Poetry

1. Poetry

2. Epic • A lengthy poem that tells a long story, usually about a hero, that teaches a lesson • Tiddalick - The Frog Who Caused a Flood • In the time of dreamingBefore the earth was oldMyths were in the makingLegends yet untold • Here began a storyOf one huge enormous frogSolemn in his gloryHe drank from every bog

3. Tiddalick the great oneHad to quench his mighty thirstHe drank from all the waterholesSo much he nearly burst • He drained the lake and riverThe stream and billabongSoon there was no water leftIt was very wrong • Others now grew thirstyThere was no sign of rainHot sun scorched the arid earthNo water did remain

4. Tiddalick's swollen stomachWas squelchy round and wideHe was so big he couldn't moveThe water was inside • Animals assembledMen gathered with them tooThey had to end this great distressAnd work out what to do • Boomerangs were uselessSpears bounced off his sideGetting angry didn't helpEven though they tried

5. The kookaburra had a planWe need to make him laughTo hold his side and open wideWe need to show some gaffe • If only we can do thatThe water will pour outWe all must work togetherTo end this mighty drought • C'mon laugh you big fat frogYou're like a bursting potIf only you could see yourselfSquelching as you squat

6. Tiddalick moved his mournful headHe had a doleful faceHe didn't see the humourOf smiles there were no trace • The kangaroo and platypusWombat and emuAll tried their best to make him laughBut Tiddalick stayed blue • Some danced and some told storiesOthers somersaultedTiddalick grew tired and boredAnd slept when antics halted

7. The last to try was Norang the EelHe was their final hopeHe turned himself into a hoopAnd wriggled like a rope • The rope stood upright on the sandThen it began to spinIt went round like a whirlwindTiddalick began to grin • Then out slopped some waterBefore it reached the sandMan and beast began to drinkIt worked like they had planned

8. But Norang went on spinningTill he was scarcely seenTiddalick began to chuckleIt really made a scene • As his belly rumbledThe frog rocked to and froWith his hands upon his sidesA stream began to flow • Tiddalick's mouth was open wideWith water gushing outA surging tidal riverSpewed like a water spout

9. It swept away the animalsAnd covered all the sandA shining lake of waterHad spread over the land • Now Tiddalick has shrunkenHe's just a little frogWho sometimes hides in desert sandsOr sits upon a log • Tiddalick (also spelt Tiddalik) The Frog who Caused a Flood is based on an aboriginal legend aimed at teaching to conserve water and to care for our environment. There are several adaptations of the story, the other being that Tiddalick began to laugh when the platypus came out of her hole. I hope you enjoyed this story from the Dreamtime

10. Narrative • A poem that tells a story • Example: Charge of the Light Brigade • Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward,All in the valley of DeathRode the six hundred."Forward, the Light Brigade!Charge for the guns!" he said:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.

11. "Forward, the Light Brigade!"Was there a man dismayed?Not tho' the soldiers knewSomeone had blundered:Theirs was not to make reply,Theirs was not to reason why,Theirs was but to do and die:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred. Cannon to the right of them,Cannon to the left of them,Cannon in front of themVolleyed and thunder'd;Storm'd at with shot and shell,Boldly they rode and well,Into the jaws of Death,Into the mouth of Hell,Rode the six hundred.

12. Flashed all their sabres bare,Flashed as they turned in air,Sab'ring the gunners there,Charging an army, whileAll the world wondered:Plunging in the battery smoke,Right through the line they broke;Cossack and RussianReeled from the sabrestrokeShattered and sundered.Then they rode back, but not--Not the six hundred. Cannon to the right of them,Cannon to the left of them,Cannon in front of themVolleyed and thundered;Stormed at with shot and shell,While horse and hero fell,They that fought so well,Came thro' the jaws of Death,Back from the mouth of Hell,All that was left of them,Left of the six hundred.

13. When can their glory fade?Oh, the wild charge they made!All the world wondered.Honour the charge they made!Honour the Light Brigade,Noble Six Hundred! • Alfred Lord Tennyson

14. Ballad • A poem that tells a story in song with regular rhyme and rhythm • Cat's in the Cradle   by Harry Chapin • My child arrived just the other day,He came to the world in the usual way.But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.He learned to walk while I was away.And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad.You know I'm gonna be like you."

15. And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,Little boy blue and the man in the moon."When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,But we'll get together then.You know we'll have a good time then." • My son turned ten just the other day.He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.You know I'm gonna be like him."

16. And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,Little boy blue and the man in the moon."When you coming home, dad?""I don't know when,But we'll get together then.You know we'll have a good time then.“ • Well, he came from college just the other day,So much like a man I just had to say,"Son, I'm proud of you. Can you sit for a while?"He shook his head, and he said with a smile,"What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.See you later. Can I have them please?"

17. And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,Little boy blue and the man in the moon."When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,But we'll get together then, dad.You know we'll have a good time then.“ • I've long since retired and my son's moved away.I called him up just the other day.I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.It's been sure nice talking to you."

18. And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,He'd grown up just like me.My boy was just like me. • And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,Little boy blue and the man in the moon."When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,But we'll get together then, dad.You know we'll have a good time then."

19. Haiku • A three-line poem about nature with five, seven, and five syllables The Rose Donna Brock The red blossom bends  and drips its dew to the ground.  Like a tear it falls

20. A Rainbow Donna Brock  Curving up, then down.  Meeting blue sky and green earth  Melding sun and rain.

21. Cinquain • Its form is twenty-two syllables over five lines distributed 2,4,6,8,2. The first line will be used to name the subject; line two will describe this subject; the third line will be three action words; line four is a phrase describing the subject, though not in a complete sentence; finally the fifth line will sum up the poem with some impact.

22. Triad • These be (2) • Three silent things; (4) • The falling snow . . . the hour (6) • Before the dawn . . . the mouth of one (8) • Just dead. (2)

23. Catch uswhen we chase you,boys, your arms around uswill tell you a secret that hasno words. • Shade Tree • The oakin my backyardholds twisted rope and wood and knows the name of every childthat swings.

24. LIMERICKS • A limerick is a five-line poem written with one couplet and one triplet. If a couplet is a two-line rhymed poem, then a triplet would be a three-line rhymed poem. The rhyme pattern is a a b b a with lines 1, 2 and 5 containing 3 beats and rhyming, and lines 3 and 4 having two beats and rhyming. • Limericks are meant to be funny. They often contain hyperbole, onomatopoeia, idioms, puns, and other figurative devices. The last line of a good limerick contains the PUNCH LINE or "heart of the joke." As you work with limericks, remember to have pun, I mean FUN!

25. A flea and a fly in a flue Were caught, so what could they do? Said the fly, "Let us flee." "Let us fly," said the flea. So they flew through a flaw in the flue. There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said, 'It is just as I feared! Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my beard!' There was an Old Man with a nose, Who said, 'If you choose to suppose, That my nose is too long, You are certainly wrong!‘ That remarkable Man with a nose.

26. Free Verse • The rhythm or cadence of free verse varies throughout the poem. Though the words don't rhyme, they flow along their own uneven pattern. Definitely a poetry form for one who likes to march to the beat of a different drummer! • For example: • Running through a field of clover,Stop to pick a daffodilI play he loves me, loves me not,The daffy lies, it says he does not love me!Well, why use a daffy When Jimmy gives me roses?-- Flora Launa

27. Lyric Poetry • LYRIC POEMS are usually about your feelings and moods. A lot of the words to songs are lyric poems.

28. How Do I Love Thee?by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal GraceI love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faithI love thee with a love I seem to loveWith my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.

29. Concrete Poem • A poem that looks like a shape

30. Takeoff

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