An Interview with myself

(I love watching beauty channels on youtube and some of the beauty guru's did this tag a while back but I decided to do it now!)

1.Do you have any pets? 

Yes. An adorable dog named Theo and a fat cat named Tom Kitten. 

2. Name 3 things that are physically close to you. 

My charger, my backpack, and an electric piano. 

3. What's the weather like right now?

Overcast, cool

 4. Do you drive? If so have you crashed?

 No I do not drive.

 5. What time did you wake up this morning? 

I woke up about 8:00

6. When was the last time you showered?

Earlier today

 7. What was the last movie you saw? 

I've really only watched tv shows for a long time... so Once Upon a Time. 

8. What does your last text message say?

"Am I the only one having a lot of trouble with the math homework?" 

 9. What's your ringtone?

"Elation"

 10. Have you ever been to a different 

country? No

 11. Do you like sushi?

YES

 12. Where do you buy your groceries?

Sprouts, HEB, Target, Natural Grocer

 13. Have you ever taken medication to help you fall asleep faster?

No.

 14. How many siblings do you have?

6

15. Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?

Laptop! 

 16. How old will you be turning on your next birthday? 

     16. (in 16 days!)

17. Do you wear contacts or glasses? 

No.

18. Do you color your hair?

No, but I'm debating about it. 

 19. Tell me something you are planning to do today.

Homework

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 20. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday

21. What is your perfect pizza topping?

Pepperoni

 22. Which do you prefer-hamburgers or cheeseburgers?

Cheeseburgers

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 23. Have you ever had an all-nighter?

Unfortunately yes

24. What is your eye color?

It's like a really weird mix. It's like blue around the edge with grayish-green in the middle and brown flecks around the inside!

 25. Can you taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke?

Yes.

I tag anyone who wants to do this tag! And if you don't have a blog leave your answers in the comments.

Continued Story Part 2

Ana and her parents(her mom came in, too) stayed only long enough to say that they were moving back home. Home as in, back to our little town of Casington, Iowa. I was ecstatic when Mrs. Paseka told me they were moving right in to the house down the road. They quickly told me that Mr. Paseka had just showed up out of the blue about three weeks ago. Wow. And right before they walked out the door, Ana told me that she had been advanced up to level 10 in gymnastics, and that was the last level before elite, or "professional". "So I'll be traveling all around the world soon!", Ana whispered, because a customer came in, and we couldn't make to much noise. Then they had to leave because Ana had to get to practice back at her old gym. Seconds after they exited, my mom came from the back room. "Who were you talking to?", she asked.
"Mom, guess who came."
"Who?"
"The Paseka's."
"Ok, Ok. Tell me who it was!"
"No, Mom, really. It WAS the Paseka's! All three of them because the dad's been found!"
"Well, that's very interesting, sweetheart."
I sighed. That was the kind of person my mom was; never believing anything until she saw it. Oh, well. She would see soon.
                                                                               *
That night, I went with Alex to the gym, hoping to see Ana practicing. Yep, there she doing that amazing uneven bars routine of her's. As she swung into her dismount, I came a little closer to the edge of the mat. When she landed two double twisting flips in the air, I applauded lightly, making her land flat on her stomach.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?", I said as she quickly got up. "No big deal, really", she said."I probably would have fallen anyway. I just started working on that dismount."
"Ana", I said. "what happened with your father, anyway." Why did he go missing?"
"Well, she replied as we started walking towards the vault."It all started when my coach here decided to raise his tuition...

Continued Story day 1

                                                              The Gym By Night
                                                                               By Louisa
The bell in the front of the store jingled.
"Hello, welcome to Maybe Baby Clothes", I said, glancing around the store my mother owned to see how many other customers there were. Not many. "Hello", the man said in a thick accent, Russian, maybe? "I maybe need some clothes for my baby". I nodded, ignoring the old joke. "Right over here". as he browsed around, I thought about my best friend, Anastasia Paseka, who had moved to Romania five years ago. Ana, as we called her, was a gymnast, like my older sister Alex, and I hardly saw her anyway because she had practice twice a day for three hours each, and between practice, she had school. But we got together on weekends. Before they moved to Romania, Ana's father had gone missing, and he had never been found, as of two months ago when I got that occasional e-mail from Ana. A lot of people had just given up.                                                                           *

About an hour passed by and the man with the accent lingered in the maternity section. What does he want? I thought as as I watched him. He had thick blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes and would have been very handsome if he had not been so old. He was making me nervous, so I asked, "Can I help you find anything?
"No. Kerry, Don't you remember me?"
"Umm, no."
"How could you not?"
"I-, I began, but before I finish a giddy figure bounded through the front door, knocked over a lamp, stopped to pick it up and kept running. Then I remembered. I started screaming "Ana! Ana! and dancing around with delight. We reached each other at the same moment, and gave each other a big hug.
And then the realization hit me: This man was Ana's Father. To Be Continued.

Happy Holidays!

A little bit late, but again, Happy Holidays!
                                                              

Christmas season, Christmas day
Christmas list of Christmas wish, hey!
Christmas gifts under Christmas tree
Christmas feasts to be shared, it's free! 

Mary Louise Mann Gabumpa

voting feedback

Ok, so I'm aparently doing a continued story wich i'll start after xmas! Gotta Go!

Perfect Poems day 4

Hello!

I'm SO exited about christmas! I looooove christmas poetry! I already posted about "a visit from st nicholas", (twas the night before christmas) but there are other great xmas poems. Here's one of my faves, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

               Christmas Bells
     I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day
    Their old, familiar carols play,
        And wild and sweet
        The words repeat
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
    And thought how, as the day had come,
    The belfries of all Christendom
        Had rolled along
        The unbroken song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
    Till ringing, singing on its way,
    The world revolved from night to day,
        A voice, a chime,
        A chant sublime
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
    Then from each black, accursed mouth
    The cannon thundered in the South,
        And with the sound
        The carols drowned
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
    It was as if an earthquake rent
    The hearth-stones of a continent,
        And made forlorn
        The households born
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
    And in despair I bowed my head;
    "There is no peace on earth," I said;
        "For hate is strong,
        And mocks the song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"
    Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
    "God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
        The Wrong shall fail,
        The Right prevail,
    With peace on earth, good-will to men."

Perfect Poems Day 3

Hello!
This morning i'm dong Emily Dickinson.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst. Thought of as an eccentric by the locals, she became known for her penchant for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence.
While Dickinson was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly eighteen hundred poems were published during her lifetime. The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Dickinson's poems are unique for the era in which she wrote; they contain short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation. Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two recurring topics in letters to her friends.
Although most of her acquaintances were probably aware of Dickinson's writing, it was not until after her death in 1886—when Lavinia, Emily's younger sister, discovered her cache of poems—that the breadth of Dickinson's work became apparent. Her first collection of poetry was published in 1890 by personal acquaintances Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd, both of whom heavily edited the content. A complete and mostly unaltered collection of her poetry became available for the first time in 1955 when The Poems of Emily Dickinson was published by scholar Thomas H. Johnson. Despite unfavorable reviews and skepticism of her literary prowess during the late 19th and early 20th century, critics now consider Dickinson to be a major American poet

<sup>So that's Emily Dickinson. Here's one of my favorites of her poems:

                                                                                     A Book

                                                                        There is no frigate like a book
                                                                        To take us lands away,
                                                                        Nor any coursers like a page
                                                                        Of prancing poetry.
                                                                        This traverse may the poorest take
                                                                        Without oppress of toll;
                                                                        How frugal is the chariot
                                                                        That bears a human soul!</sup>

PLEASE VOTE!!!

Good Morning!

I thought about the continued story and I was like, this is supposed to be a poetry blog, so actually I Won't do it. So I am going to have people vote in the comments and you guys can decide. I'll come back Monday morning and count the votes. Even if you guys decide not to have it, I still might do it sometime:)

Story?

Good Morning again!
This time I'm going to do a continued story. I still like poetry waaaayyyyy better than story's, but I still love stories:) I won't post every day on this one because I'm  kinda busy during this season.I start tomorrow. Read More Poetry!!!!

Perfect Poems Day 2

Good Morning!

Today I'm going to show you how to write a haiku. I know I've mentioned this before, but haiku and senryu(which is similar to haiku) are my all-time favorite kinds of poetry!

The 1st rule of haiku is that haiku generally has some reference to nature and a season word. A season word is a word that gives reference to a season. It doesn't have to be a direct season, like "autumn came", you can do that, but I personally think it's more interesting if you write something like" red leaves drop". The 2nd rule is that the 1st line has to have 5 syllables, the 2nd line 7, the 3rd line 5. I think they're really interesting if you use them to capture a feeling, or image. So...

1. Decide on a subject
     This can be anything in nature that you think is interesting, but make sure it's in nature or it's not a haiku!

2. Think of a creative line about your subject and make sure it has 5 syllables. 
    Procede as so with the 2nd line being 7 syllables and the 3rd line, 5.

3. Read through it one more time and make sure you like it.
     IF you don't, rewrite it. Now Give Yourself a pat on the back. You've written a Haiku!
         
                                                    I shiver. 26 degrees.
                                                    Perfect freezing cold weather 
                                                    on this winter's day
                                                                              -Louisa(I live in TX, after all!)

Perfect Poems Day One

Here is what wikepedia has to say about haiku:

Haiku  is a very short form of Japanese poetry typically characterised by three qualities:

• The essence of haiku is "cutting" (kiru). This is often represented by the juxtaposition of two images or ideas and a kireji ("cutting word") between them, a kind of verbal punctuation mark which signals the moment of separation and colours the manner in which the juxtaposed elements are related.
• Traditional haiku consist of 17 on (also known as morae), in three phrases of 5, 7 and 5 on respectively. Any one of the three phrases may end with the kireji. Although haiku are often stated to have 17 syllables, this is inaccurate as syllables and on are not the same.
• A kigo (seasonal reference), usually drawn from a saijiki, an extensive but defined list of such words.

Modern Japanese haiku (現代俳句 gendai-haiku) are increasingly unlikely to follow the tradition of 17 on or to take nature as their subject, but the use of juxtaposition continues to be honoured in both traditional and modern haiku. There is a common, although relatively recent, perception that the images juxtaposed must be directly observed everyday objects or occurrences.
In Japanese, haiku are traditionally printed in a single vertical line while haiku in English often appear in three lines to parallel the three phrases of Japanese haiku.
Previously called hokku, haiku was given its current name by the Japanese writer Masaoka Shiki at the end of the 19th century.

Here is Basho Matsuo's Haiku...

Lightning flash—
what I thought were faces
are plumes of pampas grass.

Here's my Haiku...

Zebras run quickly
through the cool, yellow, grass
a gray cloud appears
- Louisa

Perfect (I hope:) Poems

Hi! I am going to do a blog series where each day I put a poem that I have written up, with a little information about the style of poetry. The first one I'm doing is Haiku, but I don't have time right now to do it. Happy Reading!!!!

Christmas Time is Here!

Good Morning!

So, Christmas is coming up and I love looking at Christmas poetry. The most famous Christmas poem ever is...                                                'Twas the night before Christmas.

This poem was written by Clement C. Moore. Clement was an American Professor of Oriental and Greek Literature. In his lifetime, he helped organize some churches was then made a professor of Biblical Learning at a seminary in New York."from 1840-1850, he was a board member of the New York Institution for the Blind at 34th Street and 9th Avenue"(Quoting the internet here!) He was NOT an abolitionist and owned slaves during his lifetime. He died in July, 1863. His poem, A visit from St Nicholas, was first written for children anonmously. Moore later claimed authorship for the poem, better known as 'Twas the night before Christmas.

     'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,                                                          
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Welcome

Hello! I'm Louisa. I love poetry, especially Haiku. I'm going to post all my favorite poetry and maybe some information about different poets. Also, I will also post my own poetry that I write.(I might do a story by me sometime).  I used to hate writing poetry. But now, I've grown to love it! The title of the blog is from a poem by Emily Dickinson. I'll leave you with part of it...

                                                               "... Here is a little forest,
                                                               Whose leaf is ever green;
                                                               Here is a Brighter Garden,
                                                               Where not a frost has been;
                                                                In its unfading flowers
                                                                I hear the bright bee hum;
                                                                Prithee, my brother,
                                                                Into my garden come!"