ACTIVITY: Write a Recipe

A Recipe to Impress Society

• 1 cup of shame
• 5 cups pf conservative
• 2 spoons of blame
• 1 cup of prerogative
• 2 tablespoons of "wasta" واسطه
• 1 cup of idealism
• no cups of realism

To be Successful

First, I work my hardest.

Then suffer the most.

Never sleep, eat, or breathe

Listen to people laugh and have fun.

Sit alone every night dreaming of what I want to become.

I lose it all and then one day I wake up.

And all my successes come alive.

I stare at my reflection and cry.

These are the steps to become successful.

This time for all the happiness I have stopped myself from having and all the success I worked for.

To be successful you must always be contempt with whatever pain you live through.

Because success requires some form of loss.

Recipe for anger

1. 2 cups of finely sifted resentment
2. 100 grams of misdirection
3. 2 clenched fists
4. 1 person feeling mistreated
5. a small pinch of isolation
6. 2 ounces of bottled up emotion
7. 1/2 cup of refined disappointment

For the filling:

1. 150 grams of stirred grudges
2. 5 grams of pure sadness 
3. 1 drop of fear extract

how to make you rainbow

freshen the air with the aroma of apples
put a bird in it
the voice of Maya Angelou
a cloud
trick-or-treaters
a special occasion
sushi rolls
swirl buttercream frosting
ruby sharks
crystals
inner peace
fire
pom-poms
a gust of gorgeous uplift

ACTIVITY: Write about Yellow

A Saffron Slice

One yellow sun, shining from the sky,

screaming your name,

one massive bright light.

Your purity, personality

and your eloquent smile.

I symbolize you as the sun in my life.

In your house, a yellow wall, a yellow rug

a yellow pancake; a saffron slice.

Warm as the sun,

and as bright as your are.

You are no longer alive,

but a yellow bright thought 

still crosses my mind,

when I bite on a pancake

your bright smile, I find.

between orange & green on the spectrum

between orange & green on the spectrum
a primary color                    to cry out
sunlight                    gold                 

traditionally made from arsenic or cow urine                   
a cave in France depicts a painting of a yellow horse
purple is a complementary color

men were always shown with brown faces
dominated by glowing clouds
it makes you different from every other human

a yellow room feels warmer
the exact origin is unknown
dazzling

Theme: yellow

So, yellow is the new blue

A bird without a cage 

Once came and then flew

Away 

Back behind bars

Still trembling with his birdly yellowness

That missed me by a fearful inch 

When I reached out to him with a seed 

In the palm of my hand

Yellow 

Is the only memory I have of him

How did I like you, Yellow

You were 

A burst of ancient resin washed up on the seashore

After a storm

Not a warning sign but a promise

Now a broken necklace

Scattered in invisible places 

Yellow

Is the only memory I have of it

Did you ever suit me, Yellow

Maybe the shade wasn't right

Or my skin too pale

Maybe I didn't try hard enough

Or enough 

When I'm done not trying  

I shall wear yellow

To remember

To find

To yell

YE

S

 

a walk in the neighborhood

yellow light washing the streets
neon suns trapped in glass
lending warmth to the cold concrete
making way for me pass
I wander stray at the pace of my feet
wondering if the night will last
all those bulbs of fragile beams
housing hours of a darker past
amusing windows while blinding me
shapeless waves of a yellow cast
memories of euphoric colors
but only sour stays alas

ACTIVITY: Found Poem with Anaphora

Write something in which:
- each line begins with "In the end"; and
- complete each line by taking words from the first lines of random books from the shelves of the ABP Library.

In the end among the pleasures.

In the end, jazz has been my passport.
In the end, all of us have taken various types.
In the end, every book begins with dissatisfaction.
In the end that changed the world.
In the end, the crowded red double-decker bus inched its way...
In the end, without the new media.
In the end, who were among the earliest?
In the end, there are by now many.
In the end, my part in this book.
In the end, intricate designs created from many gleaming pieces.
In the end, all we can do is gaze in wonderment.
In the end  in the faraway land.
In the end, if you are beginning.
In the end it grew too big.
In the end too unexpected.
In the end on a spring day.

In the End You & I

In the End You & I

In the end we are told

In the end new is risky

In the end I admit

In the end I know not why, I'm so sad

In the end there appeared

In the end there she is

In the end impossible to define

In the end I have learned

In the end almost wonderful

In the end I met my future

In The End

In The End A hundred years went by.

In The End I stopped to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

In The End the silence was louder.

In The End I know it when I feel it.

In The End whimsical plots and dark possibilities fascinate.

In The End new conditions bring forth new problems and demand new solutions.

In The End the drought of March hath perced to the roote.

In The End the accident.

In The End another galaxy, another time.

In The End it was a snowy February night.

I wasn't born yet

in the end you are invited to a feast of stories
in the end the island is sinking
in the end for the most wild
in the end I write this in my own hands
in the end the alpha and the omega
in the end are vital places
in the end the day began before sunrise
in the end the suns burned down out of the cloudless sky
in the end the twin moons cast a shadows of blood
in the end of the afternoon rush
in the end a lonely business
in the end there have been many gifts
in the end is the truth
in the end the trouble comes close
in the end a simple separate person
in the end I wasn't born yet

In the end

In the end, it will be another galaxy, another time

In the end, she will hide her gold tresses

In the end, she will sit like a trophy of war, as neat as an obedient child

In the end, her focus will be on the forces causing her to live in prison for many years

In the end, it is a truth universally acknowledged that feminism and religion are academic subjects

In the end, they say when trouble comes, close ranks, marching down the road

In the end, silence and even speaking the word seems to violate its meaning

In the end, what I am is a mystery.