FC: Poetry Portfolio By: Alveena Jacks 0 Period 2-21-10
1: Table of Contents | Page Title 2-3 Where I'm From 4-5 Mother to Daughter 6-7 My Mother's Kitchen 8-9 Ode to GSMST 10-11 Language Arts Limerick 12-13 1st Choice Poem 14-15 2nd Choice Poem
2: Where I'm From | I am from strict education since LKG I am from "Always do your best, and you'll go far." From messing up my interview for UKG To moving to California I am from moving from school to school and trying to make friends I am from "Did you do your homework?" To "Why aren't you studying?" I am from parties every weekend... With the same people every time I am from a house full of relatives... Where everybody knows everybody I am from prayer meetings every Saturday I am from church every Sunday And from hanging out with my friends after church I am from "Study now, enjoy life later" To being the middle child... And liking it
3: I am from having the Indian channel on all the time Even if no one is watching it Because.. everyone likes to listen to the long loud shows in the background. I am from looking like I;m going to a wedding every Sunday Because of church I am from "Time is a thief, don't let it rob you" To "I love you, don't ever change."
4: My daughter, listen well, listen hard I want you to know that life's a hard thing to survive In order to succeed in life, do what I did, chase your dreams Life is like stairs If you slip, you will end up falling down the whole flight But don't worry honey, I will be there to help you back up No matter what happens You might think that trying to reach a goal, Is like trying to reach the stars I was like that But i learned... | Mother to Daughter
5: Hard work Determination And a little perseverance Will go a long way, Even if the top of the stairway looks like it will take years to reach There may be difficult choices for you to make, But remember this, Whatever choice you make, If it comes from the heat, It will be the right choice
6: In my mother's kitchen Everything is alive There is the blender running in the background The oven on waiting to cook the food The stove pots and pans on it The contents inside sizzling The faucet is running as my mom cleans the dead chicken The microwave is warming up some ingredients That await to be added My sister walks in Not surprised to see my mom doing multiple things at once, and getting them all perfect But, being the girl she is asks if my mom would like some help. My mom, trying to be nice, accepts, and tells her to stir the pot | My Mother's Kitchen
7: The green tiles and the matching accessories, make the place look like a forest The cabinet is open, All the spices inside are organized neatly My mom is taking one out after the other, adding them to the dish Cookbooks and measuring tools are not needed, Improvising is always the best tool for my mom, We may only have three meals a day, but it feels like the kitchen is always alive and active Especially with my mom working in there.
8: GSMST How should I describe thee? Should I compare thee to a summer's day, Or like trying to find a needle in a stack of hay. The way you give kids a fright Making their skins go pale white You might end up as a burial site But you do give kids a cliff for their life's flight However, you make it so that we can reach the stars Even it is does leave a few scars Leaving kids with circles under their eyes, but it does leave them a bit more wise | Ode to GSMST
9: The stepping stones to our success The map to our destination, unless, We fail to see That our fate does lie with thee. Even if people may say words of hate They know that you will help us get a huge estate, So I ask again.. Before its slips my brain How shall I describe thee, O GSMST? Now I may say, No matter where our hearts ma lay, You are definitely like a summer's day.
10: Language Arts Sometimes stabs you in the back like darts Then it will make you cry And then wonder why Touching all our hearts Essays that make your head spin Acting like devil's twin Daily Grammar Practice As sharp as a desert cactus Making us feels like we will never win Poems are a doorway to skies Making you feel like you deserve the prize Short stories filled with wonder Leaving us here to blunder And sometimes giving us a surprise | Language Arts Limerick
11: Then there is drama boring us to tears And it feels like its getting worse by the years Don't get me starts about the research Starting all fast then coming to s top with a lurch. Complaints about that is all one hears. However, all is not lost with this subject It has a double affect Sometimes its likes thorns in a bush, and sometimes its as sweet as honey Ha! Talk about irony Then again, what do you expect?
12: Hurry up and wait So close but so far away Everything that you've always dreamed of Close enough for you to taste But you just cant touch You wanna show the word, but no one knows your name yet Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it You know you can if you get the chance In your face as the door keeps slamming Now you're feeling more and more frustrated And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting [Chorus] We live and learn to take One step at a time There is no need to rush Its like learning to fly Or falling in love Its gonna happens and its Supposed to happen and we Find the reasons why One step at a time | 1st Choice Poem
13: You believe and you doubt You're confused, you got it all figured out Everything that you always wished for Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours If they only knew You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it You know you can if you get the chance In your face as the door keeps slamming Now you're feeling more and more frustrated And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting [Chorus] When you can't wait any longer But there's no end in sight When you need to find the strength It's your faith that makes you stringer The only way you get there Is one step at a time [Chorus x2]
14: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees Until they think warm days will never cease For SUmmer had o'er brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid they store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep | 2nd Choice Poem
15: Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinged flowers And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or a cyder-press, with a patient look Thou watchest the last oozing hours by hours Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of then, thou hast thy music too,-- While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river swallows, borne aloft Or sining as the light wind lives or dies And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn Hedge-crickets sing; ad now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft And gathering swallows twitter in the skies