dialogue

This is a scene where a two roommates where sitting in their apartment talking about their day.

First roommate: you will never believe what I saw today

Second roommate: what?

First: I saw a mom and a child…

Second: oh cool I see a mom and a child everyday (as she giggles)

First: oh shut up, anyways I saw this mom and this child shopping and the child was throwing this huge fit because they wanted something and mom wasn’t giving it to them.

Second:  Wow if I ever did that I would have been spanked and out of that store in a heartbeat!

First: yeah me too, but the cool part is that the mom actually did something about it.

Second: that is very rare these days

First she actually punished the child in the middle of the store got what they wanted and left.

Second: I am glad that she is actually not giving into her child like most parents do these days.

Frist: me too.

Then  the two roommates go back talking about their day and doing homework.

test Perpetration 2

i have a hard time reading and understanding poems so here are some tips i found. http://writing.wisc.edu/Handbook/ReadingPoetry.html

aso here is a video that might help out

test perpatation

I have a hard time finding the feet in a poems, such as if it is an iamb, trochee, and so on.
here are some tips i found http://www.wikihow.com/Scan-a-Poem

also here is a video that will help

Howl Imitation

I saw the minds of my generation take and not give

Who think that working hard is no longer necessary, and living off tax payer dollars is ok.

Are capable of a job, but ever go and find one because they think they are to good to work at fast food restaurants, gas stations, or farms.

Who have never worked a day in their lives, never got their hands dirty, greasy or stained so badly that it does not take one wash to clean them. Never worked so hard in their lives that they get up in the morning sore, not wanting to get out of bed, but still do cause there is work need to be done.

I saw the minds of my generation drink and drive, wreck vehicles, ruining people’s lives and getting away with it. Not have to suffer like the family they hurt.

Who would much rather drink their pain and sorrows away because that all they know.

I saw the minds of my generation go from sitting down for home cooked meals as a family, to sitting in front of the TV or not sitting down at all.

I wonder where these minds will lead us next.

Imagist poem

Nutella
Yummy hazelnut melt in your moth goodness,
A little taste of heaven

Sestina

Greatness of firefighting

Above me open  dark skies,

Beneath me rocky, uneven ground

Adrenalin pumping through my body

Pushing me to make it up this mountain

With a 30 pound pack, and a tool in my hand

Just hoping to make it to the pot of gold

 

Finally get there, fire red, orange and gold

Smoke darkening the blue sky

Blisters developing on feet and hands

From use of the Pulaski and the uneven ground

It was not easy climbing this mountain

 But I know it will do well for the wallet, mind, and body

 

Digging, sawing, packing will only do well for my body

But in the back of my mind I know it’s all worth it for the gold

It’s a never ending process of watching over the mountains

But when the gray clouds cover the sky

You better have your boots on the ground

And be ready to put some work on those hands

 

Black ash from the fire covers my hands

Aching, soar, tired body

Hits the ground

Ready for sleep, dreaming of the fires gold

Under the  clear,starry sky

Sleeping so high on a mountain

 

Body is black; and can’t wait to leave the mountain

And be able to wash these ash filled hands

Once again there is blue in the ski

Time to give the rest to the body

But only until the next lighting of gold

Then you better be ready for the uneven ground

 

Small, grey smoke comes from hotspots on the ground

Can’t leave hotspots on the mountain

Or the fire burning of red, orange, and gold

Will return and get out of hand

Even though I can’t tell the color of my body

I can only hope the blue stays in the sky

I touch the ground, with the back of my hand

To see if I can leave the mountain, and give rest to my body

For the next gold strike out of the grey clouds in the ski