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FC: Tommy's Poetry Portfolio By Tommy J p.5

1: Table of Contents | Pg. 2-4 Poetry Terms Pg. 5-9 Ode To the Wst Wind By Shelly Pg 10-11 Tpcastt Pg 12-16 Narrative Poem Pg. 17 Ode

2: Poetry Terms | Haiku: a poem that is written in syllables of 5-7-5 and is 3 lines usually about nature. I walked in the park, The wind is blowing past me I lost my new hat.

3: limerick : a funny poem that is 5 lines long and is in the rhyme scheme of aaba I was once late to class Because in the hall I was harrassed My teacher gave me a demerit I begged and said I'll give you my parrot My teacher gave me a lunch pass.

4: Poetry Terms Continued | Antithesis is when 2 opposite manors or objects are being comared to balance the ideas. He was too bad to go to sunshine palace but too good to go to jail.

5: Ode to the West Wind I O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou 5 Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingd seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill 10 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill; Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear! Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear! I

6: II Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, 15 Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head 20 Of some fierce Mnad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, 25 Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear!

7: III Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, 30 Lull'd by the coil of his crystlline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Bai's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers 35 So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know 40 Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!

8: IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share 45 The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! if even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed 50 Scarce seem'd a vision—I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. O! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd 55 One too like thee—tameless, and swift, and proud.

9: V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own? The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, 60 Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth; And, by the incantation of this verse, 65 Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? 70

10: TPCATST On Ode to the West Wind Title: I think the title means a wind in the western part of the world. Paraphrase: The poet seems to be writing about how the west wind effects the nature. When he says If Winter comes can Spring be far behind, says that it is bad now but good will come later. Connotations: In line 16 and 17 there is a similie: Loose clouds like Earth's decaying leaves are shed, shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean. This is important because it also shows imagery in ways and makes the poem better by the details. There is a rhyme scheme of ABA. This sets the pace for the poem. In the story the west wind is a metonmy for god. This is important because the whole story is about the west wind and you should know that the west wind is the preserver or the desetroyer. " Of the dying year, to which this closing night." is sayi g that the wind is dying. This is im[portant because the poem is about the west wind and showing the darkness of it.

11: In line 31 Shelly uses imagery: Lull'd by the coil of his crystlline streams This is only one example of the many imagery examples that Shelly uses in the poem. Using imagery helps paint a picture in the readers head which is helpful in a poem. Attitude: Shelly is saying the west wind is important, and we should all like it hoping it will stay. The west wind seems like it is dying and we should all admire it as long as it is still there. Shift: In stanza 5 Shelly wants the wind to remeber him before he dies. But when the time comes he is going to reencarnate himself. Also in the beggining Shelly is saying the west wind is positive and helps nature, but in the middle Shelly says the wind is becoming bad because it is killing nature. And the last line says that spring is coming so it is saying that the good part of the wind is coming back. Title: Shelly is calling the west wind to help carry him to a better place. Theme: hHe message of the poem is life with the good times which is spring and the cold times/ bad times which is winter. All in all he says we should cherish life.

12: My Bad Day I wake up in the morning and eat pancakes for breakfast. I come home from school and eat pancakes for snack. Every day I have pancakes It’s my routine. I gobble down chocolate chip pancakes I devour strawberry pancakes I chomp banana pancakes I pig out on pancakes with syrup But that morning I woke up and I noticed something. There were no pancakes. I was shocked and panicked and started to cry. My hands were fists banging the table Saying “I want pancakes!” My face was as red as blob of ketchup And as wet as a puddle.

13: My mom quickly served me A batch of waffles And I stopped crying And realized waffles taste like pancakes The bus pulled up and I zoomed toward it. I tripped and I fell, splat into the mud. I stood up and the rain pounded my body Like Bam Bam was hitting me with his club. I had no jacket but no time to get it. I quickly scurried onto the bus and everybody laughed at me – My clothes were soggy and Completely soaked.

14: As I walked past the aisles there were no more seats. I had to sit next to Bobby Fiddlestixs, the least popular kid in the school. He kept flicking his boogers at me. I grew frustrated. I started to grumble and stomp my feet Bobby Fiddlestixs yelled,” Ha ha ha I got four boogers in your hair!” The bus stopped at the school. I scampered into the school all wet and I noticed that I felt light. I had forgotten my backpack. Urgently, I called my mom.

15: No one picked up. I called her again And again And again When she picked up she was unhappy. She drove into the school angry. She ferociously said, “Now I’m 10 min late to work!” She stomped on the accelerator and the car vanished During class I was forced to go to HW assistance because I forgot my homework. During lunch I hoped nothing would go wrong. My hope was wrong My least favorite lunch was served: meatballs.

16: After lunch my stomach growled Later, I rushed home hoping for pancakes. I was out of luck - there were no pancakes or waffles. This was the worst day ever! I fell asleep hungry and tired. I woke up the next morning. There were pancakes and I had the best day ever. The rain stopped and it was sunny. On the bus I heard Bobby Fiddlestixs was sick. I remembered to do my homework. But best of all - there were pancakes.

17: Gold Gold, o gold, You shine on men Gold, o gold, The eyes they send Gold, o gold, They love you so much Gold, o gold, If only a touch Gold, o gold, Adored you will be Gold, o gold You’re the favorite for me

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