Saturday, March 13, 2010

More Txt Ptry

I thought I would share a few more text poems that were written by my seventh graders. Some of the poems I’ve read were surprisingly beautiful! Is texting a valid form of expression? After reading these, I dare you to say “no”!
Luv
Thy look at echoter
Trn awy.
Look agin,
Turn awy.
Thy act lyk thy don’t lyk echoter,
But u can c it in their i’s.
She :)’s
He :)’s.
Ths is their rutine.
It hppns evryday/
Thy act lyk thy don’t ntice echoter,
But thy rlly luv echoter.
it’s tru n u c it evryday.
by Adriana

Sounds like the perfect description of a middle school crush, doesn’t it? Please excuse the all-caps of this next poem, but it was just too amazing to not share.
TXT POEM
LITNIN STRIKS FROM THE BLANKET OF DRKNESS
BRINGIN A FLASH OF LITE
A REDWUD TREE IS ITS NXT VICTM
SPLTIN IT INTO 2
THE 2 SPLT SIDES REACH 4 THE SKY OPENIN IT’S ARMS 2 HEVIN
ANTHER LITNIN BOLT FALLS FROM THE SKY
HITTIN A GRASY FIELD
A FIRE SPROUTS FROM THE LONG YLLOW GRAS
SENDIN UP SMOKE AND ASH
THE FIRE TWIST N TURNS IN THE NITE
IN A REDISH ORNGE LITE
THE FLMES LIC THE EDGS OF THE DRKNESS
WHILE THE FIRE QUICKLY SPREADS
THE FIRE REMAINS TO BURN
WHILE THE STORMS SEEMS 2 NVR END
CHAOS STRTS TO SPRED THRO THE FOREST
WHILE THE ANMALS RUN N HIDE
CUZ NO ONE WNTS 2 B IN THE WAY WEN A FIRE COMS OUT 2 PLAY
by Megan

I have some deep thinkers in this class…many deep thinkers, actually. It’s exhausting. My brain often hurts.
Wat Wud i SA
Evry1 wants da chnce 2 b herd,
4 ppl 2 lisen, when dey speek deir wurds.
i’ve said it mslf, mny tyms b4,
Bt now i think, wat wud i speek 4?
i have so mch 2 get out, if i ever come 2 da day.
Bt if i do get da chnce, i wunder, wat wud i sA
Wud i speek of my God, and his all healing pwr.
How he wants us 2 trust him, nt cwer.
Or wud i speek of understanding
Da pwr of listening 2 my surroundings.
Or mayb of love and hope and faith.
Or how i have ben changed by da goodness of da human race.
Evry1 wants da chnce 2 be herd,
4 ppl 2 lisen, when they speek deir wrds.
i’ve said it mslf, mny tyms b4,
Bt now i think, wat wud i speek 4.
i have so mch 2 get out, if i ever come 2 da day.
Bt if i do get da chnce, i wunder, wat wud i sA?
by Colleen

Feel
I wlk alng the old nd rsty railrd trcks,
Kckng stns whle wlkng silntly witout a thght in my hd.
I c the lke 2 my lft glimr in the snlite,
Bt I do nt stp to behld its beuty, 4 I hve a mtting.
Instd I kp on wlkng,
yt no thght in my hd.
Nd as I grw closr 2 the forst,
Drknss sprds ovr the lnd as if a blnkt.
Bt yt no thght in my head,
Jst a…. Feelng.
1 tht no scientst cud xplane,
Bt I knw tht ths feelng ws ldng me somwhr.
A plc of whch I do not knw.
Bt I do knw tht ths gut feelng tht I hve is no ordnry feelng,
Bt yt it is.
The strng thng is, is tht I knew wht it ws,
Nd as I grw clser 2 tht drk forst, with no nd to its drknss,
Ths feelng bilds 2 the pnt of no nd.
Bt as I look bck I reliz tht I hav trvled no whr.
So now I wait 4 the drknss to grb hld of me,
Because ths feelng hs no mrcy.
The feelng tht 1 mst lt go of,
1 I can’t ovrcom
….Fear
by Nick M.

Of course, not everyone is skilled at texting. Jack can explain why:
Jus a fone
Evry1z got a fone
Itz as smpl as that
No mattr where I look
Im da only1 w/out
Common mom n dad
Plz I beg u
Just 60 buks a munth wont kill u
it’s a teenage necessity
I shuldnt need 2 giv any mor xplanation than that
Wen u pay urself day say
But by the time I reach in my own wllt
It just mite b my 30th bday!
by Jack M.

One more before I go…and this one is just plain fun! Thanks Dominic!



A txtn poem
dis is new
wht a srpris
i hve nvr seen dis b4
who rites thse poems
well i do
nd so do my clasmats
they r fun 2 rite
u can misspll wrds all da time
no markn down dis time
well dis waz fun
now it's done
my txtn poem 4 u!

by Dominic D.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Txt Ptry

My students and I have been having some fun with poetry lately. I provided them with five of my all-time favorite poems and then proceeded to discuss with them what we look for in poems, how to interpret poems, how to read poems out loud. I waited for their eyes to start glazing over and then I sprang the assignment on them!

"You need to re-write one of these poems using text lingo!"

There was a "wait...is she serious?!" pause, and then they erupted! "NO WAY!!" "OH COOL!!"

I paired them up and set them to work. It got a bit loud in my classroom that morning, but it was a fun kind of loud! And, as I wandered around the room, it was all pretty much on topic. They really needed to understand the poem and what the poet was saying before they could re-write the piece. I was stopped a number of times by students who said, "But no one will be able to understand what these say!"

"That's okay. The point is you REALLY know what the poet was saying!"

If you stop by my classroom anytime soon, you can see all of their text poetry hanging in my classroom window. It's gotten a lot of attention! But...on to phase two of this assignment!

After working with a partner, it was time to write a poem on their own. And, yes, they were using text lingo for this poem as well. An original piece of their own creation...all in txt. The first question I got was, "Can we text it to you?!!" That one was met with a rousing chorus of "Oh yeahs!" and "great idea!" My response:

"I am NOT giving my cell phone number out to 36 seventh grade goofballs!!"

"Oh, come on, McTeachy, you know you love us!"

Bah!

Anyway...they're supposed to be adding their text poems to their blogs this weekend. I think it's going to be tough to compete with the very first poem I read this morning by Annalee:

Wings

i run az fast az i can.
tryin 2 get away frm tha crazines.
i hear thm bhnd me
hu u ask
erasers
tha demns on erth
i stp at tha end uf tha clif n jmp
tha erasers hv cot up 2 me n r clawin at mi ft 2 pul me bak down 2 hell
i unflded my wngs,
feelin tha cool breeze go thru my fethers
i fly
i am a mutnt
bt i am myslf

anale


Oh, how I do love this assignment! Fun with poetry...and it's not even April yet!!