Pinckney's Poem

At this stage the grieving survivors cut each tie and relinquish the bonds that link them to the deceased. Frost depicts that the grieving will have to come to terms with the many life changes that may follow the boys death yet there is utter helplessness that life must go on as they turn away to their affairs.

Richard Blanco is a Cuban- American poet who was given the oppurunity to write an inaugaration poem for Barack Obama's second swearing-in. He wrote a poem titled "One Today" that praised the good and unique things about the United States and also the everyday people who's daily routines help to make America the proud country that it is.

Let us also pay homage to the members of their families who bravely accepted the irreplaceable loss of a beloved child, parent, partner or sibling.

Tuesday, September 12th wasn’t any normal day, it was a day of remembrance and sadness. Everyone in the family met at the church at 10 a.m., we then sat there and socialized until eleven o'clock. The preacher, pianist, and singer then walked out into the chapel where we all sat, with emptiness in our hearts. The pianist then started playing a church tune, and the singer, a lady from the church, started singing. Some of the people in the family then glanced at each other and tried not to laugh at the horrid sound of the lady. After she finally stopped singing, the pastor walked up to the casket. He then said, “Bow your heads, We stand here today to honor Robert F. “Bob” Williams.”

Terrifying shrieks filled the air as dark blood trickled down his body. He lay on the road, worn down, the blood staining his clothes, creating a stream down the road. He thought of his life, why he hadn’t realized what horrible acts he had committed. He thought why he had to be a fireman. He thought why was there no good in this world. He lay there waiting for his final seconds to quickly pass. “Farewell,

It is with grave desperation that I write to you to implore your assistance with a matter most dire. On the morning of Sunday the 12th of this very month, as our community gathered to the Church for morning service, our beloved Reverend Giles Warren was found dead upon the sacred building’s very steps. If this were not a devastating shock within its own right, the manner in which his body was found beseeches me to write to you for aid. His throat had been cut from to ear to ear, but no blood was spilled upon the steps. And most peculiarly, the petals of a bloomed red rose were found not only in the deceased’s mouth, but with a single petal laid across each eye. I implore you, your Honor, to aid Larkhill

ethereal beings, upon thee i call to recount the adventure of recklessness the adolescents who took upon themselves the journey of a lifetime while the clock ticked away counting down the seconds before they all departed to live there own lives and never see each other again. “watching her soul be torn into several pieces was an event i couldn’t bear to witness and yet she strapped me down and forced me to help her in her own unbecoming. a beautiful girl, with a beautiful name jacklyn khione lockwood the only 6 syllable name that could sound that heavenly and signify the creation of the most perfect human being on earth what a shame that she

A. The basic elements of the piece interior of Tintern Abbey by J.M.W. Turner is

Phillis Wheatley was the first African American to publish a book of poetry. Wheatley was educated and given her freedom. According to Phillis Wheatley’s poem, “To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth,” the poet supports individual rights by showing robust feelings about her country, America. One reason she adores America is due to the form of government. In her poem, Wheatley addresses to the Principal Secretary in an honorable and respectful way, by calling him “majesty.”

As I was reading Phillis Wheatley poem, I found it very interesting on how she discovered she was a Christian. As we discussed in class, she knew she was a Christian, but at the same time she had a mind of her own. From my understanding, our ancestors came to America as Christians already, so my question is why our ancestors were treated like animals? If we are Christians, we should be treated equally, right?

It all started when Kagome woke up, she woke up to the noise of bombs. She looked out the window to see what was going on, but there was nothing. She how late it was and rushed out the door and rushed to school, when she got there she was right on time. As the day went by the principal made a special announcement saying, “ After school there will be a town meeting, so after school report to the town auditorium.” Kagome thought to herself, that’s strange, we never have town meeting anymore. Sango who looks as confused as Kagome is she says, “ That's weird I’ve never been to a town meeting before.”

As a Christian who volunteers at a small local cemetery with the interest of upkeep, I know it is very hard to lend one’s ear to being called when it happens. As volunteers at this little known United Church of Canada cemetery in

“The Gardner” written by Angela Christmas, express the poem’s complex topic of raising a child with developmental delays. At a young age, the child in the poem was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and other learning disorders. The child’s Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, commonly called ADHD, would cause his teachers to him labeled as a problem child at school. He has always been separated from the other children and placed by himself. His disorders cause him to feel like an outsider in school as well as at home. As a mother, the poet found herself being a helicopter parent with all her children, but more so often with him. The theme of “The Gardner” is about that hovering, anticipating and uncertainty that

In 2001, Natalie was a promising able-bodied swimmer (having just missed out on qualifying for the Olympics in 2000), when she was involved in an accident on her scooter. As a result of the accident, her left leg was amputated below the knee. Natalie was determined to continue swimming, and within 3 months of leaving hospital following her accident, she was back in the pool. Although Natalie found it very difficult to train because of her injury, she did not give up. Instead, she trained harder. Natalie went on become a known Paralympian who won Gold medals at 3 Paralympic Games. In 2008, Natalie was allowed to compete at the Olympics against able-bodied swimmers. Natalie was inspired by a poem which read: “The tragedy of life does not lie

Rennie McQuilkin presents meaning in his poems through his precise word choice and use of figurative language which blends in with carefully chosen ideas and memories. With art being his main focus, McQuilkin splits up his work into two parts; a narrative beginning and a more symbolic end in both “The Collecting” and in “Birth of a Poet.”