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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sam123</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497228167635284503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-566728309826680496</id><published>2007-05-07T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:04:56.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to</title><content type='html'>I want to start off my junior year fresh and get straight a’s and when I do get my report&lt;br /&gt;Card I want my parents to be excited and as a reward I want them to buy me a car&lt;br /&gt;And when I start falling off and slacking on my work I want them to take my car away and only let me drive it to the corner store I want me and my boyfriend to still be’together and I want him to purpose to me at school in front of his jealous ex girlfriend and I want&lt;br /&gt;Her to bust into tears as she sees him slip the huge diamond ring on my finger I want to be able to pass my junior year and make it to my senior year and I want to be able to make it to graduation and walk the stage with my class mates and I want everybody to take pictures of me while I hold up my diploma high in the air and get all the people who doubted me mad I want to go to collage for cosmetology and I want a famous model to see my make up work and choose me as her make up artist I want to be able to travel to new york  and have other models see my work that way I can make it big and get pais big bucks then I want to come back home to my fiancé then I want to take a break and still go to school here for cosmetology I want me and my boyfriend to have a lil boy and name him Jacob and when Jacob is born I want the doctor to hand me and my finance&lt;br /&gt;Jacob so we can take a good look at him and fight over who he looks like then I want&lt;br /&gt;To move in with my fiancé and his parents and I want to go back to my skinny self and not gain no weight after giving birth then I want  to be a stay at home mom and play with Jacob all the time then I want Jacob to fall and scrape his knee and run as fast as I can and pick him up and hold him and tell him everything is going to be okay then I want&lt;br /&gt;To have a big wedding and have my friends from high school there and then I want&lt;br /&gt;To go to paris for my honey moon and have my best friend take care of Jacob while where gone then I want me and joseph to have a good time on our honey moon&lt;br /&gt;Then on our way back home at the airport we lose one of our bags then&lt;br /&gt;We have to stay in paris for another week which we would have an excuse to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-566728309826680496?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/feeds/566728309826680496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34405764&amp;postID=566728309826680496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/566728309826680496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/566728309826680496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-to.html' title='i want to'/><author><name>sam123</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497228167635284503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-643793587684293772</id><published>2007-04-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:40:13.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to start off my junior year fresh and get straight a’s and when I do get my report&lt;br /&gt;Card I want my parents to be excited and as a reward I want them to buy me a car&lt;br /&gt;And when I start falling off and slacking on my work I want them to take my car away and only let me drive it to the corner store I want me and my boyfriend to still be’together and I want him to purpose to me at school in front of his jealous ex girlfriend and I want&lt;br /&gt;Her to bust into tears as she sees him slip the huge diamond ring on my finger I want to be able to pass my junior year and make it to my senior year and I want to be able to make it to graduation and walk the stage with my class mates and I want everybody to take pictures of me while I hold up my diploma high in the air and get all the people who doubted me mad I want to go to collage for cosmetology and I want a famous model to see my make up work and choose me as her make up artist I want to be able to travel to new york  and have other models see my work that way I can make it big and get pais big bucks then I want to come back home to my fiancé then I want to take a break and still go to school here for cosmetology I want me and my boyfriend to have a lil boy and name him Jacob and when Jacob is born I want the doctor to hand me and my finance&lt;br /&gt;Jacob so we can take a good look at him and fight over who he looks like then I want&lt;br /&gt;To move in with my fiancé and his parents and I want to go back to my skinny self and not gain no weight after giving birth then I want  to be a stay at home mom and play with Jacob all the time then I want Jacob to fall and scrape his knee and run as fast as I can and pick him up and hold him and tell him everything is going to be okay then I want&lt;br /&gt;To have a big wedding and have my friends from high school there and then I want&lt;br /&gt;To go to paris for my honey moon and have my best friend take care of Jacob while where gone then I want me and joseph to have a good time on our honey moon&lt;br /&gt;Then on our way back home at the airport we lose one of our bags then&lt;br /&gt;We have to stay in paris for another week which we would have an excuse to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-643793587684293772?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-117578779477737806</id><published>2007-04-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:43:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now &amp; then</title><content type='html'>i want to start passing all my classes and i want to do good and show my parents that im&lt;br /&gt;not being bad and that im not going to give up on doing good.then i want to pass and go to the next grade then be able to graduate and get my diploma and walk the stage with my fellow classmates then i want to go to a collage and learn more things about photography and then be a perfesonal photographer . and get married to the one i love and have a lil boy and we'll name him jacob and then we'll grow old together and then by that time ill be ritch and retired then my son wil have kids and his kids will have kids then ill be old and wrinklely&lt;div 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then'/><author><name>sam123</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497228167635284503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-117552775720496265</id><published>2007-04-02T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:29:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>august 17 2006</title><content type='html'>one morning on august 17 2006 i woke up and had a feeling that today at school&lt;br /&gt;was going to be a good day but then i was nervous because i had been talking&lt;br /&gt;to this boy named joseph and hes a really good guy to talk to and he'll listen so i&lt;br /&gt;was nervous because i dident know if we would ever get to be together i kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;this wasent going to work out so i put the stress behind me and i got dressed fixed&lt;br /&gt;up my hair and ate breakfeast and did what i had to do then my mom drove me to school&lt;br /&gt;and right when i got out her car i kept having this nervously feeling in my stomach that&lt;br /&gt;something weird was going to happen but i kept acting like it was nothing. so tha day went by and it was time for lunch so me and my friends lyssa and elena were hangin out with joseph&lt;br /&gt;and his friends josh and jose so we were acting like how most teens would but then it was time for lunch to be over then while i was going to class me and joseph were walking then i notice&lt;br /&gt;the weird feeling i was having went away so i was guessing it wasent nothing that it was all&lt;br /&gt;in my head but then joseph pulled me to the side and said he wanted to talk to&lt;br /&gt;me so i was like yeah wat is it and he said "will you be my girlfriend" which i thaught was sweet&lt;br /&gt;cause most guys say "will you go out with me" so i was shy and blushing and i said of course and he leaned over and kissed me on my cheek and ever since that day august 17 2006 weve been together and its april 2007 were going on 8months hes really th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-117552775720496265?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/feeds/117552775720496265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34405764&amp;postID=117552775720496265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/117552775720496265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/117552775720496265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/2007/04/august-17-2006.html' title='august 17 2006'/><author><name>sam123</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497228167635284503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-117509569003821632</id><published>2007-03-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:28:10.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cleopatra</title><content type='html'>cleopstra thea philopator was the third daughter of then king ptolemy xII aultetes&lt;br /&gt;she was probaly born to her father's sister making her third in line to rule after her two other sisters died little known about cleopatra is childhood but she would have observed the&lt;br /&gt;disordered events and loss of public affection for the ptoleaic dynasty under&lt;br /&gt;the reign of her father it is said that her father survived two assasinations attempts when a servant found a deadly puff adder in his bed ...later on those years her father died in march 51 b.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-117509569003821632?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/feeds/117509569003821632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34405764&amp;postID=117509569003821632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/117509569003821632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/117509569003821632'/><link rel='alternate' 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BALLROOM NIGHT TIME IN ENGLANDamelia walks into the ballroom which had golden&lt;br /&gt;Doors and chandalers with crystal lights hanging threw out the room she saw her mother standing next to her fieance&lt;br /&gt;who was standing next to a big ice scuplture which was surrounded by roses and all kinds of delicous food. amelia walked to her mother and slightly pulled her aside to talk to her.amelia took her mother into a room which was by the entrance of the ballroom .amelia closed the doors                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  AMELIA&lt;br /&gt;    may i ask why are you here with timothy                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA&lt;br /&gt; we were just talking about your wedding plans                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AMELIA         &lt;br /&gt; theres no wedding mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; timothy stands by the door and knocks&lt;br /&gt;quickly amelia stops talking and angela opens&lt;br /&gt;the door.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TIMOTHY   &lt;br /&gt; the dinner is about to start&lt;br /&gt;hi amelia how are you doing today          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AMELIA            &lt;br /&gt; im doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia walks out and walks towards the dinner table&lt;br /&gt;timothy walks into the room with angela and talks to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TIMOTHY&lt;br /&gt;angela I think im going to do it im going to pop the question to amelia                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;Yes I think shes ready for that ill make a toast&lt;br /&gt;Ill ask you to stand up to make the anouncmeant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy and angela walk out the room and walk over to the dinner table and timothy sits next to amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mintues go by and angela stands up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;I would like to make a toast everyone&lt;br /&gt; Im thankful for yall being here today&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful food and wonderful people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Timothy stands up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   TIMOTHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            May I make an anouncement&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;             Angela sits back down&lt;br /&gt;       Timothy stands up and faces amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TIMOTHY&lt;br /&gt;    Amelia my love your everything to me&lt;br /&gt;    I just wanted to say that and also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy gets down on one knee and takes a ring out his pocket and looks up at amelia and grabs her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TIMOTHY&lt;br /&gt;      Amelia my love would you marry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Amelia sits silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   TIMOTHY&lt;br /&gt;                Well yes or no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    AMELIA&lt;br /&gt;                      No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TIMOTHY&lt;br /&gt;              I beg your pardon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    AMELIA&lt;br /&gt;You heard me I said no I will not be your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the ballroom doors open widely and&lt;br /&gt;A man stands at the door and amelia stands up and walks towards him and holds his hand and amelia speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    AMELIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the reason why I said no to you timothy im already                 somebody elses fiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Timothy stands up and speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   TIMOTHY&lt;br /&gt;      You shouldn’t be with such a coward&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Julian amelia’s fiance walks up to timothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   JULIAN&lt;br /&gt;Oh so now im a coward ill challenge you to a car race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Timothy thinks for a minute&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                  TIMOTHY&lt;br /&gt;              Alright your on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Julian and timothy run outside and go to&lt;br /&gt;               There cars and amelia kisses julian all of a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-117069401941668143?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/feeds/117069401941668143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34405764&amp;postID=117069401941668143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/117069401941668143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/117069401941668143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/2007/02/int.html' title=''/><author><name>sam123</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497228167635284503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-116853366392702873</id><published>2007-01-11T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:41:03.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the film</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Writing the Short Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the rule of thumb for the length of&lt;br /&gt; a movie/ number of pages of the script?&lt;br /&gt;What are the major ways that short films&lt;br /&gt;differ from feature films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(The rule of thumb is that one page equals one minute of screen time). The short screenplay, on the other hand, can be as short as one minute, or as long as forty. Short films also take many shapes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Conceiving Our Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the "Dramatic Moment" in the film?&lt;br /&gt;What are the major conflicts/ questions in "Because of Mama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Papa, papa, why do you drink?" And his father slurringly answers, "Because of Mama."&lt;br /&gt;    This moment is undeniably dramatic. We knew that in unpacking it we would find all the elements necessary to creating a short film.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Determining the Structure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer claims that for a short screenplay "a good story needs to have an archetypal storyline and a big idea." Why does he state this, and do you agree?Read the Step Outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Discovering/Crafting Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is exposition, and&lt;br /&gt;how did the writers decide to handle it in the example they give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Writing Scenes. Beginnings, Middles, Ends / Tips for Writing Engaging Scenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read carefully - you will be writing scenes.What are the three things you read in these sections that you found the most interesting/ helpful and that you will implement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-116853366392702873?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/feeds/116853366392702873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34405764&amp;postID=116853366392702873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/116853366392702873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/116853366392702873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/2007/01/film.html' title='the film'/><author><name>sam123</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497228167635284503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-116602826742438213</id><published>2006-12-13T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:44:27.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hings are always good when im with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;umors can never break what we got and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tter&lt;/span&gt; the words i love you softly and i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;verything is going to be okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;st in love is what we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;thers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; will never know how much i love you its like im in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nture in ah forest all alone when im not with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;erything happens for a reason i wonder whats the reason i love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I   - Influencing the minds ofN  - New generation of peopleD   - Destined to lead the worldI     - into a new worldA   - And N  - Negotiate life’s E   - Eternal puzzle and twistsS   - Satisfying the quest forT   - Truth&lt;br /&gt;Not a great one but the best I could come up on the spur of the moment. Acrostic may or may not rhyme. Rhyming and meter don’t form part of the form of acrostic but both many be used to facilitate easy reading and complicate the form a little more to add challenge to the writer.&lt;br /&gt;Simply writing an acrostic forming words that begin with the required letter are a good start but don’t make excellent reading. As you get more and more comfortable within the form, start telling a story within the confines of the form, incorporate a little humor. The first example of acrostic I provided using my name is where you start but it is dry boring and not likely to win any praises. You can find a huge wealth of acrostics in the internet, read them to get an idea of the magic you can create with acrostics. Come on try it, it is simple and can be practiced on that train or bus ride to work when we don’t have anything better to do than look out the window. It also reeves up your mind for the day ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-116602826742438213?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/feeds/116602826742438213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34405764&amp;postID=116602826742438213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/116602826742438213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/116602826742438213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/2006/12/true-love.html' title='true love'/><author><name>sam123</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497228167635284503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-116498885180721977</id><published>2006-12-01T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:00:51.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sonnet</title><content type='html'>A Sonnet is a poem consisting of 14 lines (iambic pentameter) with a particular rhyming scheme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of a rhyming scheme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1) abab cdcd efef gg&lt;br /&gt;#2) abba cddc effe gg&lt;br /&gt;#3) abba abba cdcd cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Shakespearean (English) sonnet has three quatrains and a couplet, and rhymes abab cdcd efef gg.&lt;br /&gt;An Italian sonnet is composed of an octave, rhyming abbaabba, and a sestet, rhyming&lt;br /&gt;cdecde or cdcdcd, or in some variant pattern, but with no closing couplet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, English and Italian Sonnets have 10 syllables per line, but Italian Sonnets can also have&lt;br /&gt;11 syllables per line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French sonnets follow in this same pattern, but normally have 12 syllables per line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonnet of Demeter--Italian Sonnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the pirate stars, they have no mercy!&lt;br /&gt;Masquerading as hope they tell their lies;&lt;br /&gt;Only the young can hear their lullabies.&lt;br /&gt;But I am barren and I am thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Since she has gone. No hope is there for me.&lt;br /&gt;I will roam and curse this earth and these skies--&lt;br /&gt;Death from life which Zeus sovereign denies.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's ill shall the whole world's illness be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till she is returned-- my daughter, my blood--&lt;br /&gt;From the dark hand of Hades to my care.&lt;br /&gt;With my tears these mortals shall know a flood&lt;br /&gt;To show Poseidon's realm desert and bare.&lt;br /&gt;No myrtle shall flower, no cypress bud&lt;br /&gt;Till the gods release her...and my despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poem:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-116498885180721977?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/feeds/116498885180721977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34405764&amp;postID=116498885180721977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/116498885180721977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/116498885180721977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/2006/12/sonnet.html' title='sonnet'/><author><name>sam123</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497228167635284503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-116490478714057106</id><published>2006-11-30T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T07:57:05.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ghazal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that preceedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name... The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Aged Pines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid lush fern carpet stand perpending pillars;&lt;br /&gt;Into broad canopy rise impending pillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shady gloom in quiet calm hangs perpetual&lt;br /&gt;Neath enshrouding shelter of attending pillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringlets firm encircle hearts of antiquity,&lt;br /&gt;Deeply shielded within great suspending pillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than stately; more than magnificently made,&lt;br /&gt;High up into heavens reach transcending pillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among elder giants Zahhar walks astonished,&lt;br /&gt;His heart held uplifted by extending pillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2006 Erin Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Poem:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-116490478714057106?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/feeds/116490478714057106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34405764&amp;postID=116490478714057106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/116490478714057106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34405764/posts/default/116490478714057106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/2006/11/ghazal-ghazal-is-poem-that-is-made-up.html' title=''/><author><name>sam123</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497228167635284503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-116058135965122305</id><published>2006-10-11T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:03:46.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>the time i spent wondering if he was mine was a waste of time i knew from the start he could and should of been the one i loved but except being mine he fell for her and loved her.i knew i could change the way i act&lt;br /&gt;things turned to good and bad in a matter of seconds but in a matter of time i lost him for good and that our love was blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-116058135965122305?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m134/SAMMIE48/untitled.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34405764.post-115824864628928786</id><published>2006-09-14T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:12:10.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bluryness</title><content type='html'>my eyes se nothing but blurriness.my heaf is hurting like&lt;br /&gt;something is worrying me. my heart beat races faster and faster by every minute&lt;br /&gt;things seem to be going in a daze its all in my head thats what people say but silence is all&lt;br /&gt;i hear i fall and try n crawl but i cant move there trying to calMN me down but i am not still i shake and cry wanting help on wondering why this is happening to me but noone can explain why things happen to them maybe its a reason maybe its a gift maybe its a cure but why should&lt;br /&gt;people have to go threw this i was hAPpy or was i not but since that day i had my last anxiety attack i do not feel the same i feel alone and insane or em i not i always wonder why all of&lt;br /&gt;a sudden i felt so stranded and so helpless but i am 15 and since i was 14 i felt this way only&lt;br /&gt;if this pain would go away maybe i would have my life back and have fun without something&lt;br /&gt;happening to me but for now i am and since i was 14 i felt this way only if this pain would&lt;br /&gt;go away maybe i would have my life back and have fun without something happening to me&lt;br /&gt;but for now i am alright and i dont feel as helpless as i used to be now i see i got my familly and friends to always be there beside me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34405764-115824864628928786?l=123sam-sam123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123sam-sam123.blogspot.com/feeds/115824864628928786/comments/default' title='Post 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