8 Stanza Poem


It’s just one big black ball and all you do is kick,
Just hit the ball and expect a to get a pic.
And when you get tackled you just become unsturdy.
When you slide on the floor you just get yourself dirty,

So when you shoot, you always score,
After all, people only play so they don’t become poor.
They get paid a ridiculous amount of money,
And when they miss it’s just so so very funny.

Now its a free kick and they do such a dumb run up,
Then when they finally take the shot it’s just one big mess up.
Its like if someone like Ronaldo and he misses a shot,
None of them say that it was just one big flop.

Now its a keepers mind them thinking they’ve saved it,
But what they’ve only gone and done is miss the easiest bit.                                                                                                                       So when they kick it it’s somehow miles away,
Then when they get it back they have a massive price to pay.

It’s now the striker like Gary Birtles,
And when he’s on the ball it’s just a daylight crises,
So when he gets the ball he just goes and dismisses it.

Now it’s the defender like Taro Silva,
He’ll barge you out the way the you’ll say I shouldana.
He’ll just dent your arm and push you away.

You get those fast players who are not always good,
They only score sweaty goals and were born int the hood.
But other players are just speed demands.

When they header how don’t they hurt their heads?
Because the ball is rock solid,
And their heads always look like they’ve just been polished.

My Story

The Alleyway

It was one bright day with people strolling to the kirk. I spake to my mum and asked why is everyone so moody. She quoth saying I do not ken. There had to be a problem. Once the church service hath finished I asked the priest if he noticed everyone’s downfall of happiness. He quoted, “Yes I did. I thought that I was the only one who realised”. When I left the church everyone went into the exact same alleyway. I decided not to follow incase something bad happened. A week has passed and everyone is back to normal on the lovely Sunday morning. When I was starting to think that everyone was fine, they went back to being moody. They were just moody like usual. After the service, they all went to the same place as last week. This time I knew that it was always right to follow them into the alleyway. I made sure that I keep a fairly long distance away from them. They all then turned a corner in dead silence in a line…                   Another week has passed and I know wait for the service to finish. This time during the service, none of the usual people were there. A new group of moody people joined. I did the same as last week. I followed them into the same alleyway and this time went all the way round the corner. This was a big mistake. A huge figure was killing the moody ones. When I came running back to my mum she asked why are you sweating. I said to her you have to see this. Straight away she asked why is there a massive shadow behind that corner. Twas too late, by the time we got there, there were just a pile of dead bodies laying down one on top of the other. The massive hooded figure said “Your next”. I was probably more scared than my mum because I was the one being targeted. We both ran round the corner and never went there again until one day. It was the brightest Sunday I have ever seen the sun was out and blue skies. The weather  channel forecasted to be hottest Sunday of the year. Although that day was the hottest i have ever experienced, I felt like the most dismalled boy alive. So that Sunday I was strolling away from my house to church. During the church service i felt really sad. It was until the device had finished when i felt attracted to darkness. There was this lovely strange alleyway that was nice and dark so walked through it. I looked back and saw a huge line behind me with my mum right behind. I was the first to see the giant axe. I stepped forward. I couldn’t control myself. It was only a few more seconds until the enormous axe was lifted above me and…  That was the end of my fun and games.

20 unusual words

  1. Quoth – Said (used only in first and third person singular before the subject).
  2. Spake – (Old English)  past of speak.
  3. Kirk –  A Scottish word meaning a church, or more specifically, the Church of Scotland. Many place names and personal names are derived from it.
  4. Mast – A tall upright post, spar, or other structure on a ship or boat, in sailing vessels generally carrying a sail or sails.
  5. Bassoon – A bass woodwind instrument of the oboe family, with a doubled-back tube over four feet long, played with a double reed.
  6. Hath – (Old English) third person singular present of have.
  7. Dismal – Causing a mood of gloom or depression.
  8.  Ken – One’s range of knowledge or understanding.
  9. Ghusht – (Old English) of a liquid flow out of something in a rapid and plentiful stream.
  10. Helmsman – A person who steers a ship or boat.
  11. Bemocked – A transitive verb referring to the act of being mocked.
  12. Attire – Clothes, especially fine or formal ones.
  13. Pawing – Of an animal feel or scrape with a paw or hoof.
  14. Swound – Is defined as the act of fainting.
  15. Ere – Before (in time).
  16. Descern – Recognise or find out.
  17. Penance – Punishment inflicted on oneself as an outward expression of repentance for wrongdoing.
  18. Cast – Throw (something) forcefully in a specified direction.
  19. Twas – It was.
  20. Ghastly – Causing great horror or fear.

The Ancient Mariner was cheered by the Hermit’s singing. He admired the way the Hermit lived and prayed alone in the woods, but also “love[d] to talk with mariners.” As they neared the ship, the Pilot and the Hermit wondered where the angels – which they had thought were merely beacon lights – had gone. The Hermit remarked on how strange the ship looked with its misshapen boards and flimsy sails. The Pilot was afraid, but the Hermit encouraged him to steer the boat closer. Just as the boat reached the ship, a terrible noise came from under the water, and the ship sank straightaway. The men saved the Ancient Mariner even though they thought he was dead; after all, he appeared “like one that hath been seven days drowned.” The boat spun in the whirlpool created by the ship’s sinking, and all was quiet save the loud sound echoing off of a hill. The Ancient Mariner moved his lips and began to row the boat, terrifying the other men; the Pilot had a conniption, the Hermit began to pray, and the Pilot’s Boy laughed crazily, thinking the Ancient Mariner was the devil. When they reached the shore, the Ancient Mariner begged the Hermit to absolve him of his sins. The Hermit crossed himself and asked the Ancient Mariner what sort of man he was. The Ancient Mariner was instantly compelled to share his story with the Hermit. His need to share it was so strong that it wracked his body with pain. Once he shared it, however, he felt restored.

Part The Sixth

Part 6 opens with a dialogue between the two voices: the first voice, the Ancient Mariner says, asked the second voice to remind it what moved the Ancient Mariner’s ship along so fast, and the second voice postulated that the moon must be controlling the ocean. The first voice asked again what could be driving the ship, and the second voice replied that the air was pushing the ship from behind in lieu of wind. After this declaration, the voices disappeared. The Ancient Mariner awoke at night to find the dead sailors clustered on the deck, again cursing him with their eyes. They mesmerized him, until suddenly the spell broke and they too disappeared. The Ancient Mariner, however, was not relieved; he knew that the dead men would come back to haunt him over and over again. Just then, a wind began to blow and the ship sailed quickly and smoothly until the Ancient Mariner could see the shore of his own country. As moonlight illuminated the glassy harbor, lighthouse, and church he sobbed and prayed, happy to be either alive or in heaven. Suddenly, crimson shapes began to rise from the water in front of the ship. When the Ancient Mariner looked down at the deck, he saw an angel standing over each dead man’s corpse. The angels waved their hands silently, serving as beacons to guide the ship into port. The Ancient Mariner heard voices: a Pilot, the Pilot’s boy, and a Hermit were approaching the ship in a boat. The Ancient Mariner was overjoyed to see other living human beings and wanted the Hermit to wipe him clean of his sin, to “wash away the Albatross’s blood.”


Samuel Taylor Coleridge is the premier poet-critic of modern English tradition, distinguished for the scope and influence of his thinking about literature as much as for his innovative verse. Active in the wake of the French Revolution as a dissenting pamphleteer and lay preacher, he inspired a brilliant generation of writers and attracted the patronage of progressive men of the rising middle class. As William Wordsworth’s collaborator and constant companion in the formative period of their careers as poets, Samuel Taylor Coleridge participated in the sea change in English verse associated with Lyrical Ballads (1798). His poems of this period, speculative, meditative, and strangely oracular, put off early readers but survived the doubts of Wordsworth and Robert Southey to become recognized classics of the romantic idiom.

Coleridge renounced poetic vocation in his thirtieth year and set out to define and defend the art as a practicing critic. His promotion of Wordsworth’s verse, a landmark of English literary response, proceeded in tandem with a general investigation of epistemology and metaphysics. Coleridge was preeminently responsible for importing the new German critical philosophy of Immanuel Kant and Friedrich von Schelling; his associated discussion of imagination remains a fixture of institutional criticism while his occasional notations on language proved seminal for the foundation and development of Cambridge English in the 1920s. In his distinction between culture and civilization Coleridge supplied means for a critique of the utilitarian state, which has been continued in our own time. And in his late theological writing he provided principles for reform in the Church of England. Coleridge’s various and imposing achievement, a cornerstone of modern English culture, remains an incomparable source of informed reflection on the brave new world whose birth pangs he attended.

After praying, the Ancient Mariner thanked the Virgin Mary for finally allowing him to sleep. He dreamed that the buckets on the ship were filled with dew, and awoke to the sound of the falling rain. He drank and drank after so many days of thirst, and became so lightheaded that he thought he was a ghost. Suddenly he heard a loud wind far off, and the sky lit up with darting “fire-flags” that could be interpreted as lightning (electricity visible in the atmosphere that sailors consider a sign of bad luck). The rain poured from a single cloud, as did an unbroken stream of lightning. The ship began to sail, although there was still no wind. Just then, all the dead men stood up and went about their jobs as a mute, ghostly crew.

The Wedding Guest proclaims again: “I fear thee, Ancient Mariner!” but the Ancient Mariner quickly assures him that the dead sailors were not evil. At dawn, they even gathered around the mast and sang so beautifully that they sounded like an orchestra. When they stopped singing, the ship’s sails sang instead. The ship sailed on miraculously in the absence of wind, moved instead by the spirit that had followed it from the icy world. Once the ship reached the equator and the sun was directly overhead, it stopped moving and the sails stopped singing. Then it began to rock back and forth uneasily until it suddenly jolted, causing the Ancient Mariner to faint. He lay for an indeterminate period of time on the ship’s deck, during which he heard two voices. The first voice swore on Christ that he was the man who betrayed the Albatross that loved him, and that the spirit from the icy world also loved the Albatross: “The spirit who bideth by himself / In the land of mist and snow, / He loved the bird that loved the man / Who shot him with his bow.” The second voice, softer than the first, declared that the Ancient Mariner would continue to pay for his crime: “The man hath penance done and penance more will do.”

The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.

(The Sun came up upon the left, 
Out of the sea came he!) – This the metaphor I’ve chosen.

This metaphor means that the sun has risen. It doesn’t just mean that but also means the way we see the sun rising. We see the sun rising like it it’s coming out of the water and that is the way the poet has wrote it.


  • In the rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, the Mariner was cursed and was not able to speak or pray.
  • When the Mariner killed the albatross, the spirit of the albatross was following him. It was in a way a sign of his curse still being with him.
  • When the gambler had won the gamble, all of the sailors had died. When all of the sailors died they were all lying down on the floor dead with all of their eyes being fixed on the Ancient Mariner.
  • Quite a while later the albatross had fallen from following him and was now free from the curse, although there were a few twists about it. There was a cloud of rain following him whilst he was on the boat. Although he really needed the rain it was more than a light drizzle, it was a thunder storm. He really needed the rain because when he was cursed it made his mouth really dry, so he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t even speak when he was free from the curse.
  • The Ancient Mariner heard a particularly strong wind in the distance but did not feel a hint of it.
  • Because the Ancient Mariner was sailing on a sailboat, it was unlucky for him to have no wind supporting him so he was stuck.

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