abstract poem (Revised)

Down Days

           

            Sitting at the window, staring outside

            It’s raining, pouring hard.

            I’m feeling really off today, stuffy and all

            My heads pounding, coughing never stops  

            Mother told me “no leaving the house today Carlene”

            I was really upset, but mother knows best.

           

            Sitting in house wondering what’s missing,

            Going crazy, this medicine has me acting strange.

           

            Only thing on my mind is how to get out,

            Maybe sitting here will get my mind going.

            Day dreaming is only possible, maybe even a nap.

            But just want to get out of this place.

           

Once it is over, days will get better

But for now, listen to mother.

            

Epistolary Poem (Revised)

A letter to Heaven

Hey Grandpa Miller,

I’m Carlene I know we’ve never met before, but I’ve heard many things about you from the family. Mom wanted me to tell you that Nana brought up great kids, while they’ve brought up great kids.

Were all grown up now, having a family and son, living the real life, starting the college life, starting the college process in senior year and well… the last one is just starting high school.

Your picture is in our guest room, you’re a great man grandpa. Being a part of the Veterans is a great example to us all. Not being able to meet you upsets the family, but the stories and memories about you are great.

I find it incredibly adorable that Nana stayed with you forever, she never fell in love with another man; just you. I know it’s strange to say because you’re in heaven and all, but what is it like up there? Do you miss Nana like she misses you?

Nana always tells me stories about how you kept a good eye on your kids, even when they tried to be sneaky you always caught them. That’s probably where my mom got her good eye from, she always know when something isn’t right.

Just know that everyone down here is doing well, and you haven’t been forgotten by anyone and all of your grandkids know a lot about you.

Signed,

Your Grand Daughter

Painting Poem (Not Revised)

“Portrait of a Man Holding a Durer”

            Pietro Paolini

            “Portrait of a Man Holding a Durer”

            Pietro Paolini

 This man, a very well educated and successful man, is very unsocial, awkward, and strange guy. He stays to himself, and is in love with God and religion. He has many different portraits hanging in his room of different angels and saints. As his photographer I’ve began to notice things about him as well as had conversations with him. He is a very lonely man, no soulmate, his only friend passed away from lung cancer a while back. He feels as if it is his fault because they use to always smoke when they were at the younger ages. He also feels it is his fault because once he quit, he didn’t try to convince him to quit also. All he really wants is a friend, he has everything else he needs, money, books, a big house, everything. What is his real deal? Is something bothering him? I asked myself that when I last spoke to him. What made him believe in the faith he believes in now? Was it from his past or no? On the day I came over to take the pictures. His door was wide open so I walked right in. His halls were gloomy and dark, kind of smelly too with a nasty kind of odor. Coming up the stairs, which are very old, and make noises when you walk up them….I finally make it up the stairs and see through the cracked door. The man is sitting in his chair, with a small book in his hand. I can’t see what kind of book it really is, but he is very into it. As I begin to push open the door he jumps and looks back at me with this weird look, with his eyes all bulged out. I had startled him.

Sonnet Poem

Falling Drops

Silver Clouds flying in the sky, anticipating backdrop

Reflection on the side walk shows the sky

The Earth below, is not even dry

All you hear, the drumming on the rooftop

Raindrops falling Puddles dancing; drip, drop

Tree branches hanging, like heavy weights

Almost like dreaming of our expected fate

And now were feeding our crops

As the day goes on it starts to get breezy

Moving the trees, forcing them to banish

Over the skies they’re glowing like heaven

The sun comes out, goodbye grey sky

All sad thoughts are gone, hello happy smile

Out comes the sun’s reflection in our windows

Observational Poem

            Such a small place, but fits so many different people in there. Crowded, loud, quiet, busy, that’s everything it is in this place. People behind me, sitting down talking about how for lunch all he had was sugar packets, while another was telling them her poem.

Once they get up after sitting down for a few minutes its empty and quiet in the room. With just us sitting down, talking about crushes, school and the international kids in our school. It feels nice to be out of school for the day, to just sit down in a little café and talk about just anything.

People in front of me, they ate pretty quickly, seemed pretty eager to get out, maybe it’s because a group of teenagers just came in and made the quiet place loud. All different types of people in here, one is working hard on his computer. As time went on it got to be only one person in here, he is really quiet, does his own thing.Today was a good day, getting out of classes, to just see different types of paintings and then hanging out in a little café and then talking about what we saw in the café  and talking about what these people were doing. 

Epistolary Poem (Not Revised)

A letter to Heaven

Hey Grandpa Miller, I’m Carlene and I’m one of your grandkids that your kids brought into this world.

I know we’ve never met before, but I’ve heard many things about you from my mom.

My mom wanted me to tell you that Nana brought up great kids, who’ve also brought up awesome grandkids for her.

Were all grown up now, Adam has a kid, while Lescia is making her way through this busy world. Then Austin is starting the college life, while Jake and I are in the college process and senior year. Then Lea, well she’s just in the beginning of high school.

Mom has your picture hanging up in our guest room, people always ask who it is and I go that’s my grandpa; he was a pretty swell guy according to my mom.

I think it’s awesome that you were a Veteran, such a great example to everyone.

It makes me sad that we never got to meet you, you would’ve been so proud of all of us, even your own children.

I know it’s strange to say because you’re in heaven and all, but what is it like up there? Do you miss Nana like she misses you?

I find it incredibly adorable that Nana stayed with you forever, she never fell in love with another man; just you.

I’m not so sure what to say, because I never got to grow up with you in my life, but it would’ve been nice too. At least you’re in a good place.

I always go with mom and Nana to go see you at the cemetery; do you ever hear what they’re saying to you?

Nana always tells me stories about how you kept a good eye on your kids, even when they tried to be sneaky you always caught them.

That’s probably where my mom got her good eye from, she always know when something isn’t right.

How is it in heaven? Is it like how every teacher my whole school career has taught me it is? Or is it the complete opposite?

Well I guess I can stop asking you all these questions since you can’t really answer them. I hope all is well up there.

Just know that everyone down here is doing well, and you haven’t been forgotten by anyone and all of your grandkids know a lot about you.

Your Grand Daughter,

Carlene 

Slam Poem

                                                Non-Reliable

Always thought I could count on you, but you were nothing but a briber.

I put all my trust in you, but you were nothing but a disguised liar.

You say this and that, but you do the complete opposite.

Oh I wish, I wish, I wish you would just watch your words instead of making up slurs.

You always tell me you’ll give me this or that.

While the day comes around, I get nothing but excuses and slack.

Oh I wish, I wish, I wish you would watch your words instead of making up slurs.

Your family isn’t all that great either, dropping like I was nothing but dirt.

Hating me for things done when I wasn’t even born, now it’s just that I don’t exist.

But it doesn’t bother me; I’ll just act as they insist.

Oh I wish, I wish, I wish you would watch your words instead of making up slurs.

If only you were smart enough to understand that I tried to care,

 But you don’t even attempt to show that you really do care.

Though I was born because of you, I wasn’t raised by you. 

The Big Change

The Big Change

I change the planet, to inspire my peers.

Their appreciation is a problem, I’m not completely successful.

In reality I escaped poverty, by seeking revenge.

I’ve lost my mind, trapping my spirit to my body.

Expressing no loyalty and having no respect.

And most certainly do not worship grace.

My best friends that have been lost through fear,

The truth shows that good people have dignity and follow tradition.

The feeling of loneliness in this crowded celebration,

Everyone’s emotions are extraordinary.

They’ve witnessed the accomplishments,

And have reached my greatest victory.  

            

Special Day Poem (Revised)

The Special Day

           

            The day has finally come,

            the one day it’s all about her.

            It’s her birthday

            Wrapping paper, baking, family gatherings

            All dressed up and ready to go,

            It’s her special day.

            The mini mouse table cloth is all set up,

She opens up her gifts one by one

and she begins to smile

            “Time to thing happy birthday!” says mom,

            Make a wish sweetie, but make sure you don’t tell.

            As she tastes the cake

You can see the happiness in her eyes,

            For she knows it’s her day, to shine. 

Sestina Poem

What you see is what you get

The sun comes up every morning, here starts a new day

Everyone has that fake smile or maybe it’s not completely

All anyone wants to be is happy and even be perfect

But honestly perfect is not an option in this world

You have everyone trying to be one another in different images

But it doesn’t work just like that, you need to be yourself

To look in the mirror and see yourself

That’s not a bad way to start your day

Even you must say it’s not a perfect image

Just don’t let it ruin your day completely

You need to show that you’re happy in this world

Be true to yourself, in your own way you’re perfect

Everyone has their own definition of being perfect

But everyone has a job to of being nothing but yourself

And that’s why there are so many different people in this world

Just promise yourself you won’t let people ruin your good day

Maybe just show them that you can keep yourself happy completely

Just always have yourself keep up a good appearance and image

Never let the words of others ruin your self esteem or self image

And just always remember nobody can make you yourself or perfect

Just be who you want even though people may not understand you completely

Maybe you’ll be lucky and be the most popular kid in school just by being yourself

And if you’re upset because someone says something, there’s always a new day

You need to live everyday to your fullest to have that good happy world

Do nothing but smile in everyone’s face, show no fear in this world

Make good choices and keep your rude opinions to yourself and keep your image

Keeping a smile will make people wonder on if you’re having a good or bad day

You don’t have to please everyone and always remember that because nothing is perfect

If you become someone you’re really not that not only ruins your image but it ruins yourself

But like always remember your day is never ruined completely

You always wonder what people really think about you completely

But don’t ever frown because no one is perfect in this world

Be nothing other than you, and act just like yourself

When you look in the mirror, never think negative about your image

Wanting to be like everyone else is ridiculous and still doesn’t make you perfect

Always remember throughout your life is what you see is what you get, let that be your motto through your days

Being like someone else isn’t completely true, and doesn’t define yourself.

Your days will go one in this cruel interesting world we all live in.

No has that great magazine perfect model image.

Abstract Poem (Not Revised)

            Sitting at the window, starring outside

            It’s raining, pouring pretty hard.

            I’m feeling really off today, stuffy and all

            My heads pounding, coughing never stops  

            Mom told me “no leaving the house today Carlene”

            I was really upset, but mother knows best.

           

            Sitting in house I wonder what I’m missing,

            My heads going crazy, this medicine has got me acting strange.

           

            Only thing on my mind is how I’m going to get out

            Maybe sitting here will get my mind going

            Day dreaming is all I can do, maybe even take a nap.

            But I really just want to get out

            Once it is over my days will get better

            But for now, I will listen to mother.

            

Reflective Essay

Reflective Essay

           

            Throughout the first quarter in Creative Writing I have learned many things about poetry that I had not known before. For instance, you can break the rules while writing poetry, while before I was always taught to follow the steps in poetry. I learned how to use my imagination and develop different types on stories in my mind to write down a poem. I learned how to workshop others poems without trying to be rude about it, but to be a guide and a help for others. Throughout the first quarter in Creative Writing I’ve made many different types of poems in which mean a lot to me, or just are for fun and for the class itself.

            Starting off in Creative Writing the first poem we wrote was called “Where I Am From Poem.” This poem was meant to describe ourselves to the class, and we even brought in a picture that described that story. I thought that being my first poem it wasn’t my best one I could’ve wrote, but as the year went on my poems got better. As we read our poems to the class, I was first nervous because I hate sharing things that I write with others. But as the year went on I started to become comfortable with the students in my class and it doesn’t really bother me anymore. While during work shopping I was always unsure of what to write on the papers because I didn’t want to sound rude and have someone change their poem, but once I starting to do them more I understood the difference between helping and just being rude.

In my opinion I thought my Epistolary Poem was one of my best ones. I decided this maybe because it was a personal poem for myself, and my love for my grandpa. While I felt the Sestina poem I wrote wasn’t really one of my best poems either. I feel this because the length of it was extremely long compared to what I always do and the repetition of rhymes that had to be in there. I thought in general that the Sestina Poem was just harder to keep a focus on because you had all these rules to follow while writing it. I feel that my writing throughout the different poems has changed since lower grades when I first learned about poetry. That’s probably because I’ve gotten older and have learned a lot about poetry to actually write good poetry. While I had no clue you could break the rules in poetry, it was nice to know you don’t always have to follow all of the rules.

            While we started our SLAM poetry unit we watched a movie called, “SLAM.”  Seeing that it was about the power of words it also was about how the criminal justice system isn’t always fair to people. While Raymond was caught in the scene of a shooting, he was not arrested for that, but put in jail for the possession of marijuana. While his time in jail he poured out some different types of raps. Which is what we call SLAM poetry, it basically is a bunch of lines with emotion and rhyme.

This whole quarter taught me how to better understand how to write poems.  You can in fact break the rules in poetry and be more creative in your writing, as well as professional of it. Also how to correctly work shop someone else’s work without talking negative about their work.

Eraser Poem

The Coming of Fall Second Draft (revised)

Carlene Cassorla

Mrs. Hoffman- Elswick

Creative Writing B-1

9/16/12

                                The Coming of Fall

Soon the leaves will fall, my friend

            A golden blanket will cover the yard  

           

            Anticipating the coming fall

            Dreading my mother, soon to call

She will give me the order

            The infamous line

“Go rake the leaves honey,”

Saying with a smile

She’ll send me away

Never once losing that smile

And one may wonder, why the pain

            Alone with imaginative heavy rain  

So, I start my punishment

Or so I made myself believe

I get with raking,

Raking those gold mocking leaves 

The Coming of Fall first draft

Carlene Cassorla

Mrs. Hoffman- Elswick

Creative Writing B-1

9/16/12

                                The Coming of Fall

        Anticipating the coming fall

            Dreading my mother, soon to call

           

            But one may wonder, why the pain

            Alone with imaginative heavy rain

            Soon the leaves will fall, my friend

            A golden blanket will cover the yard

            My mother will find me,

            Intent in her eyes

            She will give me the order

            The infamous line

“Go rake the leaves honey,”

She’ll say with a smile

She’ll send me away

Never once losing that smile

So I start my punishment,

Or so I made myself believe

I get with the raking,

Raking those gold mocking leaves

Where I'm From Poem

                                                              Where I’m from

                                                By: Carlene Cassorla

          I am from magazines,

               From advertisements and receipts

            I am from the city streets,

               (Loud and busy, sounds like honking horns throughout the nights.)

            I am from the red roses, yellow daisies,

                        the natural colors of the fall time.

            I am from the big family pasta dinners and brown eyes

                   from my Mother and Father, and Nana.

            I am from the loud gatherings and football showings with a little bit of cooking

                  From where the tooth fairy is real and Santa ate all my cookies.

            I am from multi-religions,

Where one is no better than the other

            I am from Rochester, with Sicilian traditions.

                        From the boat ride in Italy when my great grandpa came to the United States

            I am from the coal mines of Pennsylvania

Where my other great grandpa made his living

 I am from many silly and serious family pictures

                        Which are around the family mantle for decoration  

            I am from a family that will always be there for each other when help is needed