Alright my Brothers,
It is time to flex your creative muscles and commit to some verse.
Pick a format: hip-hop, slam, stream of consciousness, free verse, blank verse, rhyme, or no rhyme scheme (if you don't know what the different styles are, then look them up).
Then write a poem in which you incorporate at least ten vocabulary words in context (that is, using their intended meanings) with a theme from the novel as we discussed (or perhaps did not discuss) in class.
Again, the heading format is as follows
Your Name
Teacher's Name
Course
Date Due (Tuesday)
Title of Poem
Play around with the idea of the theme, but do not be explicit as to what the theme actually is with which you are dealing in the poem. Let the reader guess. Consider what we did with illogic's lyrics. How might you shall we say, "spit a rhyme" that parallels with The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
Peace,
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Dante Odorisio
Bro. Robert Peach
ENG 141.British Lit.
9/16/07
Duplicitous Struggle
Debilitating, dismal;
My mental state is abysmal.
Duplicitous thoughts and actions;
I unknowingly acquiesce to my own darkest factions.
…
Two denizens, one self, I need some help.
…
I don’t know myself;
Somethings corrupted.
Same accouterment and countenance as before but now there is something more,
And I wonder how this evil has been conveyed upon me.
…
Two denizens, one self, please get me some help.
…
The truth is that this evil has been lurking inside me,
Hiding behind me.
Now, with this disparity of love and hate it no longer waits.
It’s pushing aside me aside.
I know and I know that I have to go.
This is the apropos time where this body may no longer be mine.
…
Two denizens, one self, this is my call for help.
Sam Viola
Bro. Rob Peach
English 141 British Lit.
September 18, 2007
Truth
As my mind is in debility
I sit in my glass encasement, lacking stability
My Countenance is not my true identity
I look towards the past and to eternity
I am not a connoisseur of integrity
A draught Doffs off my amenities
It Disinters my Duplicity,
And leaves me in Dismal Disparity
My encasement is broken,
Swallowed up by a Conflagration.
David Kocinski
Bro. Rob Peach
ENG 141. Brit Lit.
9/17/07
My Malign Metamorphosis
One fortnight later,
At a dismal time of night,
A conflagration with a red hue flashed in front of my face.
This incredulous sight showed me a sight of death.
A metamorphosis overcame me.
I now felt malign and amorphous, with no intention of turning back.
It felt as if this was my ambition, it was so a propos.
"I am a malefactor," I uttered to myself, and I walked away.
Bill McLean
Bro. Rob Peach
ENG 141.British Lit
9-15-07
Darkness
The night was dismal and dark.
The town appeared to have had a conflagration,
which could have been caused by a spark.
Passing through to convey a parcel,
I encountered a figure whose accouterment was black and torn.
He looked haggard and worn.
His countenance was darkened by the shadows of the night,
I was startled at this sight.
I asked him to doff his mask.
He replied, “I cannot perform this task.”
He answered with duplicity, “This is not a mask.”
A diaphanous shined on his face,
and I was stopped in place.
I was in a state of debility from the horrid look of it.
My stomach knotted and I lost my wit.
An abhorrence crept over me as I gazed upon the denizen of this place,
From here I wanted to turn and race.
Zachary Polk
Bro. Rob Peach
ENG 141.British Lit
9/17/07
“The Change”
It was a dark dismal time,
A propos for an obscure change,
A time for something to be disinterred from within.
To do so just take a draught from the reddish liquid,
A hue like a conflagration,
Once you drink you become a person of debility.
Once through the morph you become a person of disparity
To your true self,
A denizen from within has risen.
Jon Brewton
British Literature
Bro. Peach
1/18/07
“A repressed society” (Free Verse)
To convey your opinion means nothing in a life filled with strife.
The lost feelings of obscurity runs deep to the core, making you feel the pain of being poor.
The tale of a boy sore from lost rigor and ambition beat out of him by a callous society.
To repress these feelings and thoughts is a perennial hell.
The people on top are guilty as well, maintaining a duplicity of character; chivalrous on the outside but unmanning monsters within.
He sets his wealth out displaying his arrays of excess.
This is all just a guise to cover up what inside, the empty hollowness of a repressed shell.
When will this pain caused by this system of no gain end.
When one man turns his back the other has already whetted his sword and is ready to strike.
We can’t continue like this the top gaunt with worry of loss and the poor so defeated; to utter a thought of ingenuity is a thing of childhood.
It is with this I leave you the abhorrent dismal state that man currently coexists in.
A society that commends repression and countenance in the face of such depressing tragedy………
Jon Brewton
British Literature
Bro. Peach
1/18/07
“A Repressed Society” (Free Verse)
To convey your opinion means nothing in a life filled with strife.
The lost feelings of obscurity runs deep to the core, making you feel the pain of being poor.
The tale of a boy sore from lost rigor and ambition beat out of him by a callous society.
To repress these feelings and thoughts is a perennial hell.
The people on top are guilty as well, maintaining a duplicity of character; chivalrous on the outside but unmanning monsters within.
He sets his wealth out displaying his arrays of excess.
This is all just a guise to cover up what inside, the empty hollowness of a repressed shell.
When will this pain caused by this system of no gain end.
When one man turns his back the other has already whetted his sword and is ready to strike.
We can’t continue like this the top gaunt with worry of loss and the poor so defeated; to utter a thought of ingenuity is a thing of childhood.
It is with this I leave you the abhorrent dismal state that man currently coexists in.
A society that commends repression and countenance in the face of such depressing tragedy………
Matt Donahue
Brother Robert Peach
Section 4
Due: Tuesday, September 18, 2007
“Accouterment for my Hopelessness”
With so much disparity in my life,
I have to learn to convey,
All of my innermost thoughts to my wife,
Or I will always feel dismay.
With few signs of acquiescence to peoples commands,
My thoughts of demonstrative behavior are few,
I find myself unable to conflagrate to anyone’s demands,
It’s like a draught of evil too.
Life is so dismal at times for so many and me,
I feel abhorrence to my deepest thoughts and desires,
There is debility in my being in which I now see,
I wish to be a connoisseur of my internal fires.
Kevin Bojarski
Bro. Robert Peach
Eng .141. British Lit.
9/17/07
“The Bottom”
The disapproving countenance given by a passerby
The glance of abhorrence makes me question truly, “Who am I?”
This is demonstrative of the disparity in which I live.
I try with all my might, and how I long to just fit in.
The duplicity of my nature is what I strive to hide,
And only this umber draught can make these feelings subside.
So look away now, it is a dismal sight to see,
The only antidote I’ve ever known that gives me mirth, or even glee.
This is indeed the life I chose, I choose I do regret,
At just the thought of normal life, my soul begins to whet
With a tingling sensation that not even the strongest drug could repress.
So do not reprove now, but keep me in your prayers,
For I seek the hand of a higher being to help me out of here.
Brandon Strahler
Bro. Robert Peach
British Literature
September 18, 2007
Inevitable
A state of ebullition and regression;
Mind controlled by debility’s passion;
Torn apart by the irrevocable reality;
Sin feasts upon the human mentality.
Evil’s avidity I can not articulate;
Therefore, I must gesticulate;
Wave my arms;
Abandoned shows all;
This plea for help;
Has commenced my fall.
Awaken within me the dismal duality;
Evil can find the inherent avidity;
within me.
Triumph over evil becomes the ambition;
But reality sets in;
An impractical premonition.
Sin expands;
Humanity unmans;
Hopelessness sets in;
The end will begin.
Taylor Maglin
Bro. Robert Peach
ENG 141.British Lit.
9/16/07
Possessed freestyle:
The change he went through was like a metamorphosis,
Similar to how a house turns into a fortress.
His gaunt look put me in fear,
The evil was around and near.
He was in some type of debility,
Weak in mobility but strong in hostility.
He began uttering crazy things,
Tellin me that santin was his king.
By that point I heard enough,
The dismal guy should be in Cuff’s.
My ambition was to change him back,
But how the hell am I gonna do that.
His insanity got the best of him,
Impossible now to doff this grim.
His evilness could not be contained,
It was inordinate to even explain.
All this was incredulous to me,
Like how Moses parted the red sea.
My avidity was tellin me to go,
So I left that crazed Hobo.
Kevin Degener
Bro. Rob Peach FSC
British Literature
September 18, 2007
Transformation
One cool autumn evening a fortnight ago
I reached the ending of my experiment but felt farrago
I mixed the last potions and gave it one sip
And before I could swallow I began my incredulous trip
I was filled with debility and dismal temptation
I thought thoughts of cruelty and rigorous realization
I rose from my seat and looked at my reflection
I noticed significant disparity of hue and complexion
I ran through the town with avidity and ambition
And by the time I arrived home I was in my prior condition
Sean Dietz
Bro. Rob Peach
ENG 141. British Lit
9/18/07
“Utterson’s Secrecy”
Utterson can’t convey the facts
To other denizens who are always on his back.
Acquiescence he always gotta have,
The sad news is being diaphanous is pretty bad.
Utterson can’t have debility,
He’s a demonstrative boy and gotta have stability.
He always got that countenance on his face,
Ay, a dismal look is always good when solving a case.
Mike Nuttle
Bro. Robert Peach
ENG 141.British Lit.
9/16/07
“Doubt”
Incoherent, obscure,
a farrago of thoughts we can’t understand.
Inexplicable actions,
but explanation is what we demand.
So we question ourselves,
look for deeper significance.
A propensity for humans,
we never anticipate the consequence.
Dismal results from this questioning,
will tear people apart.
They undergo unmanning metamorphoses,
all due to their questioning, their lack of heart.
But this questioning is necessary,
don’t convey too much pride.
For overconfidence is odious,
as we saw in “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”.
Nick Lucia
Bro. Robert Peach
ENG 141.British Lit.
9/18/07
Confusion Within
I feel the a propos conflagration consume me.
I am like a connoisseur of my own disparity.
Though the dismal surroundings create no rigor,
There is duplicity in me for sure.
Obscurity conveys a message of incredulous hate,
And I don't know how much more I can take.
David Juran
Bro. Robert Peach
ENG 141 .British Lit.
9/18/07
Baseball
Abhorrent of everyone not me. My ambition drives me to the utter array. I’ve formed a callous as I’ve gone astray. My life is about secrets and disparity. The denizen that lives inside has its own avidity. I am gaunt But the denizen haunts. I am credulous of what I have done but I what I will do is Sedulous. The ambition burns till I cant utter a word but only act upon the fact of what do is great and I know that when I step out onto that umber battlefield every adversity I come up against I will make unmanning.
Frank Intrieri
Bro. Peach
Eng 141
British Lit.
9/18/07
I was going through a metamorphose,
And the coquetry of it was that I didn’t know what was happening.
I felt like I was walking on a cord
The conflagration was very unusual, I abhorrence going through this metamorphose
I feel a debility going through this.
My life seems very dismal,
I always show a very haggard appearance.
There is a very obscure burden that I am carrying on my back,
I just have to get my life back in array.
Jordan Botta
Bro. Robert Peach
ENG 141.British Lit.
9/18/07
Transformation
The flame flickers in the corner of my eye,
I am alone in the house, and the sun has set,
Insensateness surrounds me.
I shudder as I look at the clock: 10:00.
Oh, that insufferable clock, how it mocks me:
Tick’ tock’ tick’ tock.
A horrible sign of what I will become.
The flickering of the candle holds my attention,
Dancing, flickering.
Tick’ tock’ tick’ tock’,
My head is spinning and I hit the floor,
Who am I?
Tick’ tock’ tick’ tock’,
I am but a tortured soul,
caught between two fighting dogs.
Tick’ tock’ tick’ tock’,
That damned clock now syncing
with the beating of my heart,
Tick’ tock’ tick’ tock’.
Stop! Stop the monotonousness!
Anger washes over me,
As if I was dropped into a draught of pure hatred.
The anger drives me, drives me.
I feel my arms shortening, my back arches,
And obsequiously, I bow.
I feel the horrible metamorphous into the thing I most fear,
Like a perennial flower, a new life seizes control,
And then, nothing;
Bleak, cold, incoherent nothingness that drags your soul into the depths,
I feel the surge of the cold, dismal, winter air hitting my face,
The click’ clock' click' clock' of horses pulling a hansom,
Oh, how the sounds remind me of that unmanning clock! Anger pours over me once more,
A child’s scream obscures the silence of a by-street,
And once again I fall into the dark depths of nothingness.
Dave Marra
David Marra
Bro. Rob Peach
Brit. Lit
Due: September 18, 2007
Lacrosse
It was a hot morning, almost as if there was a conflagration.
My coach gave me acquiescence, without pronunciation.
I doffed my cowardly skin,
And the ref said let the game begin.
With the pull of the cord,
The teams ran together like a horde.
What coach said was a duplicity,
But that did not stop the debility.
The referee was for from being a connoisseur,
He knew about as much as a dinosaur.
As I gesticulated for the ball,
I was not noticed at all.
As we lost the game,
I experienced inexplicable pain,
But I over came,
The loss that unmanned my soul.
Sean Dietz
Bro. Rob Peach
ENG 141. British Lit
9/18/07
“Utterson’s Secrecy”
Utterson can’t convey the facts
To other denizens who are always on his back.
Acquiescence he always gotta have,
The sad news is being diaphanous is pretty bad.
Utterson can’t have debility,
He’s a demonstrative boy and gotta have stability.
He always got that countenance on his face,
Ay, a dismal look is always good when solving a case.
Disparity he and Jekyll had all the way through thought,
That’s why they always argued when they played draught.
Earl Hewitt
Bro. Robert Peach
Eng. 141 Brit. Lit
9/15/07
“Controversy”
I’m normal on the outside
Under the accouterment I’m torn
My soul is worn
I’m stuck in my own debility
One person two people it’s a tragedy
When I look into myself and disinter
I found out that I’m quite the connoisseur
In my own conflagration
Confusion
Between good and evil
I’m a denizen wrapped in my disparity
I cant control my duplicity
Hanging by a cord, I’m dismal that I’ve lost my identity
I’m stuck between good and evil in a controversy.
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