Ode to Spare
By, Anthony Freddes
Oh cap'n' my captain,
Thanks a whole heap,
For the courage you gave me'
The courage I'll keep.
This year was a blast,
In your poetry class.
You helped me bring out
"The Poet Inside of Me."
I learned how poetry,
Can become so bad.
And how even happy things,
When you think, become sad.
I know that some day,
I will look back.
And remember the guy,
That said "Do your own thing".
I can't thank you enough,
For this wonderful year.
But I dedicate this poem,
To you Mr. Spare
Ode to Spare
By, Anthony Freddes
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wonderful Book Intro
By, Anthony Freddes
This book is a book,
Like no other book.
In it are poems,
That all have a hook.
This book is full,
Of wonderful words.
None of which,
Are cut into thirds.
I can write and write,
About this book all day.
But that wont do it justice,
So sit back and enjoy,
My wonderful book of poetry!
Wonderful Book Intro
By, Anthony Freddes
By, Anthony Freddes
This book is a book,
Like no other book.
In it are poems,
That all have a hook.
This book is full,
Of wonderful words.
None of which,
Are cut into thirds.
I can write and write,
About this book all day.
But that wont do it justice,
So sit back and enjoy,
My wonderful book of poetry!
Wonderful Book Intro
By, Anthony Freddes
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Ragged Dick
Ragged Dick
By Horatio Alger
Washing the face and hands is usually considered proper in commencing the day, but Dick was above such refinement. He had no particular dislike to dirt, and did not think it necessary to remove several dark streaks on his face and hands. But in spite of his dirt and rags there was something about Dick that was attractive. It was easy to see that if he had been clean and well dressed he would have been decidedly good-looking. Some of his companions were sly, and their faces inspired distrust; but Dick had a frank, straight-forward manner that made him a favorite.
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Washing the face and hands is considered proper in every day life, but Dick was above such refinement. He did not show dislike to dirt, and did not think to remove dark streaks on his face and hands. But in spite of his dirt and rags there was something about Dick that was attractive. If he had been clean and well dressed he would have been attractive. Some of his companions were sly, and their faces inspired distrust; but Dick was straight-forward which him a favorite.
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
"What Hip Is"
Lemme show you what hip is
A lyrical genius doin my own thing
so that no one can rip this.
I know what to do
I came up from rags and rose to be the richest
Dont say nothin bout me
you dont know nothin bout the greatest in the game today
Im livin the fame and ignorin the haters.
So Imma show you what hip is,
Cuz you now rockin with the illest, the chillest,
matter of fact the realist "g" on the block
With these lyrics Ill knock the hands off your clock.
What is hip like a flip flopped paradox that makes sense
unlike a weak guy trying to box like a kangaroo, jack and the bean stalk
Jack the giant slayer, Im the air to the throne of the king of the world.
So now the end I just told you what hip is.
A lyrical genius doin my own thing
so that no one can rip this.
I know what to do
I came up from rags and rose to be the richest
Dont say nothin bout me
you dont know nothin bout the greatest in the game today
Im livin the fame and ignorin the haters.
So Imma show you what hip is,
Cuz you now rockin with the illest, the chillest,
matter of fact the realist "g" on the block
With these lyrics Ill knock the hands off your clock.
What is hip like a flip flopped paradox that makes sense
unlike a weak guy trying to box like a kangaroo, jack and the bean stalk
Jack the giant slayer, Im the air to the throne of the king of the world.
So now the end I just told you what hip is.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
The Art of Drawing by Anthony Freddes
Period 6
The art of drawing it starts with a sketch,
Then blooms into something much bigger.
A dog playing fetch, a kid playing catch,
No matter the image it begins with a sketch.
It might take awhile but be patient,
It will eventually come to be.
That masterpiece that sketch that once was,
Now is a beautiful and wonderful piece.
Lets not jump ahead though,
One step at a time.
After the sketch comes the vision of life,
Not your life but the life of your art.
This vision comes not from the mind,
It comes from the heart.
The vision is needed to complete that plain sketch,
Once you have it your ready to move on.
The process continues as you complete each step,
One after another, one by one.
Erasing, shading, smudging, restarting,
The typical frustrations when enhancing your sketch.
But don’t give up keep the vision in sight,
Because it eventually it pays off and your sketch is a drawing,
Your sketch is alive!
The art is not the sketch you create,
Its how you create it and bring it to life.
Period 6
The art of drawing it starts with a sketch,
Then blooms into something much bigger.
A dog playing fetch, a kid playing catch,
No matter the image it begins with a sketch.
It might take awhile but be patient,
It will eventually come to be.
That masterpiece that sketch that once was,
Now is a beautiful and wonderful piece.
Lets not jump ahead though,
One step at a time.
After the sketch comes the vision of life,
Not your life but the life of your art.
This vision comes not from the mind,
It comes from the heart.
The vision is needed to complete that plain sketch,
Once you have it your ready to move on.
The process continues as you complete each step,
One after another, one by one.
Erasing, shading, smudging, restarting,
The typical frustrations when enhancing your sketch.
But don’t give up keep the vision in sight,
Because it eventually it pays off and your sketch is a drawing,
Your sketch is alive!
The art is not the sketch you create,
Its how you create it and bring it to life.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Poetry is Random
Poetry is Random
Why do poems have to be so hard to write,
when all I want is that idea light.
When you need to be writing but nothing rings a bell,
you think of something random like your big garage sale.
You sit there and think and you dream and you dream and holy crap there's a clown.
There's one of those randoms that pops into your head,
even late at night while lying in bed.
Poetry's hard but never lose hope,
because the next thing you know you might write about soap.
Poetry is Random, by Anthony Freddes
Why do poems have to be so hard to write,
when all I want is that idea light.
When you need to be writing but nothing rings a bell,
you think of something random like your big garage sale.
You sit there and think and you dream and you dream and holy crap there's a clown.
There's one of those randoms that pops into your head,
even late at night while lying in bed.
Poetry's hard but never lose hope,
because the next thing you know you might write about soap.
Poetry is Random, by Anthony Freddes
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