April 19

Have you ever pretended it was opposite day? When UP was DOWN and GOOD was BAD? Well, in NaPoWriMo, it's opposite day today. So... your prompt today is to pick a poem (might I suggest one from our lit book- check out pages 549-610... though you can feel free to pick one of your own or a classmate's, or even one of your teacher's!) and line by line, write its opposite!

For example, Wallace Steven’s “The Poems of Our Climate” begins with the following lines:
Clear water in a brilliant bowl,

Pink and white carnations. The light

An Opposite Day re-write might be
Dark dirt on a dim plain–

black and blue deadwood. The night

I'm somebody! Who are you?
By Ellie C

Before:
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.


How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
After:
I'm somebody! Who are you!
Are you somebody, too?
then there's two of us- do tell!
They'd love us, you know.

How happy to be nobody!
How private, like a bat.
To listen to your name the short-lived day
To a disliking developement


Mina
Vacation!

Before:
Flip flops, the warm sun
I can’t wait till’ school’s over
I will jump for joy.

After:
Tennis shoes, the cold moon
I can wait till’ school begins
I will fall in sadness






Father William
By: Sara C

Before-

  • "YOU are old, Father William," the young man said,
    "And your hair has become very white;
    And yet you incessantly stand on your head--
    Do you think, at your age, it is right?"

    "In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
    "I feared it might injure the brain;
    But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
    Why, I do it again and again."

    "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
    And have grown most uncommonly fat;
    Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door--
    Pray, what is the reason of that?"

    "In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray locks,
    "I kept all my limbs very supple
    By the use of this ointment -- one shilling the box --
    Allow me to sell you a couple?"

    "You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
    For anything tougher than suet;
    Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak--
    Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

    "In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
    And argued each case with my wife;
    And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw
    Has lasted the rest of my life."

    "You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
    That your eye was as steady as ever;
    Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose--
    What made you so awfully clever?"

    "I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
    Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!
    Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
    Be off, or I'll kick you down-stairs!"

“I am young, Mother Kate,” the old lady heard,
“And my hair has always been brown;
And yet I never sit on my feet--
I know, at my ate, it is wrong?”

“In your maturity,” Mother Kate heard from my daughter,
“You assured it has healed the doof;
But, earlier that you’re flawed sure you have many,
Why, you do it never and never.”

“In your maturity,” heard the fool, as I stilled my white keys,
“he gave all his limbs very still
By the use of this ointment -- 100 shilling the hole --
Stop yourself to buy me one?”


“I am young,” heard the elder, “and my jaws are very strong
For everything softer than rocks;
Yet I started the goose, with the skin and the teeth--
Pray, how did I live to leave it?”

“In your maturity,” said the elder, “one would hardly think
That my eye is weak as ever;
Yet you fell a worm on the start of my chin--
What made me so terribly dumb?”

“You have answered no questions, and that is not enough,” \
Heard my mother; “give yourself airs!
I know I can hear all night to such things?
COme here, or I wont push you up the ramp!



Aaron B

As the moon sets
low enough not to
frost the rain
of the oak leaves,

I fall to destroy
all the altars of
Easter for
this dirty polluted night,

for this dead black
Mars, not for all
babies and elders,
for the bones of humans

What doesn't run through me
is a great square
not back into this
dirty polluted Mars.



Nationwide poem:

Emma G



When you are happy,

Nationwide isn’t there.

When you are making a friendship

Nationwide is not on your side.

When you have great insurance,

You should NOT switch to Nationwide.

‘Cause they’re not on your side!!!



charlie b
a minor bird oposite day

original:
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

my version:
I have wished that a bird would stay here
And sing by my house all day

I have welcomed him into my house
But he refused and I became ever so sad

However it was not my fault
It was the bird`s

And there is nothing wrong
Wanting to here every song



Early Song re-write
By: Lauren C

As the sun rises
high enough to
warm the frost
off the pine needles,

I rise to make
four prayers of
thanksgiving for
this fine clear day,

for this good brown
earth, for all
brothers and sisters,
for the dark blood

that runs through me
in a great circle
back into this good brown earth.

RE-WRITE TIME!!!!


As the Moon sets
low enough to
cool the lava
on the leaves,

I rest to have
four chants of
Valentines for
this dark musty night,

for this awful pink
mars, for all
sisters and brothers,
for the light plasma

that walks out of Elise
in a small square
foward out of this awful pink Mars
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Nikhil P
Mina's Koala poem

There is a large snake
Standing in the hole in the ground.
Regurgitating the huge red roots.
And watching a doc about the lands of north Russia
Aliens always hate them and some say they are beautiful.
All after careful observation know they aren’t lizards.
And they will know they are cheetahs.
But this ugly giant thing is a turtle!



Allergy Rewrite
By: Olivia O

Original:
My allergies are getting bad,
I don't feel good at all.
I'm even starting to feel sad,
My allergies are getting bad,
No indeed, I don't feel glad.
My eyes are crusting over, I need to bawl.
My allergies are getting bad,
I don't feel good at all.

Rewrite:
My allergies are getting good,
I feel oh so great.
I'm even starting to feel glad.
My allergies are getting good,
Yes indeed, I do feel glad.
My eyes aren't crusting over, I need to grin.
My allergies are getting good,
I feel oh so great.


By, Sarah Ki

Used from Aaron B

Dead technology
Before:
The technology is dieing.
I can't believe it is going to die.
Not now while I am doing a report.
I can't find my charger.
I beg of you to let me type.
Don't give me a black screen!
No, it is gone.
But, but why?


After:
Every life forms are alive.
We believe not that life forms are alive.
Now not when we are not being a paper.
We found our computer.
We ask me do not make us yell.
Give us lots of white skies!
Yes, their there.
Maybe, maybe when!




By: Mallory F.

Interviewed Sarah Kr's Opposite poem:

After it rains peaches When it doesn't rain

A rainbow comes out A storm cloud hides in the sky

all the peaches are colorful all the pears are dark

without a dought with a dought

people love both of them people hate both of them

people summon them people throw them away

and people will eat them and people will through them away

and people will hug them and people will kick them

rainbows love Sarah storm clouds hate Sarah

and so do peaches and so do pears


opposite
Cyrus B.

Winter moon opposite
Langston Hughes
By: Cyrus Benis
Original-
How thin and sharp the moon tonight!
How thin and sharp and glossy white
Is the slim curved crook of the moon tonight!

My version
How fat and dull is the sun this morning.
How fat and dull and blurry black
Is the fat straight line of the sun this morning.


School

School is hard, scary, and fun.
School is torture. But also fun.
The test is one of the worst thing in school.
For a straight A student the test is nothing.
For a straight F student the test is the scariest thing ever.
The test is only like 20% of your grade.
So you better not fail it.
Don’t get me stated one the quiz.