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"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet .“– William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2). FINDING LE MOT JUSTE. HAIKU. 3 LINES 17 SYLLABLES (5-7-5) USUALLY NATURE-THEMED snow mixes with rain— my mother keeps calling me
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"What's in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.“– William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2) FINDING LE MOT JUSTE
HAIKU • 3 LINES • 17 SYLLABLES (5-7-5) • USUALLY NATURE-THEMED snow mixes with rain— my mother keeps calling me by my brother's name.--Paul David Mena
DIAMANTE • Shaped like a diamond • Any length • Can transition squaresymmetrical, conventionalshaping, measuring, balancingboxes, rooms,clocks, halosencircling, circumnavigating, enclosinground, continuouscircle
ACROSTIC • Weave your words • Drama Does any one realize all the Ridiculous things Actors and actresses Must endure before hearing theApplause?
ACROSTIC • Bouncing! Thumping! Bouncing! Thumping! • Always dribbling, shooting, and passing • So he can be like • King James and his Court, • Every night making those 3-pointers and • Taking free throw shots • Because after all, they’re free. • Alley oop, and he • Lands with a slam dunk! The fans • Leap to their feet and cheer their hoops hero!
SONNET • LINES • RHYME SCHEME • Love Sonnet 18by William Shakespeare (1564-1616, England) • Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? • Thou art more lovely and more temperate: • Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, • And summer's lease hath all too short a date: • Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, • And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; • And every fair from fair sometime declines, • By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; • But thy eternal summer shall not fade • Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; • Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, • When in eternal lines to time thou growest: • So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, • So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
ODE • Rhymed quatrain stanzas • Subjects • Short lines
Ode to My Xbox– Mr. Richard O! Machination of silicon, plastic, and metal, Creator of entertainment sublime. Never producer of marital fettle, I remain a respectful servant of thine. Copious numbers of updates are released, Their prices reach zeniths not seen. Complex digital stories are pieced In splendid glory they appear on my screen! Running and gunning, hacking and slashing These things are the stuff of heroes. Power-ups, multiplayer, some gems I be cashing. Alas, ammo and health reach their zeroes! If horticulture, literature, and calculations mundane Do not pique your innate curiosity. Then one recourse in life to thee will remain Fly! Purchase the Xbox monstrosity!