My Collection Tyra Clayton POETRY TEK 14.B

Figurative Language Poem

Figurative does not truly speak

Effective is deeply important

Effective is walking the talk

Important lessons must be demonstrated

Important lessons show you don’t tell you

Don't show, but tell.

Demonstrated lessons are shown like an exhibit

Demonstrated lessons than may be emulated

Exhibits can be observed

Exhibits are seen not heard

Observed actions are watched

Observed actions trump words

Watched love is full of verbs

Watched love shows it is an action word

Verbs are action words

Verbs help one’s mind create mental pictures

Words alone are soon forgotten

Words are remembered when taught with an action

Mental pictures formed in one’s brain

Mental pictures are recalled simpler than jargon

Brain stores memories

Brain loses words

Memories are potent tools

Memories recall meaning

Tools seen in use is vital

Tools talked about remain idle

Vital is performance

Vital is activity

Performance is an execution

Performance is a rendition

Execution creates stimuli

Execution shows not tells

Stimuli create neuron connections

Stimuli causes better recall

Connections boost like a catalyst

Connections fuel memory

Catalyst spark visuals

Catalyst evoke images

Visual aids are useful to teachers

Visual images are appealingly vivid

Teachers must display good character

Teachers may not just define it

Character is taught by example

Character in not lexically learned

Example set is learned in action ~

Example cannot be set with words

For Silent One’s Cliché Contest

3/28/2016

Copyright © jill spagnola | Year Posted 2016

Sonnet Lxxxi - Poem by Pablo Neruda

And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.

Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.

The night turns on its invisible wheels,

and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,

we will go together, over the waters of time.

No one else will travel through the shadows with me,

only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists

and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray

wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries

me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.

Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.

Language arts has always been a struggle for me. I was the student who always made As in all subjects with the exception of reading. If reading is fundamental, then I must continue daily to strengthen my foundation. Tyra Clayton
I find it hard to find direction when beginning to write.
I'll just grab a poem off of the internet...

Credits:

Created with images by Counselling - "poetry poetry album old" • 3dman_eu - "white male 3d model isolated" • klimkin - "heart raspberry board" • skeeze - "milky way andromeda stars" • Takmeomeo - "hands love couple" • succo - "chess board game play" • geralt - "face faces dialogue" • antonynjoro - "phone confused frustrated"

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