POETRY
Start Journal 21: "Honest" by Rudy Francisco:
Start Journal 21: "Honest" by Rudy Francisco:
- Identify all of the fifteen underlined poetic devices in "Honest."
- EQ: After you have read the poem, consider that Francisco drastically changes his format half way through the poem. What effect do you think he was trying to create with this choice?
"Honest" by Rudy Francisco
Dear hands, I get it.
You like writing poems,
But you can't bring a metaphor to a gun fight.*
Dear eyes,
There are things that I would tell you (1)
But we both know how terrible you are at keeping secrets. (2)
Dear heart
I trust you
Don’t **** this up
Dear hands, I said I know
That you like writing poetry,
But you can't bring a metaphor to a gun fight.*
Dear legs
Walking is the easy part
Now find a reason.
Dear Brain
You’re a good listener
But you give terrible relationship advice.
Dear hands, I know (all the bold 3)
That you like writing poetry,
But you can't bring a metaphor to a gun fight.
I was born on July 27th, I hear that makes me
I'm 5 foot 6... and a half. I weigh a hundred and forty-five pounds.
I don't know how to swim, and I'm a sucker for a girl with a nice smile
And clean sneakers. (4)
I'm still learning how to whisper
I'm often loud in places where I should be quiet
I'm often quiet in places where I should be loud (5)
I was born feet first and I've been backwards ever since (6)
I like ginger ale...
a lot.
I've been told that I give really bad hugs
People say that it feels like I'm trying to escape
Sometimes it's because I am, and secretly I get really nervous (7)
Every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe.
I have this odd fascination with things like sand castles and ice sculptures
I assume it's because I usually find myself dedicating time to things
That will only last a few moments
That's also why I tend to fall in love with women
Who would never love me back
I know it sounds crazy, but it's actually much easier than it seems
And to be honest, I think it's safer that way
See relationships, they often remind me that I'm not afraid of heights or falling
But I'm scared of what's gonna happen
The moment that my body hits the ground
I'm clumsy. Yesterday, I tripped over my self-esteem (8)
I landed on my pride and it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face (9)
Now I can't even tell who's trying to give me a compliment
I've never been in the military, but I have this Purple Heart (10)
I got it from beating myself up over things I can't fix
I know it sounds weird but sometimes,
I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when I'm not around (11)
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out
About all the things that I've done behind their backs
I've got a hamper that's overflowing with really, really loud mistakes
And a graveyard in my closet, I'm afraid that if I let you see my skeletons
You'll grind my bones into powder (12) and get high on my fault lines (13)
Hi, my name is Rudy
I enjoy frozen yogurt, people watching
And laughing for absolutely no reason at all
But I don't allow myself to cry as often as I need to
I have solar-powered confidence, I have a battery-operated smile (14)
My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors
And trying to convince my shadow that I'm someone worth following (15)
I don't know much, but I do know this
I know that heaven is full of music
I know God listens to my heart beat on his iPod
It reminds him that we still got work to do.
"G.O.S.P.E.L." by Propaganda (CLICK HERE)
It's the full story of life crushed into four minutes
the entirety of humanity in the palm of your hand, crushed into one sentence
listen it's intense right
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
The Greatest Story that’s hardly ever told: GOD. Yes. GOD.
The Maker and Giver of Life and by Life I mean any and all manner of substance.
Seen and Unseen. What Can and Can’t Be Touched
Thoughts, Image, Emotions, Love, Atoms and Oceans
GOD.
All of it His handiwork, one of which His Masterpiece,
made so uniquely that Angels look curiously.
The one thing in Creation that was made in His imagery,
a concept so old, it’s the reason I stay bold
GOD breathed into man and he became a living soul,
Formed with the intent of being an infinitely, intimately fond
Creator and Creation held in eternal bond,
And it was placed in perfect paradise till something went wrong.
The species got deceived and started lusting for his job,
an odd list of complaints.Something ain’t working,
and used that same breath He graciously gave us to curse Him.
And that sin seed spread through our soul’s genome,
And by the nature of our nature, your species, you participated in the mutiny.
Our – yes, our sins separate us from GOD.
It’s nature inherited. Blacken the human heart.
It’s over before it started.
Deceived from Day One and led away by our own lust.
There’s not a religion in the world that doesn’t agree that something’s wrong with us.
The question is, what is it and how do we fix it?
Are we eternally separated from a GOD that may or may not have existed?
But that’s another subject.
Let’s keep grinding.
Besides, trying to prove GOD exists is like defending a lion hommie
He don’t need the help.
Just unlock the cage.
Let’s move on, on how our debt can be paid.
Short and sweet:
The problem is sin, yes sin.
It’s a cancer, an asthma, choking out our life force,
forcing separation from a perfect and Holy GOD.
The only way to get back is to get back to perfection but, silly us…
Trying to pass the course of life without referring to a syllabus…this is us.
Heap up your good deeds – chant, pray, meditate.
All of that, of course, is spraying cologne on a corpse.
Or you could choose to ignore it, as if something don’t stink.
It’s like stepping in dog poop and refusing to wipe your shoe,
But all of that ends with how good is good enough?
Take your silly list of good deeds and line them up with perfection – good luck!
That’s life past your pay grade.
The cost of your soul? You don’t got a big enough piggy bank,
but you can give it a shot.
But I suggest you throw away the list
because even your good acts are an extension of your selfishness,
But here’s where it gets interesting,
I hope your closely listening,
and don’t get it twisted. It’s what makes our faith unique.
Here’s what GOD says in Part A of the Gospel,
You can’t fix yourself. Quit trying. It’s impossible.
Sin brings death. Give GOD His breath back. You owe him.
Eternally separated and the only way to fix it is for someone to die in your place.
Someone got to be perfect, or the payment ain’t permanent,
So if and when you find a perfect person,
get him or her to willingly trade their perfection for your sin and indebtment.
Clearly, since the only one that can meet GOD’s criteria, is GOD.
GOD sent Himself as Jesus to pay the cost for us.
His righteousness, His debt functions as payment.
Yes, payment.
He wrote a check with His Life but, at the Resurrection we all cheer,
because that means the check cleared
Pierced feet, pierced hands – blood-stained Son of Man,
Fullness, forgiveness, free passage into The Promised Land.
That same breath that GOD brings into us, GOD gave up to redeem us.
Anyone and everyone, and by everyone, I mean everyone
who puts faith and trust in Him and Him
alone can have full confidence of GOD’s forgiveness.
And here’s what the promise is:
That you are guaranteed full access to return to perfect unity
by simply believing in Christ and Christ alone. You are receiving Life. Yes. Life.
This is the gospel...
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
Poetic Devices Quiz
HW: As you finish your quiz, you may work on your independent reading. (Have you turned in your title to the google doc for credit? Last chance today!)
Heads up for the memorization coming...
I'm 5 foot 6... and a half. I weigh a hundred and forty-five pounds.
I don't know how to swim, and I'm a sucker for a girl with a nice smile
And clean sneakers. (4)
I'm still learning how to whisper
I'm often loud in places where I should be quiet
I'm often quiet in places where I should be loud (5)
I was born feet first and I've been backwards ever since (6)
I like ginger ale...
a lot.
I've been told that I give really bad hugs
People say that it feels like I'm trying to escape
Sometimes it's because I am, and secretly I get really nervous (7)
Every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe.
I have this odd fascination with things like sand castles and ice sculptures
I assume it's because I usually find myself dedicating time to things
That will only last a few moments
That's also why I tend to fall in love with women
Who would never love me back
I know it sounds crazy, but it's actually much easier than it seems
And to be honest, I think it's safer that way
See relationships, they often remind me that I'm not afraid of heights or falling
But I'm scared of what's gonna happen
The moment that my body hits the ground
I'm clumsy. Yesterday, I tripped over my self-esteem (8)
I landed on my pride and it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face (9)
Now I can't even tell who's trying to give me a compliment
I've never been in the military, but I have this Purple Heart (10)
I got it from beating myself up over things I can't fix
I know it sounds weird but sometimes,
I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when I'm not around (11)
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out
About all the things that I've done behind their backs
I've got a hamper that's overflowing with really, really loud mistakes
And a graveyard in my closet, I'm afraid that if I let you see my skeletons
You'll grind my bones into powder (12) and get high on my fault lines (13)
Hi, my name is Rudy
I enjoy frozen yogurt, people watching
And laughing for absolutely no reason at all
But I don't allow myself to cry as often as I need to
I have solar-powered confidence, I have a battery-operated smile (14)
My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors
And trying to convince my shadow that I'm someone worth following (15)
I don't know much, but I do know this
I know that heaven is full of music
I know God listens to my heart beat on his iPod
It reminds him that we still got work to do.
Journal #22 "Gospel" by Propaganda
- Connotation Analysis: What do you think is the power or connotation? List five words from "Gospel" that would not be as effective if they were replaced by another word that shared the same denotation. For example...if he had used the word "squished" instead of "crushed" in the first line, the effect would remind you of a jellyfish rather than a powerful force.
- Find the Devices: Copy and paste the lyrics below into a new Notability document. Find and label these devices. Onomatopoeia, internal rhyme, end rhyme, assonance, imagery, simile, metaphor, repetition, couplets, connotation, parallelism, literary allusion, & irony. (color coding might help).
"G.O.S.P.E.L." by Propaganda (CLICK HERE)
It's the full story of life crushed into four minutes
the entirety of humanity in the palm of your hand, crushed into one sentence
listen it's intense right
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
The Greatest Story that’s hardly ever told: GOD. Yes. GOD.
The Maker and Giver of Life and by Life I mean any and all manner of substance.
Seen and Unseen. What Can and Can’t Be Touched
Thoughts, Image, Emotions, Love, Atoms and Oceans
GOD.
All of it His handiwork, one of which His Masterpiece,
made so uniquely that Angels look curiously.
The one thing in Creation that was made in His imagery,
a concept so old, it’s the reason I stay bold
GOD breathed into man and he became a living soul,
Formed with the intent of being an infinitely, intimately fond
Creator and Creation held in eternal bond,
And it was placed in perfect paradise till something went wrong.
The species got deceived and started lusting for his job,
an odd list of complaints.Something ain’t working,
and used that same breath He graciously gave us to curse Him.
And that sin seed spread through our soul’s genome,
And by the nature of our nature, your species, you participated in the mutiny.
Our – yes, our sins separate us from GOD.
It’s nature inherited. Blacken the human heart.
It’s over before it started.
Deceived from Day One and led away by our own lust.
There’s not a religion in the world that doesn’t agree that something’s wrong with us.
The question is, what is it and how do we fix it?
Are we eternally separated from a GOD that may or may not have existed?
But that’s another subject.
Let’s keep grinding.
Besides, trying to prove GOD exists is like defending a lion hommie
He don’t need the help.
Just unlock the cage.
Let’s move on, on how our debt can be paid.
Short and sweet:
The problem is sin, yes sin.
It’s a cancer, an asthma, choking out our life force,
forcing separation from a perfect and Holy GOD.
The only way to get back is to get back to perfection but, silly us…
Trying to pass the course of life without referring to a syllabus…this is us.
Heap up your good deeds – chant, pray, meditate.
All of that, of course, is spraying cologne on a corpse.
Or you could choose to ignore it, as if something don’t stink.
It’s like stepping in dog poop and refusing to wipe your shoe,
But all of that ends with how good is good enough?
Take your silly list of good deeds and line them up with perfection – good luck!
That’s life past your pay grade.
The cost of your soul? You don’t got a big enough piggy bank,
but you can give it a shot.
But I suggest you throw away the list
because even your good acts are an extension of your selfishness,
But here’s where it gets interesting,
I hope your closely listening,
and don’t get it twisted. It’s what makes our faith unique.
Here’s what GOD says in Part A of the Gospel,
You can’t fix yourself. Quit trying. It’s impossible.
Sin brings death. Give GOD His breath back. You owe him.
Eternally separated and the only way to fix it is for someone to die in your place.
Someone got to be perfect, or the payment ain’t permanent,
So if and when you find a perfect person,
get him or her to willingly trade their perfection for your sin and indebtment.
Clearly, since the only one that can meet GOD’s criteria, is GOD.
GOD sent Himself as Jesus to pay the cost for us.
His righteousness, His debt functions as payment.
Yes, payment.
He wrote a check with His Life but, at the Resurrection we all cheer,
because that means the check cleared
Pierced feet, pierced hands – blood-stained Son of Man,
Fullness, forgiveness, free passage into The Promised Land.
That same breath that GOD brings into us, GOD gave up to redeem us.
Anyone and everyone, and by everyone, I mean everyone
who puts faith and trust in Him and Him
alone can have full confidence of GOD’s forgiveness.
And here’s what the promise is:
That you are guaranteed full access to return to perfect unity
by simply believing in Christ and Christ alone. You are receiving Life. Yes. Life.
This is the gospel...
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
Poetic Devices Quiz
HW: As you finish your quiz, you may work on your independent reading. (Have you turned in your title to the google doc for credit? Last chance today!)
Heads up for the memorization coming...
MEMORIZATION ~ Next quiz on Wednesday 4/6.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
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