknowledging the
affirmation that irresoluteness exists, the reader has drawn an appropriate "conclusion"
POETRY FOLDER PROJECT

DATE ASSIGNED:____________ DUE DATE: _____________
Throughout the poetry unit, as students read, write and share poetry, you are expected to collect poems
and journal entries you have written. You collection of work will be put together into a folder to be
turned in as a final project. During class you will be instructed in specific types of poetry and you will
have some time to experience writing using specific styles. However, you will be expected to work at
home as needed to keep up and create a collection of final products.
In addition, at the end of the unit, each student will be asked to submit one original piece of poetry to
display during the week of ____________.
REQUIREMENTS FOR AN A
a very colorful, well-decorated cover including title and author name
colorful illustrations throughout the book folder
a neat, accurate Table of Contents including titles of all poems and page numbers
10 poems
REQUIREMENTS FOR AN B
colorful, decorated cover including title and author name
colorful illustrations throughout the book folder
neat Table of Contents
8 poems
REQUIREMENTS FOR AN C
cover includes title and author name
some illustrations with color
Table of Contents present
6 poems
REQUIREMENTS FOR AN D
Partial completion of the requirements for a C
CRITERIA TEACHER STUDENT

Cover _______ ________
Checklist _______ ________
Illustrations _______ ________
1. Simile Poem _______ ________
2. Face Poem with face drawing
(Motif poem) _______ ________
3. Memory Poem (Free Verse) _______ ________
4. Limerick ________ ________
5. Sound poem (Free Verse) ________ ________
6. Colors poem (Free Verse) ________ ________
7. Nursery rhyme/ template poem ________ ________
8. Then & Now/ perspective poem ________ ________
9. Haiku ________ ________
10. Poem (your choice) ________ ________
FINAL GRADE ON POETRY BOOK: _________ __________
MINI-ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS TO ENJOY

Fog by Carl Sandburg, 1918
I'd Like to be a Lighthouse
The fog comes Rachel Lyman Field
on little cat feet.
It sits looking I'd like to be a lighthouse
All scrubbed and painted white.
over harbor and city I'd like to be a lighthouse
on silent haunches And stay awake all night
and then moves on. To keep my eye on everything
That sails my patch of sea;
** I'd like to be a lighthouse
Who Has Seen The Wind? With the ships all watching me.
Christina Giorgina Rossetti
**
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you: What Any Lover Learns
But when the leaves hang trembling, by Archibald MacLeish
The wind is passing through.
Water is heavy silver over stone,
Who has seen the wind? Water is heavy silver over stone
Neither you nor I: Refusal. It does not fall. It fills. It flows
But when the trees bow down their heads, Every crevice, every fault of the stone,
The wind is passing by.
Every hollow. River does not run.
In the morning the city River presses its heavy silver self
Spreads its wings Down into stone and stone refuses.
Making a song
In stone that sings. What runs,
Swirling and leaping into sun, is stones
*** Refusal of the river, not the river.
City **
Langston Hughes
In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging lights
About its head.
The Purple Cow Ghost Prints by J. H. Beall

Gelett Burgess (1866-1951)
Nothing vanishes
I never saw a Purple Cow, As the kettle steams
I never hope to see one, the water disappears
But I can tell you, anyhow, yet
I'd rather see than be one! on the windows
interleaved between
Way Down South the cold outside
Anonymous and the vapors
the condensation
Way down South where bananas grow, outlines
A grasshopper stepped on an elephant's toe. the handprint
The elephant said, with tears in his eyes, that you made
'Pick on somebody your own size.' where you leaned too far
to see the sky.
** Until he is dismembered into grit:

HERRING GULL until he is finally translated
by Vladimir Levchev into the land of termites.
On the beach before dark Juggler by Mel Belin
the herring gulls,
old men in white with long shadows, He is a juggler. Up into the air--
strut and chat with each other. one ball, two balls, three. The entire show
is spinning through his hands. He does not
We don't know their language. know
But we listen. how long to play the game. He does not care.
He plays it day and night, and with a prayer
The sea comes as in a dream, he keeps it going even though the snow
delivering a dramatic report. has started falling softly, even though
the bombs are falling. There is no despair.
We don't know the languages He is a juggler. One ball, two balls, three.
of the wind, the sunset, the stars. And as he tosses, nations rise and fall.
Still we listen. Under a Torquemada men may bend
or break. Then in a flash they're standing free
As children and tall. For centuries, he's seen it all.
we played a game called "broken telephone." He juggles balls.
Someone whispers words to you. He'll be here in the end.
You guess what they are
and whisper them to someone else.
We don't know the first word.
But we listen.
And so we make
our parallel worlds.
***
ELEPHANT by Vladimir Levchev

Termites too
have a land of their own.
They dwell in Babylonian towers
hundreds of stories high.
But in the world of the elephant
there are no termites.
Walking unaware
this warm shortsighted mountain
accidentally treads upon
the termites' hunting grounds.
A detachment of border guards
goes up his trunk
to reconnoiter.
The elephant sneezes and wonders
when he caught a cold.
Then like prophetic thrills
the billions crawl over him.
They work on the elephant restlessly.
A BALKAN DANCE Is the only because

by Vladimir Levchev I'll ever need
It's over all
We are the Bulgarian soldiers The if and wonder
blinded by Basil, Where does it go as it goes ahead
the emperor of Constantinople. Why does it always glisten.
We are 15,000 men.
One in every ten of us IF HE NEVER HEARS THIS
has one eye to lead us. by Hiram Larew
We hold hands, walk and trip,
like a ring dance There's no pattern to what disappears
from horizon to horizon Nothing to make sure that our ideas are
under the light of the sunset. everlasting
Or repeated
We were returning home The puny overlap between us all
to our king Samuel. Is such that
The king saw us We can't predict what stays or lingers
and died of a heart attack. Or leaves
But we didn't see him. It may be that wishing wells
We continue our dance Especially their walls
barefooted in wild forests, Know the secret of this yearning to endure
on the embers of camp fires, Somehow fireworks do too coming down
sliding on frozen lakes But mostly we know that everyone we know
under the cold sharp constellations. . . Is just water
And all we are are snaps
We are dancing towards a new millennium
and all we can see in our future Never ask anyone anything directly
is our past. Be a swan's neck
So that you find out everything by guessing
And for balance
POURING by Hiram Larew Imagine loving so much that it feels like
You are unscrewing the lid of a jar
I know that Before going
Wintery mountains are more important by far
Than this The boring point is this
They're meant to be The best friend to make is chance -
Our best brothers Do whatever it takes
But your eyes To wake up tangled in the arms of maybe
For as far as land goes Start to trust what you've done
Were more surprising by far For as long as a blink
Like trees on pillows Mostly think like a windy corner.
I believe that anything is possible Epithet by Judy McCombs

And that excitement will always be followed
By calm The first man I called Sir
So really if nothing else gets settled the wrong way, not meaning it, was the one
There's this at least - who stopped his black Chevy on the hill
I've been you forever near high school, Could I come over
& show him the route to West
When birds land on edges they scatter some Cherry Lane? I could, he didn't
snow look dirty or strange, just grown-up
My hand made the same kind of mistake but young, with a dark plaid shirt
It didn't know & his sleeves turned up, & a road map
That the best part is pouring unfolded over the steering,
like my father, on trips. I was trying
Others may disagree to see where he pointed, when I couldn't
But just once help seeing his other hand hefting
something below, it looked
alive but somehow skinned over,

like sausage. I knew he wanted But what of real love? Did Barbie and T.'s
me to think it was really all him. live past demolition, or die long before it?
He wasn't ugly or anything Did T.'s love leave the wall? Was Barbie's ever
different, he had a regular nose, there?
his eyes were dark & real serious, When Barbie laid azure or emerald or onyx
giving orders somehow. He was handsome eyes on T.'s declaration, did she roll them
in fact. This was all broad daylight, in ecstasy or embarrassment?
& houses I knew, my regular Did Barbie and T. find out too late
route. So I called him Sir that love can squall and soil itself,
& more Sir, pretending I thought or wither in a stranger's wink, or survive
nothing was wrong, while I backed the fatal screech of cars against each other?
away from his arm, which had hairs
like the minister's, & the closed car door, Or did Barbie and T., a couple not perfect
& got back to the papers I'd been folding but comfortable with their familiarity.
on the storm drain corner. His car see their wall come down with a pang for youth
drove off up the hill, getting smaller, so long gone, so shortly gone,
like a little black toy. The street hold hands for the millionth time, and wave
stayed empty. I looked down at my jeans, at T. Junior walking with his first girlfriend?
which were brand-new from Penney's, with a If the earth has an answer, the dozers drown it
plaid, out.
red-&-white, lining the cuffs. Their burring voices shake the overpass
where "Todd Loves Tiffany" appeared last
Next day, in the lunchroom, I started week
to tell my best friends, at the end and echo in the park, rustling the oak tree
of the table. They giggled a lot, where Isaac has loved Maude a hundred years.
Was he handsome? Did he ask you to hold it? ---------------------------------------------------------
Did he show you his money? I wanted Fatslug on Ice by Miles David Moore
to ask was it really all him,
but didn't know how. Then Agnes, It's the Olympic skating finals, Fatslug.
who was bigger, said he was just a pervert, Never mind you've never skated before.
they always came out in the spring Never mind you were brought here under false
back home, why once there was one waiting pretenses.
at the bus stop, with his fly wide open, Never mind your hands are tied behind your back
& she & her cousins just laughed and you're wearing roller skates.
& pointed, till he cussed them out The spotlight shines on you, Fatslug.
& ran off in the woods. Just a pervert, The program calls for you to begin
that's all. I felt better, & thirsty with a triple-Salkow and double-Lutz,
& hungry. Agnes had finished whatever those are.
most of my lunch, which was chowder
with franks, so she gave me her pie, The friends who told you this was just for fun
which was cinnamon apple with topping, are the judges. They sit
& better than usual. So I had immovable as Aku-Aku, lights
two desserts, before the bell rang. refracting from their glasses like sun from glaciers,
pencils sharpened to stiletto points.
"I Love Barbie Taylor. T. Mc." by Miles
David Moore The crowd is sending up a chant
--sign spray-painted on a since-demolished wall which is either, "Fat-SLUG! Fat-SLUG! Fat-SLUG!"
in Arlington, Va. or something far less pleasant.
The judges, with ostentatious flourishes,
It's official now. T. Mc. no longer write zero-point-zero before you even move.
loves Barbie Taylor--not for the commuters "The Flight of the Bumblebee" squawks through the
on I-395 who for eight thousand yesterdays P.A. system
read passion in three-foot schoolboy script. as you take your first step and fall full forward
Today the bulldozers came, and romantic to meet your old friend ice.
words became rubble, to be cleared away
for the ritual mating of asphalt and earth.
Two Men by Miles David Moore

Two men drive by a field
With a horse, a tree, and a pond.
"What a beautiful horse!" the first man says.
The second man, driving, glances toward the
horse.
"Awfully swaybacked," he answers.
The first man is humbled
And says nothing more.
Only later--much later--
Does he realize it wasn't a horse
He found beautiful,
But a horse with a windblown mane
In a green field with a windblown tree
And the sun scattering stars on a pond.
The Waking by Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I learn by going where I have to go.
ADDITIONAL RESOURCES
POETRY SITES: these sites offer poetry texts.
Bartelby.com Great Books Online
www.bartleby.com/verse/
The Poetry Archive at eMule.com
www.emule.com/poetry/index.cgi
Everypoet.com
www.everypoet.com/index.htm
Representing Poetry Online
www.library.utoronto.ca/utel/rp/intro.html
The Academy of American Poets
www.poets.org
Contemporary Poetry at About.com
www.poetry.about.com/arts/poetry/
American Verse Project
www.hti.umich.edu/cgo/a/amverse-idx?page=bibl
Knopf Poetry Site

http://www.randomhouse.com/knopf/poetry
Poetry Bay
www.poetrybay@aol.com
Poetry Daily
http://www.poems.com/
Poetry Teachers
http://www.poetryteachers.com/
Favorite Poem with tips for teachers site
http://www.favoritepoem.org/classroom/index.htm
Potomac Review
www.meral.com/potomac
Beltway Poetry: the Washington DC area
http://www.washingtonart.com -- ample selection of individual of local poets' poems
The Word Works, Inc.
http://www.wordworksdc.com - good poems
Hilary Tham web-page
http://www.geocities.com/Hilarytham - I have a section on some of my workshops.
ADDITIONAL RESOURCES
BOOKS:
1. Kenneth Koch: Wishes, Lies, and Dreams: Teaching Children to Write Poetry , Harper &
Row, New York, 1980
2. Kenneth Koch: Rose, Where Did You Get that Red? Teaching Great Poetry to Children ,
Vintage Books, New York, 1974
3. Kenneth Koch & Kate Farrell: Sleeping on the Wing: An Anthology of Modern Poetry with
Essays on Reading and Writing which is an anthology of poems with suggestions on writing
exercises triggered by them- eg he has suggestion on Ways to look at an orange, et al from
Steven's Thirteen Ways to look at a Blackbird.
4. Karin Faulkner et, Ed. The Boy Who Heard A Voice, California Poets in the Schools 1989
Anthology- has essays by poets-in-the schools on their best methods.
5. Audrey Brainard & Denise Wrubel: Literature-Based Science Activities: an integrated
approach, Grades K-3, Scholastic Inc. 1993 Has hands on activities to springboard writing
activities. (You have to think up the writing activity).
6. Ron Padgett, Ed., The Teachers & Writers HANDBOOK of POETIC FORMS, Teachers &
Writers Collaborative, New York. 1987
7. Nikki Moustaki: The COMPLETE IDIOT's GUIDE to Writing Poetry - fun to read and good
for generating ideas for workshops., Alpha Books 2001
8. Lavonne Mueller/Jerry D. Reynolds: CREATIVE WRITING: Forms & Techniques, NTC
1990-- again good place for fun ideas/ things to get kids turned on to writing.
9. The Scholastic RHYMING DICTIONARY: this is a good book as a resource in the
workshop for most kids love to rhyme and I like to allow them to use rhyme judiciously-- and
stress the importance of restraint in rhyme, unless it is a nonsense poem, which is another
form to enable kids to enjoy creative writing.
10. Mary O'Neill: Hailstones and Halibut Bones, Doubleday, 1989 - 12 wonderful poems
about the colors. Good example resource for color poems.

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Hilary Tham Adventures in Poetry: Writing Poems with Students 1

Art & poetry workshops

FREEING THE IMAGINATION --THE BASICS OF POETRY 12

Template 1: (noun) ice

Money - 11,000,000 by Taylor Chamberlin

SUGGESTIONS FOR MAKING WRITING A POSITIVE EXPERIENCE:

SAMPLE LESSON PLAN

BUILDING BLOCKS FOR POETS

CRITERIA FOR EFFECTIVE LEARNING ACTIVITIES

FREEING THE IMAGINATION --THE BASICS OF POETRY

MAKING WORD PICTURES:THE SIMILE WORKSHOP

SAMPLE SIMILE POEMS (K-1) Slippery as Jell-O,

Peace is like a stuffed animal, cute

ROLLING SIMILES POEM

ROLLING SIMILE POEMS BY PIMMIT HILLS HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS

MAKING WORD PICTURES THE METAPHORS WORKSHOP

MIRROR by Sylvia Plath

I hear cows are screaming at my aunts house

PHOTOGRAPHS INTO POEMS

to see something in the form of a photograph is to encounter a potential object of fascination.

John Szarkowski writes, Photography is a system of visual editing. At bottom, it is a matter of

DEAD BOY IN THE ROAD AT FREDERICKSBURG

COLOR YOUR POEMS SATURDAY

We explore further with the following questions:

What color is Saturday? Monday?

How do certain colors make you feel?

Gray is sorrow, like rain and tears.

Superstition by Hilary Tham

The Chinese believe our dead return

White butterflies never appear at funerals

Sister died young. I grew and left home.

Sample 1: On the outside, Im ________ (e.g. noisy as a seagull)

Sample 2: People think Im .

Inside/outside motif poems -- Pedro Vides Grade 6, Parkview School

I seem to be like a bird Outside. Im as wellbehaved as an owl

On the outside I seem to be I may seem to be as hard as a rock

CATERPILLARS & BUTTERFLIES: PERSPECTIVE POEMS

WINDOW by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

The Black Snake **

He is as cool and gleaming But when he brushes up against a screen,

THEN & NOW: TIME PERSPECTIVE POEMS

Ample time should be allowed for students to discuss

I used to think ____________________

Growing Up by Wong May

THE POEM ON AIR

If air were an animal, it would be a _____ (e.g. tiger chasing a rabbit)

If I were air, Air would be a rhino -- he can move through

AIR POEM Part 2 by Mrs. Vetter's 4/5 grade

If air were an animal, it'll be a bird

Air would be a horse, quiet and tame.

Air would be a dolphin, quiet at times,

I were water, Id be ____________

by Sarah Staab GR. 4

Water is beautiful, If water were an animal, itd be an eagle that

If I were snow, Ill be

If you like, you can find some words to repeat.

SAMPLE MEMORY POEMS

WHEN by Shirley Geok-lin Lim

When I was a child, I would watch the spray

FAMILY FIGHT by Hilary Tham Growing up in a dirt lane of shacks,

Why did they do this?

Old laughter _(verb), old music __(verb).