The beauty of poetry is the
beauty of language
The aim of the
competition:
- to develop the creative abilities of students;
- to increase the motivation of students to learn English;
- contribute to a deeper mastery of the language;
- foster respect for the culture of the language is spoken;
- develop public speaking skills.
Hardware: PC, multimedia projector, certificates to
be awarded.
Nominations: "The best pronunciation",
"Expressive reading", "Stage skill."
Criteria for evaluation.
Performance of children assessed on a scale on the following
criteria:
- The correct pronunciation of English words;
- Observance of intonation;
- Artistry;
- Expressive reading of the poem.
The motion of the
competition
Good day dear
friends, teachers and students! Please allow me to start our competition by
name “The beauty of poetry is the beauty of language”
Welcome
to our poem competition! Today we will recite and listen to different
poems of the English and American poets of different times, also the thought
about poetry of famous people. Imagine your poem before your eyes and try to
present it as clear as you can to reach the hearts of the listeners. Somerset
Maugham once said “The crown of literature is Poetry. It is its end and aim.
The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes”.
Look at the
blackboard, where you can some of them. And today we will remember their poems.
Allow me to
introduce our participants!
Today you will
recite poems in English and our highly-respected jury find out who
can do it very well. Don’t be shy, dear participants; try to act out the poems
artistically and in a natural manner.
Let’s start with one of the most
beautiful poems of English literature and listen to our student from 5th grade Good
luck!
- Tanirbergenova Dilnaz – 5D
- Azimkhanova Anel – 5D
- Serikkaly Aisha – 5D
- Bagdatova Aruzhan – 5A
- Mustahanova Aruzhan – 5A
As poetry is a very special thing, which you
cannot see, but only feel, everybody from you must express the image of your
poem by means of excellent expressiveness and correct intonation and tone of
your speech.
Let me invite
the students of the 6th form
- Kayrbekov
Aly
- Kozhamuratov
Ersain
- Akhmetkhanov
Sanzhar
- Serik
Erniyaz
- Mukhtarova
Gulzat
- Kayrbekova
Adina
- Zaripov
Dyas
Poetry is a form of literary art in which language is used to
express various emotions. Poetry is a piece of literature written by a poet in
verse. Poetry is the language of imagination, feelings and emotions. As one
famous Englishman said "Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what
makes me want to do this or that or nothing." Poetry is a lot of things to
a lot of people.
Let me invite
the students of the 7th form
- Kulzhanova
Botagoz
Let me invite
the students of the 8th form
- Karybayeva
Gulnur
- Koshanov
Danel
- Samatova
Aydana
- Rakhymkhanova
Aray
Kitty
and Betty
Kitty’s
house is in the country,
Betty’s
house is in the city.
Kitty
likes to stay with Betty,
Betty
likes to stay with Kitty.
Betty
likes the country best,
Kitty
likes the busy city.
That
is a lucky thing
For
Betty and for Kitty.
The
weather
When
the weather is wet
We
must not fret.
When
the weather is cold
We
must not scold.
When
the weather is warm
We
must not storm.
But
be thankful together
Whatever
the weather.
Blackbirds
There were two blackbirds,
Sitting on a hill,
The one named Jack,
The other named Jill;
Fly away, Jack!
Fly away, Jill!
Come again, Jack!
Come again, Jill!
A Child Wish.
I want to live
And not to die!
I want to laugh
And not to cry!
I want to feel
The summer sun
I want to sing
When life is fun.
I want to fly
Into the blue.
I want to swim
As fish do.
I want to stretch out
Friendly hands
To all the young
Of other lands.
I want to laugh
And not to cry!
I want to live
And not to die!
Night
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven`s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
Book, Look!
Since books are friends,
They need much care.
When you are reading them,
Be good to them and fair!
Use books-marks, children,
To hold your place,
And don`t turn a book
Upon its clear face.
Remember, children, then:
Books are meant to read.
Not cut or colour them-
No, really never indeed!
Clouds
White sheep, white sheep
On a blue hill.
When the wind stops
You all stand still.
You walk far away
When the winds blow.
White sheep,white sheep,
Where do you go?
Question
Some people live in the country
Where the houses are very small,
Some people live in the city
Where the houses are very tall.
But in the country where the houses are small,
The gardens are big,
And in the city where the houses are tall,
There are no gardens at all.
Where do you live?
Secret
Ambitions
People
sometimes say to me:
«Tell
me, what do you want to be?»
I
usually answer, «I don`t know»,
But
it isn`t really so:
I
want to win an Olympic race,
I
want to see the Earth from space,
I
want to travel to Timbuktu,
I
want to be rich and famous, too.
I
want to star on Hollywood`s screen,
I
want to invent a new machine,
I
want to be very clever and wise,
I
want to win the Nobel prize.
But
most all, I want to be.
Sonnet
I
wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!
Christina Rossetti
Big
Ban
Big
Ban is high above the town,
It
is a symbol of the Crown.
Its
sight is handsome in the noon,
At
night, it’s shining like a moon.
It
has as many as four faces.
The
deep voices heard in many places
Its
work is industrious, in fact.
It
tells the time to everyone,
The
job is said to be well-done.
Sometimes
its stroke is like a call
Of
old Sir Benjamin Hall.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what
you are.
Up above the world
so high,
Like a diamond in
the sky.
When the blazing
sun is gone,
When he nothing shines
upon,
Then you show your
little light,
Twinkle, twinkle,
all the night.
Then the traveller
in the dark,
Thanks you for
your tiny spark,
He could not see
which way to go,
If you did not
twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky
you keep,
And often through
my curtains peep,
For you never shut
your eye,
'Till the sun is
in the sky.
As your bright and
tiny spark,
Lights the
traveller in the dark.
Though I know not
what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle,
little star.
At the
Seaside (2 балл)
Robert
Louis Stevenson
When I was
down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
Bed in
Summer
Robert
Louis Stevenson (4 балл)
In
winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
Rudyard
Kipling (6 балл)
I keep
six honest serving-men
(They taught
me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views;
I know a person small-
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
She sends'em abroad on her own affairs,
From the second she opens her eyes –
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
And seven million Whys!
Winter
Time
Robert
Louis Stevenson (8 балл)
Late
lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit,
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap,
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.
Jabberwocky
Lewis
Carroll (10 балл)
'Twas brillig,
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
