Sixth

MY POEM

In the dark of night

I come out

I prey on fear.

While people scout

And tune their ears

So they might hear

My battle cry

Meow

My inspiration came out of how my sister went into a recent addiction to cats.  I do not think it is a certain kind of poem.  There is a little bit of rhyme in here.  I love how this poem turned out so much that I am reading it for the poetry breakfast.  I am proud of it because… I don know why- I just like it.

MY POEM:

There once was a fellow named bob

And he really was quite a slob

His wife once said,

“My god you’ll be dead,

If you don’t eat your corn on the cob!”

My inspiration behind this is Elijah, who made an almost identical piece.  It is a limerick poem.  This poem has line breaks, rythym, beat and rhyme.  I like how my poem turned out.  I am proud of it because it is catchy.

I would like to name this work of art: Home.  I created this art piece with paper maché,  foam core and a New York City subway map.  Some of the things I learned while creating this project was: what in New York City means the most to me.  My favorite part is the paper maché; The reason that this is my favorite part, is because I love the feel of the flour and water.  If I could change some part of my project, it would be to make the pieces(buildings) less rushed and to have it nicer looking because it doesn’t look as good as it could.  While making this project, I was surprised to find that paper maché is pretty hard when you are trying to model it after something.  Something else I want to share about this art project, is that I ordered the objects in most important to least important.

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The theme for this project is food and meals and words for the foods.  The process I took, was writing the sentences and then taking the pictures to add to the sentences.  A conclusion I have, was that this project emphasized food.

A Day In The Desert

The people of the Cholistan desert(above) riding on camels to reach other tobas(oasis’) with their caravans.

Have you ever imagined what life might be like if you were a Muslim living in the desert? We have Interviewed the Abassi family and the Rich landlords of the desert to give you a representation of life and status in the Cholistan desert.  The Cholistan Desert is 26,300 square kilometers and spans from Pakistan into India. Many nomadic families like these live in the Cholistan and move when they run out of water. The Abbasi family makes their money from selling camels, Every year they go to the Sibi fair in Sibi and sell them. Recently drama has been arising in the Abassi family and the soon to be groom of the eldest daughter, Phulans groom was killed. The family has seamlessly bounced back and in only 2 weeks after his death has found Phulan another husband.  When speaking to the youngest daughter, Shabanu she said, “I do not want this, they can’t do this to me, my true husband his Murad.” We soon found out that Murad is the man that Phulan will Marry but used to be the man that Shabanu would marry. Shabanu has recently been set up with a much older man of the name Rahim-sahib. He is the landlord’s brother and when we talked to him he claimed that even though he had 3 wives he felt that when Shabanu and him where alone  they were the only people on the earth.” I love her, and need her as my wife.”

We interviewed Murad as well and he told us how it was hard to adjust to a new wife but once he saw Phulan’s beauty he knew that he would love her forever.

Are last interviewer was Phulan she said

“It was hard when Hamir died but I knew that my mother and father would do something about it. Once I found out that Murad would be my husband I was overjoyed.”

All of this drama started in The Abassi family’s little hut in the cholistan desert. The Abassi family owns 30 adult camels and 15 baby camels. This family is just like the thousands that live deep in the Cholistan 

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1. Have a wife and as many sons as possible. Reason:  It will give you wealth and prosperity.
2. Have a sturdy well built house.  Reason:  It will keep out the sun and sand.
3. Live near an oasis or toba.  Reason:  it will supply you with fresh water.
4. Have camels.  Reason:  They show your wealth, they help you with carrying food, water and other objects.
5. Have a platform for Allah.  Reason:  So we can pray to the lord.
6. Always have enough food.  Reason:  so you don’t die.

I woke up this morning and immediately I heard the grunting cries of the camels, slowly drifting over the dunes.  That is my wake up call.  Soon after, I wake Shabanu, Phulan, my wife, Auntie and my two nephews too the platform for the call to prayer.  After, my wife, Phulan and Auntie get the meal ready while Shabanu and I make sure everything is ready for the day.  Once we come back to the hut, we have a quick breakfast of Chapatis, goat milk and dried dates; Than we set off, out into the desert.

Once out of the inclosure, we Make our way towards the toba, since it rained a couple of days ago, the water edge has gone up about 8 meters[26 feet].  The wildflowers, trees and shrubs have grown magnificent, and now as I go to wake the camels; Shabanu takes guluband, many baskets and buckets and goes out to collect Figs, dates, Prunes and many other foods from the trees and flowering bushes; she then goes to collect water from the toba.  She does hat run a couple of times and we thank Allah from the bottom of our hearts; and start to sing, “Allah-o-Akbar, Allah-o-Akbar.”

As the day wares on, and the sun reaches its climax, Phulan Comes from home with cold chapatis, goats milk and Dried Figs, Prunes, Dates and other nuts.  We then go back to herding the camels, and Shabanu and I, pass the Indian-Pakistani border and talk and talk so much, that we find ourselves about 18 kilometers[33 miles] away from the huts.

When we arrive home, everyone is so worried because we were supposed to be home over two hours ago.  Even though we missed but they did the call to prayer, we do it again.  It lasts an extra 20 minutes, because we have to say our apologies to Allah, for being  late to the call to prayer.  We eat a quick dinner, and then go to bed.

Bright pink cherry trees

New born animals walk by

Beautiful days pass

This is one of my haiku’s. A haiku is a 5, 7, 5 syllable poem.  You can count the syllables in the poem, by feeling how many times your chin moves for each word.  When writing haiku’s you need to have comparison, contrast and word play/puns.  A Japanese haiku has a part called a kigo, the kigo, is a word or line that refers to a season.  See if you can guess what the season of mine is?  (right the answer in the comment section.)  When you are making a haiku, you first have to come up with a topic, and then find the specific amount of words and syllables.  I feel that the process for me was tricky, because this was my first ever haiku.  I feel that one of my strengths is being able to come up with ideas.  But I feel that a challenge I have, is being able to confine my words and phrases to the specific syllable count.

Have you ever wondered about what makes up you nail? The structure of the nail is very simple.

If you look at your finger nail, you will see that part of the nail covers your nail bed and part of your nail that sticks out.  

The part of the nail that sticks out (the white part of your nail)  is called the free edge of the nail.  The part of the nail that is covering your nail bed is called the body of the nail.  

Some of the functions of the nail:

• The free edge of the nail makes smaller movements more precise. For example, if you were picking up a needle, the free edge of the nail would be useful.
• The body of the nail is helpful because it protects the sensitive finger tips.  It also allows the fingertips to be more sensitive.
• The lunula is actually under your nail, if something/someone hurts the lunula, your nail will be deformed.

I like my pieces that I wrote this year in creative writing, because I feel that I can write about pretty much anything I can do.  I am proud of this piece the most, because it is the piece that I got the most creative with.

Magicians

It was gray and dull with a cold january wind whipping down the small one way street.  It was quiet except for mumble of people talking, munching and clicks of chess timers.  A door across the street from the small park starts rattling.  The door suddenly slams open.  Behind the door there is a huge golden lawn with flowers and trees, with golden sun pouring onto the lawn.  Out of the mist and dew a man walks out.  He is tall, about 6’3, dark skin and bald.  Straightening his suit, he walks onto the street, cautiously looking up and down the block.  He then walks across the street and when he is on the other side, he flicks his hand and the door closes.  He pulls a newspaper out of his pocket sits on a bench that is falling apart, but when he sits on it, it magically rights itself.  After a couple of minutes he looks up from his newspaper and looks around as if he can sense something different.  “Malorie, what is it?”he asks into his newspaper.  “George, it is happening, he is stirring.”  George looked up from his newspaper to see a lady in a close cut red velvet coat.  Malorie stares at him and grabs something from her pocket and stuffs it into his newspaper then she disappears in a swirl of leaves.  He opens the newspaper and sees a dead moth weighing about 20 pounds and 2 feet long.  Quickly he walks back through the door and from the opposite side of the bench where George was sitting a man in a thick coat, quickly walks away.
“Dude, come over here.  What are you doing sitting there alone?”  The voice came from a lady with deep black glossy hair, that was going down her back.  Bright red lips,  in a tight white belly shirt.  With a cigarette in her mouth, it was hard to hear her.  She beckoned to him (Quin) to sit on the couch next to her boyfriend and her.  Quin shook his head instead walked into his tiny little room.  WIth a sigh and a groan he layed down on his bed and took out a book, called: The Vartonlos.  The Vartonlos was a book about a magical wizarding family, they lived in a big mansion, around the 1800’s.  TO BE CONTINUED…