Hansol Kim, Dayna Synagogue 10/26/10 Per.1 Tones of pleasure A Satisfied Mind Everybody has their hopes and dreams, Which sometimes play on their mind; Some are crushed and broken, In the scheme of things. Yet others stay in focus, for as long as we may live. They build us up to make our stand, when the need may arise, let us forget our failures; we’ve endured from time to time. That makes our life stable giving us the one thing, everyone wants to find, and that is a satisfied mind. Every body has dreams, but sometimes it’s not. We are successful in realizing the dream. There are others dream keeps up in order to fulfill their purpose. Those dreams keep you going until you find what you want. Tones of comedy Amused It’s quite amusing the way you can change how the direction of the tides as you manipulate every emotion that feeds this heart. The reality sets in though, these eyes are not as blind as you remember them. I have seen you tears and realize that there is no truth to them. You chose this moment, but you can not admit to your treason. Keep on playing the victim in your theater of lies, but open you eyes and see that it was you who put the final nail in the coffin. This poem is about relationship. One person has betrayed the trust of the other person so they relationship is broken. Tone of animation Hopeful Heart A hopeful heart – handing out illusions – Worn atop a satin sleeve; Naivety was dripping out delusions – 'Twas an open gash – to so deceive A little further, such a pretty mind. Her whitened innocence, rare today; And lest we ruin another soul, Leave and let it be – we'll pray the trust Will emanate a loving whole For our appreciation; hear the plea. Some person has believes and the writer’s saying don’t say or doing anything destroy those believe. Tone of passion Don't Be Jealous Don't be jealous what others have written In their own frame and time of season They are there in the place they've awoken To write down words gleaned from their reason Lived out each day, their truth gets spoken. You are not them; you are not there we’re all just panes in a stained glass way: The things they've seen you might not bear could they endure the bed you lay? No one but you sings your soul's song, Walks the same path your foot falls on- Don't silence the poet inside of you Trying to fill some other's space Cause then nobody will hear your songs And the world would miss your grace. This poem is about being jealous of someone’s life. It is trying to live their life instead of your own life. The writer say don’t try to be someone else because the world will miss out on your life. Tone of pain Worried Tears flow down my face and a whisper form my mouth just sitting at home on my couch in a gloomy, depressed slouch People cant see the pain that is dwelling behind my eyes they don’t want to know and that’s why a little part of me dies I’m so worried about my boyfriend and the trouble has gotten in I hope he can come back to school but the line that’s drawn is looking thin. This poem is about a girl who is at home.she is upset because her boyfriend is in trouble. She is worried about what will happen to him. Tones of logic Confused I can see no way out, that sick feeling creeping up from my stomach, another lie just like your heart beating, or so it seems. Confused by whether I'm hurt by you, or disappointed I once again trust you. You were my best friend; my everything, I walked away to spare the heartache once more, but you found a way in, broke down my defenses. Confused by whether I'm hurt by you, or disappointed I once again trust you. None can see what you meant to me, now there's nothing left to see, just my vulnerability, my bare and broken soul. Confused by whether I'm hurt by you, or disappointed I once again trust you. Maybe it was my fault, pinned my hopes on someone who seemed so different, yet you turned out to be the same, confirming my fears that I'm not worth caring about. Confused by whether I'm hurt by you, or disappointed I once again trust you, I once again trust you, I once again trust you, Once again I'm hurt by you... This poem is about close friendship. The poet has been hurt by his or her friend. The poet says that, they are not sure confused or disappointed because he trusts his friend and his friend letting him down. Tones of self -importance Confident Comfort you give Words you speak Uncertainties fade Nothing to peek Never judging You listen well Always accepting Whatever I sell Others may run You choose to stay Condemned I am Two hands you lay Esteem I lost You found it still Anger I toss Respect you will No one I deserve You watch my back Hope you serve Faith never lack Gems are precious Priceless you are Gold is scarce But you are rare This poem is about a person who support another person and that support gives them confidence. Tones of submission and timidity The timid lover What lad or what lass without love has e'er been?-- Miss Page won my heart when I was but sixteen; But no prospect appear'd, my fond wishes to crown; Her ruffles were lac'd and she wore a silk gown. While I issued forth in a more humble sphere, With a coat you might see through--my best was threadbare; Then what expectation to win a fair maid, When the tongue or the dress never come to our aid? But yet no great difference ought to oppose; Her father made shoes, and by trade I made hose; So that, if of true honour we judge not amiss, My trade was, at least, a peg higher than his. Besides, the shoe-maker had nothing to give; Then should we unite, like two nothings must live. Nay, should she attempt to collect all her store, If she gave me herself, she could give me no more. If we chanc'd, which was seldom, to pass in the street, My head made a bow, but my eyes view'd my feet. At her sight all my powers in confusion were found; What was left of my heart sunk as low as the ground. If at church on a Sunday I gave her a glance, The instant she caught me my eyes turn'd ascance; She might send a look, which by lovers alone Is well understood; but, alas! Mine was gone. When day-light was over I often crept out, At the season when lovers and cats prowl about. Through a hole in the shutter I sometimes could see The girl that I lov'd--whom I wish'd to love me. Ten years I was shackled, but never durst speak, Though I saw my dear charmer at least once a week; When another succeeded, who spoke as he ought, While I lost my fair one by courting in thought. The poem is about young man who loves a young woman he is too shy to say anything to her. And ten years he admires her from a distance, but someone else comes along and wins her.
Hansol Kim, Dayna Synagogue
10/26/10
Per.1
Tones of pleasure
A Satisfied Mind
Everybody has their hopes and dreams,
Which sometimes play on their mind;
Some are crushed and broken,
In the scheme of things.
Yet others stay in focus,
for as long as we may live.
They build us up to make our stand,
when the need may arise,
let us forget our failures;
we’ve endured from time to time.
That makes our life stable
giving us the one thing,
everyone wants to find,
and that is a satisfied mind.
Every body has dreams, but sometimes it’s not. We are successful in realizing the dream. There are others dream keeps up in order to fulfill their purpose. Those dreams keep you going until you find what you want.
Tones of comedy
Amused
It’s quite amusing the
way you can change
how the direction of
the tides as you manipulate
every emotion that
feeds this heart.
The reality sets in though,
these eyes are not as blind
as you remember them.
I have seen you tears and
realize that there is no
truth to them.
You chose this moment,
but you can not admit to
your treason.
Keep on playing the victim
in your theater of lies,
but open you eyes and
see that it was you
who put the final nail
in the coffin.
This poem is about relationship. One person has betrayed the trust of the other person so they relationship is broken.
Tone of animation
Hopeful Heart
A hopeful heart – handing out illusions –
Worn atop a satin sleeve;
Naivety was dripping out delusions –
'Twas an open gash – to so deceive
A little further, such a pretty mind.
Her whitened innocence, rare today;
And lest we ruin another soul,
Leave and let it be – we'll pray the trust
Will emanate a loving whole
For our appreciation; hear the plea.
Some person has believes and the writer’s saying don’t say or doing anything destroy those believe.
Tone of passion
Don't Be Jealous
Don't be jealous what others have written
In their own frame and time of season
They are there in the place they've awoken
To write down words gleaned from their reason
Lived out each day, their truth gets spoken.
You are not them; you are not there
we’re all just panes in a stained glass way:
The things they've seen you might not bear
could they endure the bed you lay?
No one but you sings your soul's song,
Walks the same path your foot falls on-
Don't silence the poet inside of you
Trying to fill some other's space
Cause then nobody will hear your songs
And the world would miss your grace.
This poem is about being jealous of someone’s life. It is trying to live their life instead of your own life. The writer say don’t try to be someone else because the world will miss out on your life.
Tone of pain
Worried
Tears flow down my face
and a whisper form my mouth
just sitting at home on my couch
in a gloomy, depressed slouch
People cant see the pain
that is dwelling behind my eyes
they don’t want to know
and that’s why a little part of me dies
I’m so worried about my boyfriend
and the trouble has gotten in
I hope he can come back to school
but the line that’s drawn is looking thin.
This poem is about a girl who is at home.she is upset because her boyfriend is in trouble. She is worried about what will happen to him.
Tones of logic
Confused
I can see no way out,
that sick feeling creeping up from my stomach,
another lie just like your heart beating,
or so it seems.
Confused by whether I'm hurt by you,
or disappointed I once again trust you.
You were my best friend; my everything,
I walked away to spare the heartache once more,
but you found a way in,
broke down my defenses.
Confused by whether I'm hurt by you,
or disappointed I once again trust you.
None can see what you meant to me,
now there's nothing left to see,
just my vulnerability,
my bare and broken soul.
Confused by whether I'm hurt by you,
or disappointed I once again trust you.
Maybe it was my fault,
pinned my hopes on someone who seemed so different,
yet you turned out to be the same,
confirming my fears that I'm not worth caring about.
Confused by whether I'm hurt by you,
or disappointed I once again trust you,
I once again trust you,
I once again trust you,
Once again I'm hurt by you...
This poem is about close friendship. The poet has been hurt by his or her friend. The poet says that, they are not sure confused or disappointed because he trusts his friend and his friend letting him down.
Tones of self -importance
Confident
Comfort you give
Words you speak
Uncertainties fade
Nothing to peek
Never judging
You listen well
Always accepting
Whatever I sell
Others may run
You choose to stay
Condemned I am
Two hands you lay
Esteem I lost
You found it still
Anger I toss
Respect you will
No one I deserve
You watch my back
Hope you serve
Faith never lack
Gems are precious
Priceless you are
Gold is scarce
But you are rare
This poem is about a person who support another person and that support gives them confidence.
Tones of submission and timidity
The timid lover
What lad or what lass without love has e'er been?--
Miss Page won my heart when I was but sixteen;
But no prospect appear'd, my fond wishes to crown;
Her ruffles were lac'd and she wore a silk gown.
While I issued forth in a more humble sphere,
With a coat you might see through--my best was threadbare;
Then what expectation to win a fair maid,
When the tongue or the dress never come to our aid?
But yet no great difference ought to oppose;
Her father made shoes, and by trade I made hose;
So that, if of true honour we judge not amiss,
My trade was, at least, a peg higher than his.
Besides, the shoe-maker had nothing to give;
Then should we unite, like two nothings must live.
Nay, should she attempt to collect all her store,
If she gave me herself, she could give me no more.
If we chanc'd, which was seldom, to pass in the street,
My head made a bow, but my eyes view'd my feet.
At her sight all my powers in confusion were found;
What was left of my heart sunk as low as the ground.
If at church on a Sunday I gave her a glance,
The instant she caught me my eyes turn'd ascance;
She might send a look, which by lovers alone
Is well understood; but, alas! Mine was gone.
When day-light was over I often crept out,
At the season when lovers and cats prowl about.
Through a hole in the shutter I sometimes could see
The girl that I lov'd--whom I wish'd to love me.
Ten years I was shackled, but never durst speak,
Though I saw my dear charmer at least once a week;
When another succeeded, who spoke as he ought,
While I lost my fair one by courting in thought.
The poem is about young man who loves a young woman he is too shy to say anything to her. And ten years he admires her from a distance, but someone else comes along and wins her.