Compression

But here is Melody at the door; she shall introduce herself. A girl of twelve years old, with a face like a flower. A broad white forehead, with dark hair curling round it in rings and tendrils as delicate as those of a vine; a sweet, steadfast mouth, large blue eyes, clear and calm under the long dark lashes, but with a something in them which makes the stranger turn to look at them again. He may look several times before he discovers the reason of their fixed, unchanging calm. The lovely mouth smiles, the exquisite face lights up with gladness or softens into sympathy or pity; but the blue eyes do not flash or soften, for Melody is blind.

World count:120

But here is Melody at the door; she shall introduce herself. A girl of twelve years old. A broad forehead, with hair curling round it in rings and tendrils, a mouth, eyes, lashes, but with a something in them. He may look several times before he discovers the reason of their calm. The mouth smiles, the face lights up or softens into sympathy or pity; but the eyes do not flash or soften, Melody is blind.

word count: 76

But here is Melody at the door. A girl of twelve years old. A forehead, with hair in rings and tendrils, mouth, eyes, lashes, but with a something in them. He may look before he discovers the reason of their calm. The mouth smiles, the face lights up or softens into sympathy or pity; but the eyes do not flash or soften, Melody is blind.

World count: 65

“Older, Wiser, Closer to Death”

Older, Wiser, Closer to Death

By Addison Callahan

Follow your path no matter what it may be,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Go down the winding row to find what you can see,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Follow your path no matter what it may be,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Go down the winding row to find what you can see,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Follow your path no matter what it may be,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Go down the winding row to find what you can see,

Always remember good things come in three,

Older, wiser, closer to death,

Follow your path no matter what it may be,

Go down the winding row to find what you can see,

Tone Poem

Hate

By Addison Callahan

I hate..

Your staring eyes,

Your gigantic thighs,

The way you never finish a sentence,

Your perfect hair,

Your lack of wanting to share,

The way you chomp your bubble gum,

Your puffy chipmunk cheeks,

Your breath which just wreaks,

The way you bully the nerds,

Your ugly clothes,

Your crooked nose,

The way you only care about boys,

Your hideous shoes,

Your zits that just ooze,

And the way you won't leave me alone

Repetition

Rep·e·ti·tion

By Addison Callahan

1. Love,

2. First love,

3. Long first love,

4. First love long ago,

5. First love lost long ago,

6. Never lost first love long ago,

7. Never lost first love from long ago,

8. Never lost my first love from long ago,

9. I never lost my first love from long ago,

10. I have never lost my first love from long ago,

11. I have never lost my first love from back long ago,

12. I have never lost my first love back from long ago when,

13. I have never lost my first love from back long ago when we,

14. I have never lost my first love from back long ago when we met,

15. I have never lost my first love from back long ago when we first met,

16. I have never forgotten my lost first love from back long ago when we first met,

17. I have never forgotten or lost my first love from back long ago when we first met.

18. I never have or will forgotten my lost first love from back long ago when we first met

19. I never will have lost or forgotten my first years love from back long ago when we first met

20. I never will have lost or have forgotten my first love from back long ago when we first met years ago

Venting blog

Dear song stuck in my head,

I hate your constant nagging

Your ever catchy rhyme

Your lyrics about that boy you dumped

It’s just a waste of time

Your debate over which seat to take

Or the difference between right and wrong

The $20 in your pocket

Or partying all night long

I don’t care if you’re hot or cold

Or whether everybody talks

I don’t want to call you maybe

Or see your gannam style

I frankly want you to go away

And don’t need 50 ways to say goodbye

I’m not going to be whistling baby

And on my instrument I will not cry

I never want you back

And some nights I won’t even remember your name

So just sigh no more 

Dead Poet Society

Addison Callahan

3/3/13

Poetry

Dead Poets Society Essay

            At a boarding school founded on the ideals of tradition, honor, discipline, and excellence there is little room for free thinking and new ideas. But when Mr. Keating arrives at Welton Academy he opens the eyes of his students through his very unique and radical teaching style. Through the creation of the Dead Poets Society seven of his students undergo a reawakening that will change their lives forever.

            Mr. Keating uses a lesson in which he has three students start walking in a circle until they finally end up with the same stride. In doing this he shows the boys the influence of society and conformity in their lives. He stresses the importance of the boys having their own voice and convictions in life. Like this lesson in poetry we are taught that we must have a conviction or power behind writing or else it will have been pointlessly written. This is prevalent in life as well for if someone has no conviction in what they do there isn't any point in them doing it. Through the poem “Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty we saw the affect that conviction has on writing giving it more purpose and feeling.

             Another lesson Mr. Keating teaches the boys is to stand on top of their desks so that they will always look at things from a different perspective even if they think they know everything about it. This lesson shows the importance of always approaching things for another way in order to gain a better understanding of it. In poetry we must always remember to look at things from a new perspective to write new pieces and enhance them with even more detail. We better explored this ideal through Taylor Mali’s poem “Totally like Whatever You Know”.  We looked at the phrases so commonly in today’s world from a new perspective better opening our eyes to them as a whole.

            Dead Poet Society connects in many ways to our class as a whole. Through both we learned how to become better poetry writers as well as better people. Life like poetry must always have purpose and drive behind it which is why through these two experiences I believe I have gained a better sense of how to live in the future. 

Change Poem

The Greats

By: Addison Callahan

The Greats are more than names in books,

whispers through doors, 

and thoughts in dreams,

The Greats define their generations,

take sides,

fight battles,

and sometimes win wars,

The Greats are the initial,

original,

unique,

The Greats shook things up,

made new paths,

played by their own rules,

The Greats were strong,

passionate,

driven,

The Greats left us clues,

puzzles,

 and riddles to follow,

They gave us foot holds of their hands,

to push us up taller,

They let us stand on their shoulder of greatness,

bringing us up so we may always see a new perspective,

They pass their strength onto us so that we may be strong,

They encourage change and new world order,

They stand against the cruel and deceitful,

They lift up those who cannot stand on their own,

The Greats are not great....

they are The Change 

Imagery make up poem

Sweet Nothings

by Addison Callahan

These are the days we'll remember,

hours spent with legs entangled in one another on a bean bag,

twisted and curves like ivy along the walls of a house,

we sit together in a bean bag,

being swallowed up in its wake like a boat in a sea storm,

we stare at the light cast on the ceiling through prism facets of the windows,

painting rainbows along the panels of the wall,

a breeze blows in through the open window,

softly whispering of the joys of summer soon to come,

our hands intertwine and rest on our legs,

they lay there light as air yet ground us to this spot like an anchor,

 we pass many hours here talking and just letting ourselves be,

these are the sweet nothings we will remember on the bad days,

the days were your boss calls you in and gives you a bad performance review,

the days when your parents won't stop calling and nagging you to go to that great aunts birthday party who you swear you have never met in your life,

for the days when you wake up looking for sunshine but only find storm clouds,

for those days when your best just isn't good enough,

this are the days when we will return to the times of sweet nothings

Mad Libs poem

Mad Libs Poem

By Addison Callahan

We got bored in class so decided to make a poem using random words that people called out when I asked the questions.

Words:
Fruit:  mango
Animal: sloth
Color: purple
Element: fire
Adjective: hairy
Place: McDonalds
Person: Donald Trump

Trump and Sloth

By: Addison Callahan

Once there was a wealthy man,

he always wanted to have a plan,

for a place in which he would go to eat lunch,

Of these places there were a bunch,

On his meal thousand of dollars he would dump,

Because his name was Donald Trump,

Lunch partners he had many,

Along with his exeutic pets which he had a plenty,

On this lunch date he decided to take his hairy sloth,

Instead of his giant killer moth,

To McDonalds they went for a mango smoothie,

Which they both thought was pretty groovy,

But then they were trapped in a restaurant fire,

In which their fate was dier,

the funeral was a billion dollars,

and was attend by a hundred scholars

Free writing on Love

Sticky Situation 

By Addison Callahan

Love isn't allows easy or fair,

It can be sticky and messy to the point where you want to rip out your hair,

But sometimes it can be wrapped up in an unexpected place,

Maybe even with a familiar face,

One you have watched for years go by,

never even knowing it,

 simply in the blink of an eye,

 It's much like this funny grey roll of tape,

Something that will patch up any scrap,

It builds you up and fixes all your cracks

It makes you whole and fills in all the things you lack,

It's a friend who has been always waiting in the wings,

then one day you turn to look at them and your hearts sings,

For years you've seen them almost every day,

All wrapped up in a veil of grey,

He there just for you,

The person you realize you never even truly knew

The Art of...

The Art of Nannying

By: Addison Callahan

Always have games and toys on hand,

And you will be their best friend in the land,

It’s not as difficult as it initially seems,

The key to remember is just to think of themes,

Themes of creative activities that will fill the day,

While they think you’re just letting them run around and play,

With glitter and macaroni you can make a million things,

And you can never go wrong with going to a playground for a swing,

Make sure to give them lots of hugs and love,

And make sure they never push and shove,

With these tips it will be a breeze,

The parents will be very at ease,

Be sure to clean the kitchen every nook and cranny,

And you’ll be a super nanny

Palace of Versailles

Palace of Versailles

By Addison Callahan

Walls painted in rich deep green,

floors made of marble white,

flowers strewn in windowsills,

vases of purple night,

Hangings of a garnet red,

A place unlike any other it is said,

a mythical palace of unstifled dreams,

where nothing is just as it seems,

Statues seem to come alive,

Everything that is grown there will always thrive,

A rainbow of all colors are the flowers,

that adorn all the castle towers,

when you are there you cannot help but to stop and stare,

A smell of sugar is everywhere,

the time is reversed the day is night

but still you will find no more beautiful a sight,

As you go to leave you turn your eyes,

to see the beauty that is their sunrise,

the rising sun blinds your eyes,

then you wake up to your surprise,

this place was only in your dreams,

Nothing was really as it seems

Bad Poems

Horribly Awesome Bad Poems

By: Addison Callahan

Dead Boy

There once was a boy on a bed,

Who caused everyone to call him fred,

Along a monkey came,

Who kidnapped him and took him to Kentucky,

Now the boy is dead

I Miss You Bad Poem

I miss you like I miss my least favorite moore,

I was glad when you left and got hit by the door,

I want you to never comeback,

You’re cooking could give even the healthiest man a heart attack,

All your outfits made you look fat,

Your eyes are too narrow,

You had a mole on your chin,

You had 8 toes on your left foot,

I miss you lot,

Just kidding I miss you not

Inner poet

A girl

By: Addison Callahan

Born in a sea of salt and sand,

On the shores of a faraway land,

Eyes of sapphire and hair of ebony,

Always wearing a glowing smile is she,

Skin of creamy porcelain,

The delicate lines of a heart make up her chin,

With cheeks of reddest rose,

 A graceful curve makes her nose,

Her hair flows in crashing waves,

Down to her waist it cascades,

A frame ever so strong and lean,

A more beautiful maiden has never been seen,

She is the model of a patient temperament,

Into anger she will never decent,

With a voice full of bells and glee,

A kinder person she could n0t be,

She knows the answer to every riddle,

But with politically matters she is dead in the middle,

Endless knowledge is stored in her head,

Every piece of literature she has read,

A way with words she has been graced,

Not one thought has she ever misplaced,

She is a thinker greatly ahead of her time,

Who only ever speaks in rhyme,

She was born in the salty spray of the sea,

And no place would she rather be,

She is a friend to all she meets,

She is always gracious when she competes,

In the end she can only be described like this….

A girl who assists, insists, and persists