Category: Communication

The poppy has a long association with Remembrance Day. But how did the distinctive red flower become such a potent symbol of our remembrance of the sacrifices made in past wars?

Scarlet corn poppies (popaver rhoeas) grow naturally in conditions of disturbed earth throughout Western Europe. The destruction brought by the Napoleonic wars of the early 19th Century transformed bare land into fields of blood red poppies, growing around the bodies of the fallen soldiers.

In late 1914, the fields of Northern France and Flanders were once again ripped open as World War One raged through Europe’s heart. Once the conflict was over the poppy was one of the only plants to grow on the otherwise barren battlefields.

The significance of the poppy as a lasting memorial symbol to the fallen was realised by the Canadian surgeon John McCrae in his poem In Flanders Fields. The poppy came to represent the immeasurable sacrifice made by his comrades and quickly became a lasting memorial to those who died in World War One and later conflicts. It was adopted by The Royal British Legion as the symbol for their Poppy Appeal, in aid of those serving in the British Armed Forces, after its formation in 1921.

How does the poet create desperation in the poem?
This poem is written from the perspective of a man who is stuck in the twin towers during the 9/11 bombing, the man in the poem is talking got those who watching him. The man in the poem is captured on film twirling a white cotton shirt trying to gain attention so somebody could find him, in the poem it says ‘you have picked me out, through a distant shot of a building burning’ the need of desperation occurs when he says ‘i am trying and trying, because he is stating that he is trying his best and he is currently out of options and the only other option would be to kill himself or just stand there and burn in the sweltering heat.

HOW HAVE STRUCTURAL CHOICES MADE BY THE POET ENHANCE OUR UNDERSTANDING OF THE THEMES EXPLORED IN THE POEM?
1. The poem centres around the hawks actions and it describes the hawks thoughts and movements in great detail, The hawk is seeing the world as its playground, the hawk mentions that he holds playground, the hawk mentions the holds creation in his foot and that give me an impression that he feels even more powerful than god. The hawk is portrayed as a careless, violent and a fixed figure, the hawks describes in details the way he slaughter his pray and the way he says it shows him having no remorse in taking another creatures life. The hawk is portrayed as a man in battle with another man and describing how the man thinks,performs actions and what he does when he kills.

They both mention some type of law enforcement, and they both are based on a setting and how there are certain rights which should be followed and in the poems the setting is described as barbaric.The way war and conflict is described is sad because its because a little girl with an imagination put her feet on between two country and the girl got told off and the mother got upset and said that in the other country people are much kinder as in Belfast confetti there is a man who is caught in the middle of a riot and he cannot leave and the riot was about land for the Protestant and Catholics and they want independence and land.

The conflict in Iraq is no longer occurring and the writer was writing about how she felt so happy to be home she said that the roads are much cleaner, the people are much nicer and the landscape is much more beautiful, that states that she is not happy with the way her and her family has been treated and she wants to go back home where everything is much nicer and she can compare to Belfast confetti by the conflict going on in her location and she is in the middle of a argument about a little girl and a border guard.In Iraq the conflict was about oil and fighting for the most oil and I think the conflict is still going on today but the most dangerous and shocking conflict is occurring in Syria where little girl and women are sexually abused and innocent people are killed day after day and it still goes on as I am writing, if a child is shouted at for playing on the border then what would happen if she did something worse? she might have been killed.

It was the same in Ireland but not as bad as killing innocent people and the other but the war lasted 30 years it was between the Catholics and protestants and the IRA used car bombs and nail bombs which killed or seriously injured because the nails would be travelling at a high speed.In Belfast confetti the character is stuck in the middle of a riot between the Catholics and the protestants

1.the first stanza sets the death by saying that Vandevue sits on the flat stone all by herself and the word alone is repeated more than twice and that gives me an idea that no-one will witness her death and when it says she taps the ground, why would she tap the ground by herself sitting on the rock.
2.The the way the landscape is described it gives me a idea that it is set in the future because the word ominous is used and ominous means something bad is going to happen and it gives me an impression that this is a future poem and it gives the reader an insight of what is expected.
3.RHYMES OF SADNESS:
1:Sitting alone at midnight on a round flat stone.Is sad because she is a girl soldier sitting alone and a flat stone without knowing she might die.
2.M.L.5 has left her just alive suggests that

THE RIGHT WORD

WHAT IS THE POEM ABOUT?
The poem is about a woman who is trapped in her space because there is a young child outside her home who she thinks is going to harm her if she doesn’t let the child in.

WHY DID THE POET WRITE THE POEM?
The poem was written in response to the 9/11 incident when 3 planes where hijacked, 2 planes crashed into the twin towers and the remaining plane crashed into the pentagon.

WHAT IS THE EMOTION OR MOOD OF THE POEM?
The emotion of the poem is fear, she is fearing because there is a child outside and she believes that he is going to harm her.

Over the years, dozens of innocent people are murdered by the police for no reason, family’s have destroyed because their beloved family members has been murdered.
I personally think that those police officers should be sentenced to at least to a minimum 28 years in prison.

In the borough of Islington a young man named Henry Hicks was was brutally murdered when an unmarked police car rammed him off the road where he unfortunately died . the police officers claimed that he had marijuana in his possession but when he was searched after death he was clean.So the police officers murdered a 17 year old boy because he apparently had marijuana in his possession.His father was the most distraught, every where he went he would carry around a photo of his son.

On another occasion last year, a man named Dean Joseph was shot twice for having a knife to his girlfriends throat.They were in the middle of an argument until it got out of hand.The person who called the police said that they saw a black man climbing through a window trying to break in but he wasn’t, no body knows what he was doing. the interrogation lasted quite a while but the police charged in and shot him twice:once in the armpit and once in the chest which went through all of his major artery’s.What I don’t understand is why did they not just taze him instead of killing him.

INTERVIEW 1
NAME: ABID RAHMAN

Where were you stopped?
“I was stopped at the elephant and castle underground in the morning”
Why were you stopped?
“that morning the police officers where searching Black, Asian and Hispanic people and the officers where white and they stopped me because i was asian then when i was against the wall my friend walked by so i told him to hold my bag until this is over and the officer replied with whatys in th

I pull up to the pavement, look around to see if there are any hood rats. I’m in a nasty area. I shouldn’t be here but it’s the only available cash machine on the way home. Broken bottles and smashed windscreens glisten on the pavement like starry sea of diamonds and nobody even cares. I cautiously open my car door and think do I really want to leave my car in the open? I shut the door, drive off and find a decent looking car park. I park up my car.

I casually make my way to the cash machine; why am I here? Seriously? I could be at home with my family, but I had to do the night shift and chose to be paid by cheque. I walk up to the cash machine and the buttons are stained and the screen is smashed. The water droplets slap my shoulder like thousands of little hands: the area I am in is gloomy and edgy, and I feel as if I’m being watched. I withdraw my wages from my account – £6500 in cash. I take a good look around to see if anybody has seen me. I look up and that is the moment when my heart stops – four men are glaring at me from the floor where my £60,000 car is parked. I’m paranoid that it has been vandalized by these low-life degenerates. I throw myself into the building, fly up the stairs to the third floor and see my car in pristine condition. I calmly walk up to it. There is a clump on the side of my head. And I pass out.

I wake up. I can dimly see a blurred shape standing over me. “Wake up, WAKE UP,” it is saying. A deep kick pounds my ribs. What if I lose my life here? What if I never see my family again? Then the blur hollers, “Give me your money and car keys now!”, “Only if you stand me up,” I stammer. I hear him say to his mate “Lift him up”. They hoist me up ,the blur becomes all too clear. I see a man pull out a gun from the waistband of his grey tracksuit bottoms. “Now give what I asked for. I saw you pull out a wad of notes, now give me it before I kill you and make it look like you killed yourself. Understand?”

I feel my legs avalanche away from the rest of me. I need to get out of here. Then of all a sudden the anger and adrenaline kick in and possess me. I am a 47 year old man and getting robbed of my dignity by youths half my age. I’m going to teach these kids to respect their elders. So I pounce on the gunman, tackling him to the ground. I have a chance to reach for the gun. I grab it. I immediately point it at his friends, trying to hide the unbelievable anxiety enveloping me like a tsunami. I demand “Get out of here before I kill you all!” I cannot believe what I said, I sound like a gangster in a hardcore crime movie. I place the gun on the bonnet of my car. I grab the gunman, pull off his mask and pummel him in the face. Now his friends decide to come back. Long story short: I’m hitting him, and I hear fast footsteps behind. I swivel round. The gun is pointing towards me. I grab it. The gun slews upwards. He strikes me in the groin, but I still hold on. His strength overpowers mine. His arms drop. I look away. Then three shots go off , one after the other, like a shootout in a western. We stare at each other and we both drop the gun. I hear distinctive thick slaps on the floor. I look down and there are two holes leaking my blood. It’s gushing out of me like water from a bucket. I panic. A high pitched piercing sound screams through my head. My vision blurs; then blackens.

I wake up in a hospital bed, a tube sticking down my nose and throat. The light above me is cooking my eyes. I take a look at my surroundings and there is someone in the ward with me, an indistinct shape on a hospital bed. I squint at it. I see a man in grey tracksuit bottoms and a black tracksuit top. His face looks horribly familiar. Then it hits me like a Mike Tyson punch in the throat. It’s him….