Poem: Creative
Badly writen MI poem
My Call? Language
a beast beautiful and toothy
capable of grace
capable of delicious evil
I tame that beast
I shape it
that is my talent
My Call? itrapersonal
reflective
like a pool
deep and still
I know thyself
I shape myself
that is my talent
My Call? Interpersonal
outgoing
be it group or diad
this is where I shine
knowing the motivation of others
I dive in the conversation
I shape the conversation
that is my talent
on a blog, we all shine
on a blog I can use language
crafting and mastering prose
on a blog I can be reflective
searching my mind answering deep questions
on a blog I can be outgoing
joining the community making my voice heard
on a blog I can shine.
My Call? Language
a beast beautiful and toothy
capable of grace
capable of delicious evil
I tame that beast
I shape it
that is my talent
My Call? itrapersonal
reflective
like a pool
deep and still
I know thyself
I shape myself
that is my talent
My Call? Interpersonal
outgoing
be it group or diad
this is where I shine
knowing the motivation of others
I dive in the conversation
I shape the conversation
that is my talent
on a blog, we all shine
on a blog I can use language
crafting and mastering prose
on a blog I can be reflective
searching my mind answering deep questions
on a blog I can be outgoing
joining the community making my voice heard
on a blog I can shine.
posted by Mr. Pardue at
8:32 PM
1 Comments:
This poem is terrible. I can only hope, for the sake of humanity that you are the only person that ever has to read it.
The article I mentioned in my advertisement section alluded to the fact that many students with different personalities were able to use the blogs in different ways. The author noted that reflective students were being reflective and social students were commenting on everyone’s blogs. this lead me to the conclusion that, besides having a strong foot hold in behavioral psychology, blogging also utilizes elements of multiple intelligence theory. I researched the topic further and found that it best fits with these three intelligences.
Please, tell no one of the poem.
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