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My Favorite Poems

In Humanities, we are doing a poetry unit. Every sixth grader has wrote many poems. I’m going to show you and my top 5 poems and tell you about the process.

Poem 5) My haiku’s a fail.
I apologize so much.
Brain’s on vacation.

Process: This was the first good poem I wrote. I wrote this after I wrote possibly the worlds worst Haiku. This one always cracks me up. Not because the Haiku itself is funny, but remembering how bad my first Haiku was, now that’s funny!

Poem 4) You shouldn’t have left your Halloween candy in front of me.
I ate all of it, and not very slowly.
I know you were seeing how long it would last.
But when I’m around, its lifespan is fast.
I probably should have asked before I took.
But just looking at the candy was more interesting than a book.
You can call the police for all I care.
But you know what they say. Be sure to share.

Process: I made this one just for poem in your pocket day. It’s an little twist of when I stole some of my little sister’s Halloween candy. I only stole five pieces, but she caught me. She said she would call the police, which cracked me up. That’s why this is my fourth favorite poem.

Poem 3) Recess Cinquain)
Running.
Laughing Hard.
Stop to breath.
Run away from “it”.
Recess.

Nature Cinquain)
Nature
Quiet, Peaceful
Sitting, Running, Observing
Mother Nature’s Masterpiece
Disappearing.

New York Cinquain)
New York
Concrete Jungle
Towering Skyscrapers
The Smell Of Street Vendors And Cars
My Home

Process: I couldn’t pick between my 3 Cinquains, so I gave you all of them. A Cinquain is like a more advanced Haiku. Each of these were quick and easy, but the final product is great. So that is why these are my third favorite poems.

Poem 2)
I am a tree.
I help you live. I help you and don’t ask for much.
I let you live and you chop me down.
A quick sketch and then throw me in the trash.
Without me, you’re like a fish in a barrel.
You’re doomed without me.
Unlike hydra, my heads don’t grow back so fast.
You’re not immortal, so you might as well live as long as you can.
Without air, you only have three minutes. So what are you doing?
You’re killing you when you kill me.
So think about it before you swing your ax and yell timber.
You think you own me, but without me you die.
And without you, I die. We need each other.
So think. You have a brain. Use it.

Process: I submitted this poem into a poetry contest, so of course I’m going to put it here.This is my first not comedic, serious poem. I did this one to try something out of my style.

Poem 1) Life is like fruits and vegetables.
Pickles are like reality. Bitter but delicious.
Apples are like the future. Could be sour, could be sweet.
Brussel Sprouts are like waking up in the morning. It sucks.
Squash is like Trump. They look bad, and they are bad.
Bananas are like two faced people. When they’re in the peel, they look great, but on the inside, they’re all brown.
Weird how things like this work.

Process: Here we are. Numbero uno! The grand finale! MY favorite poem I’ve wrote. The day before I wrote this, I ate a really killer pickle. I was feeling very philosophical when I ate the pickle, and I thought. Pickles are like reality. Then we were doing poetry in class and I came to me.

These are my five favorite poems. I hope you all liked them. Please don’t steal my poems and say they’re your own. Thanks for reading. See you next time!

Nervous System

This is a neuron. A neuron’s cell shape is unique to itself. The Nervous system is made completely out of neurons. But there is more than one type of neuron. There’s motor neurons, which are in charge of involuntary responses to signals. There’s also sensory neurons. They send the senses like pain, touch, sight, taste, sound, and smell to the brain. Then the motor division chooses how you respond.
Now we will explain the main parts of a neuron.

Dendrite: A short branched extension of a nerve cell, along which impulses received from other cells at synapses are transmitted to the cell body.
Axon: The long threadlike part of a nerve cell along which impulses are conducted from the cell body to other cells.
Axon Terminal: Are separated from neighboring neurons by a small gap called a synapse, across which impulses are sent.

Geometric Pattern

This is my geometric pattern. I snuck in one thing that breaks the pattern. This was a common thing in this type of art.

My Fabric Collage

This is my Fabric Collage. This repersents the Music Guild which is better than every other guild.

Illuminated Letter

This is my illuminated letter. In medieval times, the first letter in a chapter would have a whole story inside them.

My Plague Letter

March 13,1348
Dear Brother Joseph,

The apocalypse is upon us. Elodie is in bed with sin on her arms. Each of these oozing, rough bumps is the size of a ripe orange. She says they sting and can’t ever get up from bed, for the ones on her groin will put her in agony. She wakes up every night, screaming. My wife’s silk touch has left us as has everything else she had to offer. Damn the flagellants. Every single one of those damned souls. My wife took Edmond with her who was to be my apprentice in two sennights. Crazy woman. My son had done no wrong. Whipping him was the only sin she committed. I am being driven crazy with fear. In the thirty one years I have been alive, I have never seen such terrors as this. Elodie seems to be fading in and out of our world. The devil brings her to Hell and back. God has abandoned us just as the Pope and bishops have. Elodie has been shaking in bed, while her nose bleeds sin. Her skin turned black as if she was roasting under a fire. I fear every breath she takes is her last. I do miss Edmond, who had no pestilence. The devil had no interest in Edmond. Though he died pitifully like the rest. The miasmas seeped inside my poor, Edmond. Miasmas went in Edmond and bloody sin came out. The town is in anarchy. The flagellants burned down ten houses today. I think I will leave town. I pack my bags while Elodie pleads for me to bring her with me.

The piper’s flute no longer plays. It just sits next to him, covered in blood like him. The sound of his flute is replaced with screams for mercy and the wailing of the flagellants. The sweet smells from the bakery has been replaced with the smell of death. The beautiful streets of France are no longer beautiful. The streets are painted red. Unfortunately, not with paint. Money is scarce. I have barely enough money to buy food for me. I can not let Elodie starve though. But then things got worse. Lately Elodie refuses to eat. I will not let her starve though. She seems lifeless, as if she is a giant puppet, resting on the puppeteer’s shelf. I attempted to pop the bumps of Hell on her arm. She screamed when I popped the first one. I could not bear to hear her scream, so I stopped. That was about one hour ago. I have lost all hope. France has lost all hope. We will all die soon enough. I have stopped trying to fight it. I have lost my job, for no one wants merchants to come with the risk of the pestilence and miasmas hitching a ride. I can no longer stand the wrath of God. There is no one to save us now. I might as well kill myself. Quick and painless. Elodie too. Yes, that will be fine. No, that won’t. I apologize. I can not think straight knowing that I could die at any second. Last sennight, I was walking with one of my closest friends and his cousin. The cousin started coughing. He even coughed on my friend, Edgar Holtzman. Then it happened. His cousin started to shake. He fell on the ground, and became a fountain of blood. First he coughed some blood, then he started to vomit blood. Two days later, my friend had the same fate. Just when it seemed things could not get much worse, one of my good friend in Spain told me that the prince of Spain could not think straight ever since the death of his beloved Joanne.

No castle wall, no set of doors, no matter how thick, can stop this horror. This is a never ending apocalypse. When you get this, do not write me back. It is a waste of paper and ink. Just meet me at the bottom of the hills in four sennights. If you do not find me there, I am dead. Another victim of this never ending form of Hell on Earth.

Hope to see you at the hills,
Axel Leon

Guilds Day 1

Music Guild

Today was the first day of Guilds. As you can guess, I’m in the music guild. On the first day, we made characters, did some medieval music research, and started to make medieval compositions. This one is mine. Click on music guild to check out my song!

3rd Quarter Goal Reflection

(: So far, I’m doing okay with my goal.(Being more organized) I think that I will take the goal to the fourth quarter. I am going to organize my desk, locker, and seat sack next chance I get. I’ve got no homework slips all year which is a good sign of me being organized.:)

Math Problems With Word Problems Made By Me

Problem 1:

40=20% of what number?

20%=.20

40/.20

=200

Word Problem Version: In a train going to New Jersey, 20% of the seats are full. 20% percent of the seats is 40 seats. How many seats are there in total?

Problem 2:

8 1/2% of $500.00

8 1/2%= .085

.085 x $500.00

=$42.50

Word Problem Version: On the news, a man get robbed. There was $500.00 in his wallet.
8 1/2 of the $500.00 was stolen. How much did the robber take?

Problem 3:

18=____% of 150?

18/150

=.12

=12%

Word Problem Version: At a 5th grade bake sale, there are 150 cupcakes. They are doing a survey to see what percent of the cupcakes are bought. On day one, 18 of the cupcakes are bought. What percent of the cupcakes is that?

Illuminated Letters

This is my illuminated letter. Illuminated letters were used in the medieval era for the first word in a chapter. They would have animals and beasts. Almost a story in one letter.