Villnalle

Do not go crazy with the dance

by Jin Lee

Do not go crazy with the dance,

Teenagers bump out and get near to place

Shake, shake with the others close to enterance,

Everyone below light should glance

At the front of the gate tickets outrace

Do not go crazy with dance,

Someone, gets into my focus and advance

Coming closer front of my bootlace

Shake, shake with others close to enterance,

Anyone, needs partner in romance

Sprint and meet my face

Do not go crazy with the dance,

Only one, would take the chance

But keep the turn with my pace

From the first club I ever stance

Make the best move as in your trance

So you can do the best of ace

Do not go crazy with the dance.

Shake, shake with others close to entrance.

Do not go gentle into that good night
by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night, A

Old age should burn and rave at close of day B

Rage, rage against the dying of the light A

Though wise men at their end know dark is right A

Because their words had forked no lightning they B

Do not go gentle into that good night A

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright A

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay B

Rage, rage against the dying of the light A

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight A

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way B

Do not go gentle into that good night A

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight A

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay B

Rage, rage against the dying of the light A

And you, my father, there on the sad height A

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray B

Do not go gentle into that good night A

Rage, rage against the dying of the light A

sonnet

Shakespearean Sonnet

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe,

to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl,

makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world,

or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due,

by the grave and thee.

Modern Day Sonnet
Filling her compact & delicious body

with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice.
Fainting with interest, I hungered back
and only the fact of her husband & four other people
kept me from springing on her
or falling at her little feet and crying
'You are the hottest one for years of night
Henry's dazed eyes
have enjoyed, Brilliance.' I advanced upon
(despairing) my spumoni.--Sir Bones: is stuffed,
de world, wif feeding girls.
-Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyes
downcast . . . The slob beside her feasts . . .

What wonders is
she sitting on, over there?
The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars.
Where did it all go wrong? There ought to be a law against Henry.
-Mr. Bones: there is.

Analysis

About the way message is given is bit different

that shakespearean has a style of narrative, but 

modern day seems like personal novel, I can sense

that Shakespearean describes in more detail trying

to make the reader feel more deeply, when modern 

day seems more to give voice of the author's tone

and the mood of the sonnet.

I can hardly find any of the rhymes in modern day while I can see

some in the Shakespearean, in their it has end rhymes that repeats 

the same sounds, but i think there are rhythmes in the modern day, 

as it's more casual, it flows within the structure of the sentence.

Line numbers are supposed to be 19, and it is. It's a significant

rule for this poem. However, i wasn't able to find out about number

of syllable patterns in lines.

Pictures i have chosen has feelings that represents in each poem,

because in my poem Shakespearean style has warm deem feelings from

the texts, but modern day style has light blue atmosphere through 

the meanings it's giving.

Vinalle

This poem 'The Waking' has a meaning of that the author doensn't really want to get out of his bed and keep on sleep, but would take his waking slow for the moment. It describes nature at the same time that it connects between while he's in process of getting out of his bed, how nature is outside of his room.
It's structured in a way that he's talking to himself, how everything be while he's waking up, with matching the connections to God and thoughts he imagining the living orginated from the theme "sleep".

Ballad

Contemporary Cowboy

Now awake and rapidly turned

The illuminations, became attuned

Partially listening to details why

Why to exist and why extra populace die

Wore his top and cover
Risked to the plain rear on dirty path
Another daylight of hunt lacking a extensive chase
Considering on by view

The tendency, false, delusion every extraordinarily bole
Varied by the wasteland warmth and the night’s cold

Contemporary cowboy awaken up tomorrow and say
I am superior for another valuable day

Modern Cowboy

Just woke up and quickly turned
The lights and radio, became attuned
Partly listening to explanations why
Why to live and why other people die

Last night dream joined the fragmented team
Glimpse of reality well inside the main stream
Back in the coach, brown leather saddle
The horse, the groovy MPV the struggle

Wore his Stetson hat and friendly mask
Ventured to the prairie back on dusty track
Another day of chase without a substantial hunt
Contemplating on near future and an imagined past

Back in town stepped back on sandy soil
The one he trod with phony legs
Not really certain what comes or happens next
Regressed back to the ranch to hoarder’s nest

The trend, fake, illusion all remarkably bold
Mixed with the desert heat and the night’s cold
Modern cowboy will wake up tomorrow and say
I am good and ready for another precious day

Boring Story (Peter Kim)

I woke up this splendid morning. I wanted to sleep more like until 12.00. But I had to wake up unfortunately. I took a warm quick shower. I brushed my filthy teeth. I washed my greasy hair. I finished my shower in just 10 minutes. I put on my brand new clothes on which I bought yesterday, and brushed my winkled hair. I packed my bag with full of textbooks and cleaned my stinky room before I leave for school. I closed the door and went out for breakfast in school. I ate the dead bean sprout soup with scruffy rice. I was full and drank a cup of fresh juice. I went to busy class. It was chemistry experiment class. It was so boring. We did a presentation in class, but it was boring too. The next class, it was band musical class. I play alto saxophone, but I’m really bad at it. The next class, it was fitness class. We were assigned a machine where we have to measure our footsteps. Next was tremendous lunch. It was good with hamburgers with chips. Next class was worst lesson of the day, Geometry, because I didn’t do my homework, so I was scolded. Last class of the day was interesting English class. It was fun because we did games as a class. After school, I went straight back to the Blanchard dorm. I played Wii with my friends in the dorm, the game we played was called Mario Cart. Then I went outside for dinner at school to eat Sam-Gyup-Sal. Then I played some games on my computer, it was World of Warcraft. Then I studied in study hall to work on my English and Geometry homework for tomorrow. Finally, I went bed to have a sweet dream. This is my everyday life in Blanchard dorm.