Test Prep #2

Similes, Metaphors, and Oxymorons

A simile is A figure of speech involving the comparison of one thing with another thing of a different kind

A metaphor is A figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action to which it is not literally applicable.

An oxymoron is a figure of speech in which apparently contradictory terms appear in conjunction

The above clip is from the movie Renaissance Man starring Danny DeVito. I absolutely love this movie and this scene and it works well to describe similes, metaphors, and oxymorons :) Most of us should already know these terms pretty well but just in case you don't, this video might help!

What type of figurative language is used in the movie title Little Big League?

1. Hyperbole
2. Oxymoron
3. Simile
4. Metaphor

The "Sun was like a large ball of butter" is an example of what literary technique? Personification Simile Oxymoron Paradox The darkness was a blanket that both smothered and comforted. Simile Personification Irony Metaphor

Test Prep

Hyperbole

Exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally.

Which of the following is the best example of hyperbole?

1. The sky is as blue as a robin's egg.
2. I am freezing to death.
3. The daffodils dance in the breeze.
4. She runs like a gazelle.

"I have died every day waiting for you, darling don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more," is an example of:

1. metaphor
2. hyperbole
3. personification
4. simile

Howl Imitation

I see a generation of critics lacking common sense

A generation that thrives on judging to perfection and ignoring the exceptional

An artist lip syncs for the inauguration out of respect that the day is for the president and not her

Critics and fans call her a fake and question her ability to sing until proven

I see a generation that fails to consider another person’s views or feelings

Shouts of opinions and no rest given until the other concedes to being wrong

A generation that bullies when they are supposedly threatened

Threatened by ways of life that don’t impact their own but no other way is allowed

I see a generation that kills the hopes of the dreamer just because their idea is not “in”

A generation that claims to be independent but wastes dollars and time to be accepted as the same as those around them

The latest fashions, the newest songs, the coolest dance moves, the most recent social network, party trends, diets, alcohol schemes

So much effort to wonder why nobody sees your uniqueness and beauty when it is hidden behind layer after layer of makeup and false masks of personality

I see a generation that is confused and lacking of the impeccable and the sincere

Horses

Grazing nonchalantly in green pastures
Presence of calm and understanding made flesh

Thirteen Ways

Thirteen Ways of Looking at Water

I.
 My fingers dance in the water
Flowing from the faucet
A gentle rush, not too cold and not too hot.

II.
Hands come together
Cupped tight to keep the water in
A tickling trickle down my wrists
An overflow of fresh.

III.
Quickly splashing up
Before it runs out dry
Not so graceful as a Neutrogena commercial
But enough.

IV.
Day old makeup running rampant on water trails
Down my face and down the drain
The day's stress is washing off
A new mask ready to be painted revealed

V.
Bubbles and whistles sound
Water dancing in a tea pot close by
Jumping excitedly.

VI.
A tea bag ready to steep
Ready to darken and spice
A sigh of relief made tangible in a mug.

VII.
A deep breath of liquid air
The steam dancing upward to skin so bare.

VIII.
A light breeze blows
There's rain on the air
The musty yet clean smell engulfing my senses

IX.
Sitting on a swing
Toes tickling the waves
Lapping up onto the sand still warm from the day's sun.
Ebbing and flowing
Caressing the Earth to sleep.

X.
The pulse of the lake
Beating in time with the heart.

XI.
Body, mind, and soul
Calmed inside and out
Refreshed, renewed, and spiced with life.

XII.
This lake has your tears
Water droplets always finding a way to get
Back to each other.

XIII
Water holds your joys and secrets
And calms the body, mind, and soul.

Unexpected Ode

Ode to Moving 

Calmly breathing

Standing still

Gazing upon possessions

So much stuff

So much junk

Where has this all come from?

Memories lying out

On the floor

Waiting to be picked

To move on to

A new life

Throw away the sad

Wrap up the happy

Hold them close to the heart

Smiling and

Laughing

Remembering

Cherishing

And knowing that

Better times are ahead

It’s time to explore

It’s adventure time

To get perfectly lost

To discover and be amazed

At this beautiful world

Waiting to be seen

Through your eyes

Places waiting for you

To be anonymous in

A brand new place

I pack up my memories

I pack up my car

Hurt gone from my heart

It’s time

To begin again.

Litany

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You are the chocolate muffin top and the caramel mocha

The mossy oak sweater and the cowgirl boots

You are the bonfire and the Everclear

You are the muddy tires stuck in the bogs

and the laughter ringing in the air as we wait

However you are not the satin dress or lace gloves

And you are certainly not the sparkling diamond

There is just no way that you are the sparkling diamond

It is possible that you are the pearl

Maybe even the ruby

But you are not even close to being the sparkling diamond

And a quick look in the mirror will show that you are neither the rodeo queen 

nor a little girl hiding in the corner

It might interest you to know

Speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world

That I am the daisies along the horse trail

I also happen to be the reins on your horse’s bridle

The shadow keeping close watch

And the light ahead to keep you moving forward

I am also the wind carrying your dreams to meet with determination

And the instigator to make you want more in life

But don’t worry, I’m not the chocolate muffin top and the mocha

You will always be the chocolate muffin top and the mocha

Not to mention the mossy oak sweater and the cowgirl boots