Can You Repeat That, Please?

This lesson had us continuing our journey down the road of patterns in speech, with a look at Phil Kaye’s personal and haunting performance poem, Repetition . How does simply repeating a line, phrase, or stanza inform one’s poem? Here’s what Mrs. Nazimek’s 8th Graders thought.  Enjoy!

Mrs. Nazimek, 8th Grade
2nd Period

Oscar A.

Love is like a game always repeating
Find someone then you separate, separate, separate
I remember the heart just floating there
apart, apart, apart
Everyone says the same thing all the time
I love you, I love you, I love you
Wishing never to
Wake up, wake up, wake up

Love is like a game, always repeating
Once over you’re always separated from everyone,
Having people say I love you, I love you,
I love you.
Hoping one day never to
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Some people convincing it that it was worthless.


Sarahi C.

I remember the day of the party
Away, away, away, away, away
I have been raised knowing
from my parents that something
good comes out form something bad
For example:
Family, family, family, family,
family, family, family
I got nothing
no love from anyone but them
he walks by me but…
with another girl happily
We walked before I got here
Now he doesn’t know me
talk, talk, talk, talk, talk,
I yell at the top of my lungs
so you can hear me
still walking further away
please, please, please, please
still nothing
you left me
you hurt me
but it doesn’t matter
because I miss you
and I still love you.

Francisco P.

Repeat repeat repeat
Poems with repeat repeat repeat
Saying the same word again again again
Kinda fun
but I have to stop repeating repeating Delete repeated word

Mrs. Nazimek, 8th Grade
3rd Period

Victoria D.

I was a type of girl that was
sweet and innocent.
Many of my friends would say
that’s hard to believe
But if you ask my family
all they will say is
Dora, Dora, Dora, my sweet Dora
for some reason, I looked exactly
like Dora, as if she jumped out of the TV
But one like Dora is that I was
all about my Mexican family
tamales, tamales, tamales
Chancla, chancla, chancla
Mexico, Mexico, Mexico
But that’s a good thing
because I’ll know, I’ll never forget
about my family, family, family

Elizabeth R.

Fights, fights, fights, fights
here, there, everywhere.
It’s not all bad,
but it could be better.
The guilt you feel for not feeling the love
consumes you when they say ‘I love you’
Fights, fights, fights, fights, fights
here, there, everywhere.
They prove it when it counts but,
shouldn’t it always count.
The hair on your skin rises
with the yelling, but so does your guilt.
thump, thump, thump, thump

there goes your heart.





“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.