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Poetry Portforlio

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FC: My Poetry Portfolio | By: Sarina Juma 0 Period February 18, 2010

1: Table of Contents... Where I'm From...............................2 My Mother's Kitchen......................4 Mother to Daughter Poem...............6 Ode to GSMST..............................8 Language Arts Poem........................12 Two is Better than One.....................14 The Road Not Taken......................16

2: Where I'm From | I am From a religion of tolerance Where the spiritual world and material world intertwine as one And where learning is the only way only way of knowing I am from a school of higher education where homeworks is like a never ending life cycle And where perfection is nothing less than that of excellence I am from a household that depends on one another, where we feel that good morals and ethics are essential tools in constructing a good life. A household that treats eating rice like a necessity to live I am From a world of chaos where time literally flies. It never waits for anyone or anything and only makes life more stressful. | I am From a Family Where we Live, Laugh, and Love And live every moment As if it were our last

4: "Food's Ready." I rushed to the kitchen to help setup for lunch. Today we were eating delicious homemade Taco's and some green punch. I could smell the great aroma of the Mexican dish I was about to consume, and I could see the whole family gathering about in the dining room. As I began to get the dishes out of the cupboard, I noticed that my mom had secretly prepared something special in the oven that she had ignored. I took a peek And to my surprise saw a cake so unique. I glanced at my mom's head and knew at that moment that I was dead. I ran out of the kitchen and hurried to my room. I slammed the door forgetting about my chore. | My Mother's Kitchen

6: Mother to Daughter Poem | You've got to listen to me now, Sarina. I tell you to do things for your own benefit. I tell you to take every good opportunity that comes your way for your future. You've gotta start studying for the SAT now, You have to apply for these summer programs, It's the only way you can be sure of getting into the college of your choice. I know that this can sometimes become stressful, and I know that there are gonna be times when you're gonna have to face hard obstacles. But you've always gotta try your best. Your future lies in your hands, You have to take the right steps if you want to be successful. I know this from experience. Sarina, You must follow what I'm saying. You just have to trust what I'm saying. It's the only way you'll be able to have a successful future.

8: Ode to GSMST A school with an infinite amount of possibility, One that keeps its students at a higher academic level of learning. I am referring to my school, GSMST. One where receiving an eighty- nine is even concerning. The students here work harder than anyone else in the state Resulting in nothing less than satisfaction. As well as great recognition of the school. Hear me out now when I say, that the work of these students are great. Each and every student experiences a learning reaction. And each and every student values education as if it were a jewel. GSMST is out of the ordinary, A school with the highest potential And the most diversity. The advanced student's here are quite essential. They all have encountered sleepless nights, Where they have studied until their brains

9: I know where the teachers here really want to be. Each educator, I know, will spread their knowledge all the way. And each teacher, | I know the teachers here, have a purpose they want us to see. Every educator I have, spreads their knowledge all they way, And every educator I have does, no let a single student fall. This is the school where every student can shine as a nerd, Where not a single person is afraid to call the best friend a calculator. From where I stand, GSMST has taught me to thrive and not be a thrall. This school house the intelligent, and and the wise. | have literally melted. I can tell you from experience, though, That the rewards of studying make your day a bit more bright And result in nothing more than being delighted. GSMST is the school that makes thiner students, grow. Though GSMST has kept me focused on school, all night and all day,

10: In fact, I have learned what before would never have occurred, Like finding the force of friction of an accelerator. This school houses the intelligent, and and the wise. It allows every attending individual to express their inner-smarts, And diligently lets their students rise... Each and every test score makes it to the top of the charts And every student puts one-hundred and ten percent of their efforts in whatever they do. This is the school where everyone wants an opportunity to shine. This is the school where building a trajectory is as much fun as going to Six Flags. It is here where nerds got stuck to chemistry like glue, and where physics and math began to intertwine. No one in this county much less this state has as much smart swags.

11: I write this ode As an salute to my school. This school is the beginning of the my future road. I belong here, and only here, with my learning pool. I now have learned things, I would have never imagined before, And thanks to this school I know my future will be taken care of... I know that here, at this school, I will be able to develop essential learning skills. It is here where I know I'll be able to soar, And where I'll be able to see everything that's above. I owe it all to GSMST, the school that surpasses all the hills.

12: Language Arts Poem | When does poetry ever end? I feel like a rhyme could me my friend. Though using metaphors are not all that a bore, I much prefer to use a rhyme blend.

14: Two is better than One By: Boyz Like Girls I remember what you wore on our first day, You came into my life and I thought hey, You know this could be something. Cause everything you do and words you say, You know that it all takes my breath away, and now I'm left with nothing. So maybe its true,that I can's live without you And maybe two is better than one. But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life, and you've already got me coming undone, And I'm thinking two is better than one. I remember every look upon your face, the way you roll your eyes, the way you taste, You make it hard for breathing Cause, when i close my eyes and drift away I think of you and everything 's okay. | And maybe it's true, that i can't live without you, and maybe two is better than one. But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life, and you've already got me coming undone, and I'm thinking two is better than one.

15: I remember what you wore on our first day, You came into my life and I thought hey. Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you, and maybe two is better than one. But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life, and you've already got me coming undone, and I'm thinking Oooh, I can't live without you, 'Cause baby two is better than one. There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life. And I've figure out with all that's said and done. Two is Better than one Two is better than one. Analysis This color represents the rhyme that is used throughout the poem. Most of the usage of rhyme is also used as repetition. This color shows the use of repetition used throughout the poem.

16: The Road Not Taken By: Robert Frost | Analysis: The blue color represents the repetition used in this poem and the red color shows the use of rhyme used in this poem. As you can see, Frost uses rhyme at the end of every line, also known as end rhyme. In addition, this entire poem is a metaphor because of the dilemma Frost writes about. Frost talks about taking the road less taken, symbolizing to not take the easy way out of situations.

17: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry i Could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood, And looked down as far I could, To where it bent the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, and the having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear, though as for that the passing there, had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay, In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, i kept the first for another day. Yet knowing how leads on to way. I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh, Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

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