FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Kevin Robins
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3: Where I'm From I am from the Panama Canal, from Bom Bom Bums and Supermercados. I am from gorgeous beaches and dense jungles. I am from the palm trees, the plantains and avocados. I am from fiestas and futbol, from Amalio and Silvia and Indira Lopez. I am from the caring and hard working. From success and responsibility. I am from God. From his Son and from his mighty Kingdom. I am form the Lopez of Panama. From carimbanolas and arroz. From the unwealthy store manager, the poor but proud. I am from a special country, a special country with a special place in my heart.
5: Mother's Kitchen Sizzle... This was the sound I heard form the kitchen. I immediately dropped my play dolls in response. I feel very hungry, as I have not eaten lunch. So I found my way into the kitchen. Splash.. My mother was preparing the water For she is cooking chicken over the oven As our main dish. I stared at this boiling meal with great content. Chop... I watched in awe As my mother chopped the celery With swiftness and ease. She did not cut herself once. Crackle... The fire from the stove was quite wonderful. It was amazing how she harnessed this beautiful ball of energy With little effort. The chicken is now cooked. Sniff... I inhaled the fresh scent of food Like it was my only source of air. I looked at my mother with misery And asked for a sample o her delicious dish.
7: Mother to Son Son, you should learn That the road of life Isn't a straight, smooth path, and does not reward the reckless. There are many bumps, Turns, and diverging roads That can alter your path And cause you to crash. In order to go though the road of life With many precious moments in your trunk And luxurious objects and decorations, You must learn how to struggle through these obstacles. You must learn to stay in one road That you think will be your lifelong cruise. You mist follow this path with all of your velocity Even if it is very worn and threatening. However, if you truly think this road is not paved for the likes of you, You must learn to take another road. Do not wait too long for this chance in direction Or else you might wreck into the toad sign. Son, all I want to tell you Is that you must be smart in life. Be careful with the path you choose. You only get one chance to fulfill your ride...
9: Ode to GSMST GSMST is perfect. Perfect for Knowledge to linger And creep its way Into the mind of its many subjects. It is a necessity for any warrior. It is the 1st key to Paradise. GSMST is perfect. Perfect for Perfection to show its mighty figure And stand out in front of the crowd. It influences many warriors to try their hardest. It is the 2nd key to Paradise. GSMST is perfect. Perfect for Leadership to take control And aid the warriors in their way to victory. It is the 3rd key to Paradise. GSMST is perfect. Perfect for Teaching to help sharpen the minds And capabilities of the warriors who go here. It is the 4th key to Paradise. GSMST is perfect. Perfect for Success. He is the gate opener For the select few who prevail in this war We call GSMST. The will live in Paradise.
11: Language Arts Limerick Language Arts causes me to smile. Verbs are awesome. Poems could stay a while. I love our short stories. Essays reward me glories. And writing requires a writing style.
13: Sweet Spring Joanna Fuchs When the gloomy gray sky turns to clear azure blue, And the snow disappears form the ground, When the birds start to sing, and our moods start to lift, Then we know Spring is coming around. When the first flower bulbs poke their heads toward the sun, Golden daffodils, hyacinths, too; When the brown grass turns green, and the wildflowers bloom, Then sweet Spring makes its showy debut. once again we awake from cold winter's pale dream, As our minds and our bodies revive; We rejoice and delight in Spring's colorful sight; Each new spring makes us glad we're alive!
15: Winter Poem Nikki Giovanni Once a snowflake fell On my brow and I loved It so much and I kissed It and it was happy and called its cousins And brothers and a web Of snow engulfed me then I reached to love them all And I squeezed them and they became A spring rain and I stood perfectly Still and was a flower.