The Match - Original Writing Drums beating, hearts racing, sweat dripping. Eleven men with their
countries hopes on their shoulders, one coach egging them on, one
manager with a nervous tick and four subs desperate to get a game, all
anticipating the next ninety minutes.
Tips and tactics came from the coach, demanding they win the game.
“This is the biggest game of your lives!”
And many would agree being the World Cup Final and all, but for one
player, number 5, Jamie Lloyd, there was something else worth
concentrating on.
He sat with his head in his hands, crucial advice washing over him, he
could hear voices but he wasn’t listening to a word. His head was
spinning, different things whizzed around his mind, and nothing made
Explore Armitage`s presentation of his relationship with his parents in the poems: Mother, any distance and My father thought Simon Armitage`s two poems are from a collection called Book of Matches
The following is a review of the book Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr: Their Lives, Their Times, Their Duel, by Anna Erskine Crouse and Russel Crouse. The authors depict Hamilton and Burr’s lives from childhood to the men who provided much influence in America and in its beginnings. In the reading, both men live separate lives although, unknowingly they run parallel with one another. Their hunger for education, military careers, and involvement with the government; all of which come to a clashing end known as the most famous duel in American history.
not scrape your back on the side of the rock face? I was superman, as
The Wolf Game - Original Writing During this exercise, I felt many different emotions. As I had been
Original Writing - The Conflict He could hardly see anything. It was dark, wet and the
My writing as a poet has been heavily influenced by writers like Langston Hughes, Nikki Giovanni, Alice Walker and Slam poets such as Black Thought and the Last Poets. These writers write and speak about the struggles and uniqueness of Black culture. Their individual experiences and political stances as well as the influences of other artist are evident in their work. For example in Giovanni’s poem “Revolutionary Music” she quotes some of the lyrics from Sam Cooke and James Brown to illustrate her personal views on racism and the equal rights movements. Hughes in his piece titled “Message to the President” skillfully incorporates the political events of his time into his poem using it to sardonically articulate his view on racial inequalities that were occurring in his time. Black Thought and the Last Poets utilize jazz and urban hip hop along with their idea of Black to relay their message.
Waiting for the Train - Original Writing I was sitting alone in Pearse Station waiting for a train one morning.
Four one thousand, five one thousand. My bones start to crack. I suddenly realized that I have been hit, and hit hard. I’m now lying on the ground thinking to myself “What happened?” I taste a thick substance and quickly realize that my lip was bleeding. Now I’m in so much pain, my bones ache as I start to get a headache. I hear a whistle and see my opponent standing over me. His sweat starts to drop down from his face to mine. I’m thinking to myself “What went wrong”? I feel the mud on my hands as I slowly start to come back to the rest of the world. I hear the crowd roar. What is going on? Who has won the game? Is it over? I turn my head a little to the left to see the scoreboard. They’ve won by one, and we’ve lost.
Intro: It’s 4 O’clock and it’s time for “The Beat Goes On” a program where I explore and dig through phenomenal pieces of poetry from present day to the past. (Part 2) Poetry is a verbal or visual representation of one’s inner thoughts of their surroundings and emotions. Utilising emotive language is what poets are able to motivate, inspire, reflect, empathise and evoke powerful emotions upon their readers. On today’s show, we will be analysing William Wordsworth’s poem “The world is too much with us” and The Black Eyed Pea’s song “Where is the love.” Both pieces adequately present their perspective on the corruption of men and their inhumane acts which is reflective of their time.
he was very angry and he did not want to let the person get away with
for the rest of my life. For I am a neglecter of the love that was in
I saw the bowl full of matches on the snack bar counter. My heart was racing and my head was pounding; I might as well have been stealing the crown jewels. Much to my surprise, getting the unholy packet of matches was easy. We soon had what we yearned for. We now headed for our ‘Cabin’.
The band were performing 'Local Boy In The Photograph', a song about a lad who had died, bringing tears to the faint hearted amongst the uplifting crowd. As the night progressed so did the noise level. The faint ringing in the back of my ears was only being kept below the pain barrier by some of the most wonderful pieces of music I'd ever heard. As the played out there penultimate song 'The Bartender And The Thief' Cables drum pattern breathed life into the song and momentum into the show and the song was, with all due respect, finally complimented with a huge applaud as lights quickly fluttered around the arena and shone brightly on the top of the roof where balloons dropped falling slowly the ground, where they were greeted with an ecstatic crowd as the band began to play there last song 'Hurry Up And Wait'.
gang. This was the first time I saw him so closely. His car was parked
The wood was enormous. It was dark and it was cold and I needed to get