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  1. War Selected by: Alex Foreman

  2. Introduction When you think of war, what comes to mind? While doing this assignment, I had to constantly think of this question. So much so that this got me thinking of different ways to look at war. War is no longer just fighting to me. It’s also a way of keeping peace between others. Looking at “the soldier” sonnet poem, this really shows that it’s about peace not war. After finishing this assignment it made me feel proud to be done. But even at the beginning of the project I was eager to what was in store with this topic. -Alex Foreman

  3. Table of Contents Self made Poems Pg.4 Acrostic poem Pg.5 Alliteration poem Pg.6 Free verse Pg.7 List poem Pg.8 Limerick Published author poems Pg.9 Acrostic Pg.10 Blues Pg.11 Cinquian Pg.12 Couplet/End Rhyme Pg.13 Haiku Pg.14 Continuation of haiku Pg.15 Rhyme poem (Lyrics) Pg.16 Quatrain Pg.17 Rondeau poem Pg.18 Sonnet Pg.19 Work Citations

  4. Acrostic Poemby: Alex Foreman Close range Open fire Mines Battle Attack Tactics Task Adrenaline Native Killer

  5. Alliteration Poem by: Alex Foreman The W in War Would War Welcome Wimps? Or Would they Whack Walruses With Wood?

  6. Free verse by: Alex Foreman Your Death Bullets flying everywhere Friends in pain Democratic corruption. But as you see the white flag Something sparkles from the sky. This, This is death, Your death ….BOOM!!!

  7. List Poemby: Alex Foreman List of War: Guns Destruction Blood Desert Forest Tanks Air Force Death Hope Belief Soldiers War..

  8. Limerickby: Alex Foreman Hussein’s Capture They've turned Iraq into rubbleAnd stirred up a whole lot of troubleTo capture Hussein ...But who's sure that it's plainThat Saddam is himself - not a double?!

  9. Acrostic poem SOLDIERS Soldiers stood so pensiveOn the battle fieldLooking, staring at the bodiesDead blood and goreIsthis how it should end?Even though they have won the warReality is that they’re gone!So may they rest in peace! Reka, Marinela. “Soldiers.” “marinelareka.com.” http://marinelareka.com/?cat=498 April. 20th 2010

  10. BluesCan you take it? It's easy to be nice, boys  When everything's O.K.It's easy to be cheerful,  When your having things your way.But can you hold your head up  And take it on the chin.When your heart is breaking  And you feel like giving in? It was easy back in England,  Among the friends and folks.But now you miss the friendly hand,  The joys, and songs, and jokes.The road ahead is stormy.  And unless you're strong in mind,You'll find it isn't long before  You're dragging far behind. You've got to climb the hill, boys;  It's no use turning back.There's only one way home, boys,  And it's off the beaten track.Remember you're American,  And when you reach the crest,You'll see a valley cool and green,  Our country at its best. You know there is a saying  That sunshine follows rain,And sure enough you'll realize  That joy will follow pain.Let courage be your password,  Make fortitude your guide;And then instead of grousing,  Just remember those who died. Anonymous. “Can you take it?” “merkki.com.” http://www.merkki.com/poetry.htm April. 20th 2010

  11. CinquainWar War  Sad, destructive Killing, injuring, destroying  A thing that kills life.  Terminator Unknown, Saud. “War.” “courses.missouristate.edu” http://courses.missouristate.edu/ShaeJohnson/CinquainPoetryInstrucandEx.htm April. 21, 2010

  12. Couplet/End Rhyme Machine gun belts cut in my neck,join the Gun Group on the deck.Two fingers up - two minute test,check my kit and do my best.Chopper flaring - out the door,stand on skids and count to four.Throw my bag - back and behind,Go! Go! Go! - you're on the line.Thumb up bum - rappel to earth,clear the line and hit the dirt.Pull the pack strap roll away,God just get me through this day. AIR ASSAULTThumping down the valley floor,contour flying - open door.Squadron's choppers in a line,the Air Assault goes in on time.Heart is pumping - temples too,Cobra Gunships - standing to.Carbine locked in place,try to hide my fearful face.Check my bag and check my rope,God give me some bloody hope. Rifle slung behind my back,Grenades and ammo in my pack. Subritzky, Michael. “Air Assault.” “Angelfire.com.” http://www.angelfire.com/wa/warpoetry/Michael.html April. 20th 2010

  13. HaikuThe Civil War Valor on both sidesIs honored in human heartsThat grasp the horror Though rebellion shownCourage worthy of respectTheir deaths not in vain Defeat assured usOf a strong United StatesSafe from division Boys' hands hold aloftThe fragile rag ennobledDeath will make them men The flag was soddenWet with blood and morning dewCloth so creased with pain Only yesterdayIt whipped the air unawareOf its frailty When the stripes and barsAnd stars and colors flyingUnfurl no more Bullets and diseaseTwin conspirators of deathWar's dark handmaidens Dry and hard as boneHardtack, spit-wet to choke downTheir staple of life A sizzle in fat"Worm-castles" when vermin -filledSuch is nourishment Shoeless, cold, in ragsThese no gallant uniformsNot so handsome now No jaunty marchesBut leaden boredom and dread Only a horse diedBefore the white flag flutteredOver Fort Sumter Eighteen sixty-oneApril came in stormy thenFour-thirty, the twelfth Pre-dawn it shatteredThe uneasy peace they knewWhen long darkness came The blue and the grayMade a hundred shades of redThe colors of war There is no hatredDeeper than between brothersSo close the distance Wicked is the edgeThat divides the human heart From that which it loves Loud days upon themWhen war whispers turned to howlsAnd all were made deaf War is failure's priceWhen words cannot sway the willCurrency of blood Enfilade sweeps farMerciless arcs through the lineCleaving open souls A nation born freeYet to embrace enslavementHad to be reborn Vessels can be weakTheir ship was unseaworthyThey were seamen still Defeat's patinaOf melancholic broodingIs theirs to cherish And hungry half-sleep Hear the roar, the roarRebel yell, Yankee cannonThe death of silence Battlefield namesOnce towns innocent of bloodTinged now with horror Fredericksburg's ghosts moanCry out across the freewaysFaint amid new noise They can still be heardThe decibels of anguishHumming in the din Tattered, shattered airShrapnel whipping through bowed treesA bruised sky, wounded Through murderous pathsAnd biting pointed acresCourage propelled them On and on they cameIt is sad to kill such menBrutal tasks of war So many limbs fellSome with leaves and some withoutMingled on the ground Mangled on the groundJuly's high beauty besmirchedWith bird song and sobs Sherman hated war"It is all Hell, boys" he saidMan-made Hell on Earth

  14. Continuedhaiku… They would have to meet againNow as countrymen And look past raw woundsPast anger, shame and furyThis took valor too Through their pain and deathThey erased geographyAnd made us one land Now to make foemenBe as brothers once againTragedy must bind Chastened by fireA nation made more sacredBy its suffering Our national woundYoung bones moulder in old gravesWe still bear the scars Pioneer nationOur infant experimentFreedom's light on Earth Our AmericaWithstood her great upheavalFrom her knees she rose A solemn purchaseThe price was blood and sorrowTo weld a nation And make it uniteThrough common pain and healingUnbowed, free and one For the bayonet Faced the wicked slopeOf hot, roaring raging airAnd go in to it To be in Hell thenCould be no worse than that dayOn Little Round Top Oh, doomed SultanaVictory could not save youFrom water and flame And proud arroganceSo the waves took you underTo perish unsung Six - hundred thousandDid close their eyes foreverThe future not theirs Not to see the start Of a new United StatesWithout slavery And without these menWho slept in their early gravesSo much treasure gone They killed each otherWith ecstasies of hatredTornadoes of rage After the battles There are things worth fighting forWorthy of valor Two days at ShilohEarthly days to rival HellAmid peach blossoms Bereft of mercyLay carpets of the dyingTill tears turned to rain Shenandoah screamedFrom Sheridan's ruthless torchEmbers drenched in blood "Dead on the field"Such words to echo in airHeart-breaking Autumn The bloodiest dayAntietam's harvest of soulsAnd shamed victory Cold Harbor, cold heartChilled by time's swift, blunt slaughterBreath-taking carnage Guns with no bulletsCaused Chamberlain's fearful cry "Make it bad enoughTo make it over sooner"An orgy of death Bodies know the rageOf disease which is war tooFever took his son To anguish ShermanSo hated and belovedIn his pained madness What Lee said was true"We shall grow too fond of it"The glory of war The best it brings out"Good that it be terrible"Hate's lustful passion In the wildernessThe madness and the horrorWhere is glory then? It lies in knowing Whelan, Melissa M. “Civil War Haiku.” “Civil war haiku.com.” http://www.civilwarhaiku.com/ April. 20th 2010

  15. LyricsHero of Warby:Rise Against He said, “Son, Have you see the world?Well, what would you sayIf I said that you could?Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.”I said, “That sounds pretty good.” Black leather bootsSpit-shined so brightThey cut off my hair but it looked alrightWe marched and we sangWe all became friendsAs we learned how to fight A hero of warYeah that’s what I’ll beAnd when I come home They’ll be damn proud of meI’ll carry this flag To the grave if I mustBecause it’s flag that I love And a flag that I trust I kicked in the doorI yelled my commandsThe children, they criedBut I got my manWe took him awayA bag over his faceFrom his family and his friends They took off his clothes They pissed in his handsI told them to stopBut then I joined in We beat him with gunsAnd batons not just onceBut again and again  A hero of warYeah that’s what I’ll beAnd when I come home They’ll be damn proud of meI’ll carry this flag To the grave if I mustBecause it’s flag that I love And a flag that I trust She walked through bullets and hazeI asked her to stopI begged her to stayBut she pressed on So I lifted my gunAnd I fired away The shells jumped through the smokeAnd into the sand That the blood now had soakedShe collapsed with a flag in her handA flag white as snow A hero of war Is that what the seeJust medals and scarsSo damn proud of meAnd I brought home that flagNow it gathers dustBut it’s a flag that I loveIt’s the only flag I trust He said, “Son, have you seen the world? Well what would you say, if I said that you could?”  McIlrath, Tim. “ Hero of War” Appeal to Reason. DGC/Interscope, 2008. http://www.riseagainst.com/discography/detail.aspx?pid=1533

  16. Quatrain Conflict When I see the falling bombs Then I see defended homes. Men above and men below Die to save the good we know… Scott, F.R. “Conflict” Poets and Critics George Woodcock, ed. Toronto: Oxford University, 1974, 21.

  17. RondeauIn Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.  We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.  Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.  Dr. McCrae, John. “In Flanders Fields.” “love-poems.me.uk.” http://www.love-poems.me.uk/mccrae_in_flanders_fields_w_d.htmApril 22 2010

  18. SonnetThe Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven. Brooke, Rupert. “The Soldier.” “sonnets.org.” http://www.sonnets.org/wwi.htm#005 April 22 2010

  19. Anthology • Anonymous. “Can you take it?” “merkki.com.” http://www.merkki.com/poetry.htm April. 20th 2010 • Brooke, Rupert. “The Soldier.” “sonnets.org.” http://www.sonnets.org/wwi.htm#005 April 22 2010 • McIlrath, Tim. “ Hero of War” Appeal to Reason. DGC/Interscope, 2008. http://www.riseagainst.com/discography/detail.aspx?pid=1533 • Dr. McCrae, John. “In Flanders Fields.” “love-poems.me.uk.” http://www.love-poems.me.uk/mccrae_in_flanders_fields_w_d.htmApril 22 2010 • Reka, Marinela. “Soldiers.” “marinelareka.com.” http://marinelareka.com/?cat=498 April. 20th 2010 • Scott, F.R. “Conflict” Poets and Critics George Woodcock, ed. Toronto: Oxford University, 1974, 21. • Subritzky, Michael. “Air Assault.” “Angelfire.com.” http://www.angelfire.com/wa/warpoetry/Michael.html April. 20th 2010 • Unknown, Saud. “War.” “courses.missouristate.edu” http://courses.missouristate.edu/ShaeJohnson/CinquainPoetryInstrucandEx.htm April. 21, 2010 • Whelan, Melissa M. “Civil War Haiku.” “Civil war haiku.com.” http://www.civilwarhaiku.com/ April. 20th 2010 Pictures- Google Images