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FC: Poetry In Everyday Life | by: Sean Chung
1: Table of Contents Your Mother's Kitchen Poetry In Music Personal Poetry | pg. 2-3 pg. 4-7 pg. 8-11 | pg. 1
2: pg. 2 | Your Mother's Kitchen
3: pg. 3 | In her kitchen, she walks into Never knowing what she might run into She walks past by a couple things Then she gets to the main things There are lots of things she notices The color of that place feels natural Probably because of all those greens Green, green. The entire place is colored green with vegetables. One of the first things that hits her Is the smell that the cooker Is making from the oven. That oven is pretty hot, though So she passed by the oven faster than the greens. The last thing on the menu Is something to enjoy for now It is the sweet juicy steak That is being served right now So she walks over to the dining table Waiting for the food to come Then realizing where it came from, she gave thanks. Because it came from the mother, and the mother's kitchen.
4: Music In Poetry | Well, you dawned on me and you bet I felt it I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted I fell right through the cracks Now I'm trying to get back Before the cool dawn run out I'll be giving it my bestest And nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention. I reckon, it's again my turn To win some or learn some. But I won't hesitate No more, no more. It cannot wait, I'm yours. | pg. 4
5: pg. 5 | Well, open up your mind and see like me, Open up your plans and damn you're free. Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love. Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing, we're just one big family And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved So I won't hesitate No more, no more. It cannot wait, I'm sure. There's no need to complicate. Our time is short. This is our fate, I'm yours. Do you want to come on, scootch on over closer, dear And I will nibble your ear
6: pg. 6 | I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer But my breath fogged up the glass And so I drew a new face and I laughed. I guess what I'll be saying is there ain't no better reason To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons. It's what we aim to do. Our name is our virtue. But I won't hesitate No more, no more. It cannot wait, I'm yours. Well, open up your mind and see like me, Open up your plans and damn you're free. Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours. So please don't, please don't, please don't... There's no need to complicate. 'Cause our time is short. This oh, this oh, this is our fate. I'm yours.
7: pg. 7 | Oh, I'm yours Oh, I'm yours Oh, oh, Baby, do you believe, I'm yours? You best believe, you best believe, I'm yours. | Personification Repetition End Rhyme Apostrophe Alliteration
8: Personal Poetry | Brainstorm Words Verbs Write Speak Listen Read Books Pencil Paper Literature Poems | Textbooks Pens Mind Think Pronouns Adjectives Adverbs SAT Essays Phrases Analysis | pg. 8
9: Poem | Language arts is a form of thinking It is a way to get your brain working It has multiple ways To be thought during days With all of this, it might be worth knowing You learn many things here It still matters out there But overall It works through all Even by working from the rear Writing has a lot of words Most of which are blank thoughts to birds Pencil, pen, and pieces Of paper, which is peace To those who want to be heard | pg. 9
10: pg. 10 | Some think of language arts as a disease Because they can't speak, write, or listen with ease But this is how I think Language arts, written with ink It is everything with everything, all in a breeze So I say to you readers Me, as a poem writer Nouns, verbs Adjectives, and adverbs Mix them up, throw them at your testers They are nothing to you When literature is with you Poems and essays Are how you say Listen to me, I have a question for you?
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