“The Saxons are coming, Odin all father protect me now!” said Bjorn the great warrior. “Father, what’s wrong?” questioned Zallion, son of Bjorn. “The Saxons will shed blood and burn our city. You must run to the west to Oslo where the silver moon sets and there a man named Thorak will train you.” replied Bjorn. “But father what will become of you?” said Zallion. “I believe that I shall die in war; I am sorry son.” declared Bjorn. “I will avenge your death father and will come back with an army in ten years and a day and no longer. I shall be 21 years young and vow to you father that I will not rest until the devil himself takes me away. That is my oath - that is my destiny!” exclaimed Zallion.
“May Thor protect you son.” And with that Bjorn handed him an ax, food and water. “With haste son,” cried Bjorn as a poisoned arrow flew into his head. “DEVIL TAKE ME WITH SPEED!” Bjorn was dead. The Devil was lingering around the battle ground and the victorious Saxons could feel it. They knew he was watching blood fly out of the Norwegians heads and knew he was watching when their leader Arak took a bite out of Bjorn’s heart and said, “I AM ARAK - NO ONE CAN CHALLENGE ME!”
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Response to 'Ernest Mann'
Naomi Nye starts this poem by saying, “You can’t order a poem like you order a taco.” She’s saying that poetry is not fast food, it’s slow food: we should take time to write or read a poem because a lot more thought and care goes into it.
Another point is that Nye’s poem doesn't read the way most of us imagine a poem reads, with rhyming lines and such. This poem is more like a letter or a story. In fact, it is a type of letter: “Anyone who says, ‘Here’s my address, write me a poem,’ deserves something in reply.”
In this ‘letter’ Nye writes: “Poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes they are sleeping. They are the shadow drifting across our ceiling the moment before we wake up.” What she’s saying is that poems aren't obvious and that we have to dig deep into ourselves to find their meanings.
She also uses this poem to show us how incredible the world is when we open ourselves up to new ways of looking at things. For example, most of us think that skunks are smelly and gross, but the man she describes (I think it’s the man in her title, Ernest Mann) finds poetry in a skunk’s eyes. Ernest is the opposite to the boy in our last poem, “The Little Boy,” because he is a non-conformist. Nye write of him: “Nothing was ugly just because the world said so.”
My mom always says to me that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Nye says this in a much more poetic and beautiful way. And she reminds us not to prejudge, not only people, but everything in the world.
The Left Eye/ harris burdick
"Was Archie in his bed?" I asked my self.
Ever since my mom and dad died Ive always watched out for my brother just like my mom used to do. " OK Jess calm down Archie is perfectly fine ." I mumbled to myself. But right as I said that I just had to go check on him . I ran to his bedroom as fast as I could. It was so clean that i could actually walk in. But something was different although the pictures weren't crooked or his wooden boat. But just as i looked down I knew the answer, My brother Archie was MISSING!
I was so scared that I didn't bother look for him I just called the police. "Hello this is Jessica Hamilton I live on 1768 Arbutus street, Please come as soon as possible." but just as I finished saying my address they hung up on me. "What am i going to do?" I cried. Then the doorbell rang " DING DONG" I opend the door. I thought that maybe it could be the police but it wasn't. It was a guy and on his face he had warts, pimples and hair growing out of his eyes! Then in a calm voice he said "I'm here to pick up your brothers dead body." " who said he was dead!" " you did maam, you called the undertakers.'' " well your name is Jessica Hamilton and you live on 1768 Arbutus street right?" He said. "Yes Yes it is." I said very sadly. "Well then I must have called the undertakers, but I thought I dialed 911." I said as a shiver went through me. "Well i think i see your brother is he the one?" The man asked. The two of us walked out the door and down the drivethru. And right in front of me was my six year old brother dead with blood all over his left eye. As I watched the man carry my brother into the hearse a tear fell down my cheek as I saw the car dissapear into the darkness of the night. I cried to my self and thought that ill never understand how this horrible thing happend.
By Melody
My Room
My room
Where I dream my craziest dreams
Where I write what must be written
Where I draw my most beautiful pictures
My room
Where I show my feelings
Where music flows through my mind,
and calms me down
Where I know I'm safe in my cozy sanctuary
My room
Where I write important moments
Where my pen puts down my greatest stories
My room
Where every night my eyes slowly close
Where the sun creeps in and I know it's a new day
Where nightmares await after a scary movie
My room
Where joyful things,
overflow my body
Where thought takes over
My room
Where I dream my craziest dreams
Where I write what must be written
Where I draw my most beautiful pictures
Harris Burdick
The 3rd Floor Window
The Beginning 1
“It all began when someone left the window open;” He didn’t know what would happen. This story occurred in a small city in Italy called Sicily. The year was 1976. It was a rather cold day; a man named Mr. Edwin Seng was sitting in his apartment on the third floor in his bedroom with his girlfriend, Ms. Emily Karnun. They were watching a soccer game that Italy was playing in. It was a good game so far but everyone knew who was going to win. Emily was a beautiful and intelligent lady, and Edwin was a nice handsome boyfriend, but her luck in life was about to change.
The Knife 2
Unexpectedly, a knife came flying swiftly through the open window and went right through the core of Emily’s head, blood was gushing out. At that Edwin ran, he realized that he was a hunted man wherever he went. Until he found the killer, he had a target on his head. Before Edwin left his apartment he took the knife with him. He knew that he only had one hope, but he didn't know were to find him. Edwin knew if he couldn't find the famous vigilante who was only known by his nickname that he would be laying next to his dear departed Emily. He needed to find The Silent Scope.
Jack Christopher Mohogony 3
Edwin decided to go to the only person he knew who might know The Silent Scope, Jack Christopher Mohogony. Edwin went to Jack. Jack said he knew Silent Scope’s real name and how to contact him, but Jack wouldn't declare how to contact him or his real name. Edwin left Jack’s place. He knew were to go next.
Raff Hungman 4
Edwin went to visit his friend Raff Hungman just to talk about there old life, and what happened to Emily. When Edwin was thinking of what to say to Raff, he realized he hadn’t cried for Emily yet. Then he realized that it was probably because in his old life most of his family except his brother Mark Jackson was killed, so he learned how to keep his crying in his heart. So there he was at Raff’s apartment. When he got inside he opened a window. Raff and Edwin talked about everything. Suddenly, a knife came flying through Raff’s window. This time it landed in Raff’s skull instead of going right through his skull. It had a note attached to it. It read “I’m watching you, so observe your back”. Right then Edwin realized in both scenarios he opened a window and in both scenarios a knife killed someone he loved. Edwin ran. That’s all he could think of doing-running. Edwin realized that it was pointless to run, so he went home.
The Email 5
At Edwin’s house he received an email from Jack that read, “I have information to tell you about Silent Scope. Come over to my place and I’ll tell you everything, but remember when you’re coming here make sure your not being followed.” Edwin drove over to Jack’s apartment. When Edwin was about to hear a secret about Silent Scope from Jack, the window broke and the pieces of the window came shooting at Jack. That was the end of Jack. Edwin would have to figure out the mystery of Silent Scope and the killer of 1.Emily 2.Raff and newly added to the list 3.Jack. Edwin knew it was too much of a mission for him, but he knew who to go to next.
Mark Jackson 6
Edwin went to his brother Mark Jackson. When Edwin arrived at Mark’s apartment, Mark was scared to let him in. Mark said, “How could you do this to me? You let our whole family die, then you didn’t talk to me for 20 years just because you got mixed up in the Mafia and informed the cops that your STUPID BOSS MR. PACHINO IS A SINNER! NOW YOU COME TO ME-I HATE YOU!!!” Then I said, “I’m sorry I messed up your life, because I got into the Mafia, but that was my old life, now, in my new clean life I need your help. More people are dying because of me, please help me.” Mark spoke, “NOW YOU COME TO ME ASKING FOR HEL” I interrupted and said, “Do you know how to find The Silent Scope?” Mark ended the conversation like this, “NO, TO EVERYTHING” and slammed the door in my face. Mark was steaming. I was about to go, but I heard UUUUU!!! Mark flew out of his third floor apartment window with no arms or legs and written on the side of the apartment building in Marks blood it read, “I know where you live and if you keep going to people I’ll kill them more painfully than any of the deaths so far. So run and hide because wherever you go I’ll be there.”
Nowhere 7
Edwin didn’t know where to go, without getting someone else killed. Edwin wanted to go to the cops, but Edwin was only clean in New York. When Edwin told the cops back in N.Y. about his mafia boss, Mr. Pachino, they put him in the witness protection program. The problem was the program only qualified in the U.S. but here in Sicily, Italy, Edwin was still known as Mr. Bert Jackson, a hit man, who killed over 50 people. In other words Edwin was nowhere. If Edwin wanted to survive he had to go back to his old ways, and murder the killer of his brother, girlfriend and friends. It was time to get his Golden Sniper Rifle out from under his bed, but was it safe to go back to his apartment?
Run 8
Edwin decided to go to his apartment. He went up the stairs to the third floor. When he got in his apartment, he went straight to his bedroom, and got his Golden Sniper from under his bed. Afterwards he heard shooting and a bullet hit his arm. Edwin ran out of the apartment screaming in pain with blood dripping from his arm. Whoever just shot at him pulled the last straw. Edwin was going to take action. Edwin was fuming in anger, and was going to take the next plane to New York.
The Plane 9
Edwin got a ticket on a plane to New York. Edwin was relaxing on the plane watching a movie, when he heard two gun shots, and two people falling to the ground, dead. Edwin couldn’t believe it, the plane was taken by terrorists. The plane was flying smoothly for awhile with Edwin pretending he didn’t know what was happening. Until he could see a glimpse of the Empire State Building. Edwin quickly got up took his Sniper Rifle and a parachute from the escape door and jumped off the plane. Edwin had a long free fall because if he deployed his parachute to early the parachute would get caught in the airplane’s jets. Edwin landed safely and then realized the “terrorists” were actually trying to kill him not the other people on the plane. Edwin decided to go back to Sicily now that he knew he really was being hunted.
Back In Sicily 10
Edwin got back to Sicily easily. Edwin became the predator and the killer became the prey. Still Edwin wanted to find The Silent Scope, because Edwin didn’t want to go back to his old life, but finding The Silent Scope was hopeless. Edwin went everywhere in Sicily where supposedly The Silent Scope lived. Edwin went all over Italy with his Sniper Rifle. Wherever Edwin went the prey hid.
No More Silent Scope 11
Edwin decided he didn’t need The Silent Scope. Edwin wanted to kill the prey himself. After all, the killer murdered his loved ones and shot his arm. The killer probably didn’t kill The Silent Scope’s loved ones or shoot his arm. So it was settled in Edwin’s mind that “The Prey” was his to feast on.
The Prey 12
Edwin found where the prey was hiding. He barged into the hiding place and saw the prey but was surprised who “The Prey” was. It was Mr. Pachino. Mr. Pachino said, “Bert you told the cops about me I had to escape from the electric chair, why? Why did you do it?” Edwin replied “because you killed my WHOLE FAMILY!!! I’M NOT THE PREY ANYMORE!!! SILENT SCOPE!!! AND ANYWAYS WHY DID YOU BECOME A VIGILANTE, I”LL NEVER BECOME CLEAN!!!” And with that, Edwin took out his Golden Sniper Rifle and shot The Silent Scope three times. Blood was gushing out of Mr. Pachino. With Mr. Pachino’s blood, Edwin wrote “THE PREDATOR HAS FEASTED” on the wall
The Myth 13
Some say this story is fake, but next time you’re in Sicily never stay at a apartment on the third floor, because you never know when “The Predator” has a target on you. Who knows “The Predator” might want to feast again….
THE END…
FOR NOW
Homework 6A for October 17
"Fairy Tale" hook, outline and conclusion due on (Monday, Oct. 22nd).
One poetry response due on (Tuesday).
By Jonah
Poetry Response by Tomer
This poem is about two men trying to hike up a mountain. One of the men criticizes the other man for the way he looked, he wonders to himself how a fat like him can get so fat and try to attempt to clime a mountain. when the fat man passes by he sees what is written on his tee-shirt, and feels ashamed of what he thought earlier. The point of this story is not to judge people by the way they look, but by the way they are.
Shots...
Shots hurt a bit but don't take away your confidence from reading this letter.
If you have any poems about shots please send them to kookoonin@yahoo.ca to regain every ones confidence before they melt.
