FC: Online Poetry Portfolio By: John Power First Period
1: Table Of Contents Where I'm From 2-3 My Mother's Kitchen 4-5 Mother to Son 6-7 Ode to GSMST 8-9 Language Arts Poem 10-11 Where the Sidewalk Ends 12-13 Feelings, Now 14-15
2: Where I'm From I am from popcorn, from Butterkist and Orville Redenbacher's. I am from the fluffy carpets. I am from the dandelion, the sprout to roots. I am from Christmas and humor, from Donna and John and Power. I am from the late and smart. | From life is not fair and don't touch that. I am from Christianity. I'm from St. Augustine, oranges, and watermelon. From the Air Force, the fishing, and the broken glass. I am from the attic.
5: Mother's Kitchen There is a room that is in the house. It's the place where food is made. Where taste has smell and vice-versa. Where hunger becomes afraid. What's that smell? The alarm is going off. As smoke rises from the oven, We all start to cough. Everything stops finally. My aunt walks in to help with the rest. Maybe they’ll start again. I really wanted some chicken breast. | The salad is being tossed rapidly Green leaves flying everywhere. One just went flying by And got stuck in my cousin's hair. Out comes the chicken Looking strange with a head. Everyone must now be thinking Is that chicken even dead? What a wonderful place you might say. My mother's kitchen is where I want to stay.
6: Mother to Son Every day I wake to a shining day. But, it always seems to darken. Now listen to me little boy To my lessons for survival. When the wind picks up And you are being blown away, Don’t try to stay and spit its way. Unless you want to feel the pain. | Don’t take advantage of what you have Or you may have unexpected consequences. What I’m trying to say is Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Please don't even compete If you won’t try your best Why try at all? If all you will do is fall. Now look my son. I feel like I’ve said Enough for you to make a life In harmonic peace.
8: Ode to GSMST Ode to GSMST Which makes us educated And gives us fun. Ode to GSMST It makes us relieved When our homework is done. | Ode to GSMST Gets people connected Over the net. Ode to GSMST You’ll want to study hard From what I can bet. Ode to GSMST To be successful It’s worth the hardship.
10: Language Arts Poem Language arts is a verb and a noun, Similes: like a clown. Comparisons between words Tuna to fish as robin to birds Used all aroun’ Also it’s a hyperbole. An exaggeration of what it should be. It paints a picture And better tells the structure. It usually helps generally. | Poetry tells about someone's soul Or tries to help fill a hole. It usually is in a type of rhyme But doesn't follow that pattern all the time. Also the sounds just usually roll. To make any form of literature A sentence can be that certain cure. It is a group of words in a line Example: That book is mine. This will probably be in the future.
11: Sentences always have to end with something. Punctuation is that “thing” Period, question and exclamation mark As easy as hitting it in the ball park. This always makes the sentence bling.
12: Where the Sidewalk Ends By Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. | Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.
13: Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
14: Feelings, Now Some kind of attraction that is neither Animal, vegetable, nor mineral, a power not Solar, fusion, or magnetic And it is all in my head that I could see into his And find myself sitting there.