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BC: By : Kelly Glennon
FC: Poetry Portfolio By: Kelly Glennon 00 period 2/18/09
1: Table of Contents: Where I'm From ____Page 1 My Mothers Kitchen _Page 2 Mother to Daughter____Page 3 Ode to GSMST_____Page 4 Language Arts Limerick_Page 5 Fairy-Land__________Page 6 I will Follow You Into The Dark ______________Page 7
2: Where I'm From .... I'm from shinning stars and lonely dirt roads, from barren lands and scorching suns, icy waters ever reaching stealing into the night. From lonesome howls crying toward the moon forever seeking what shall never be found, seeing what will never be obtained, Searching for a non-existent truth. I'm from cool winters From both peace and war from death and sorrowful times, Irrevocable, impenetrable truths. I'm from "do what you must and never look back" From a generation with no need for regret I'm from the careless and the calculated The caring an the cruel. I'm from the tinkling piano keys As pale fingers brush ivory taming the green stained finish. From the strum of a guitar who shall forever remain retired Un-surfacing, buried, forgotten. I'm from the harsh allusion of forever And the stubbornness to accept its deceiving truth. I'm from the closing door, the empty alter, the misplaced soul
4: My Mothers Kitchen A place of enchantment and wonder the green eyes of Kayla gleam, her image clear within the reflection upon the oven, her face stern, brow furrowed. Her sister tugs upon her sleeve, AFleeting glance, An aching sigh She sees only that which she cannot understand; They peer at her, though they shall never truly see , Once filled to the brim with confidence this girl, this child, But no more. Dead hands grasp for a hot burning fire, Scorching her skin, burning away all she is; Which she can no longer reach. They see her, but they do not see what she is, The energy which they have drained so carelessly, the future they have squelched. The gleam they have smothered.
6: Mother to Daughter poem She said to me "child", In the midst of her stride, "The stars which shine so bright, They may not always be seen at night" She said to me "child" in the midst of her stride, "That light which guides you through the night, it ma not always light" She said to me "child", Her voice growing wild "Your fire will die as your compassion and desire fade,, Hold fast." She said to me "child" in the midst of her stride hold tight to your embers, they are your humanity, but with your heart they shall fade. She said to me "child", her eyes growing wild, Ignite your embers for ice is ever reaching, and it clings and chills the skin, Chills the heart, takes your compassion. She said to me "child", Her voice softly fading, her embers dwindling. "Hold fast in your stride for ice is slippery and though your fire may glow, the winds will always blow."
8: Ode to GSMST In ode to you I speak, through compassion reaching deep, to thee who steals all of my sleep. In ode to you I speak, With love of course burning deep, To thee who I travel far to see, a morning course forever tormenting me. An ode to you I speak, To my second home, my keep. To my engulfing walls of four year shelter keeping me from unknown havoc. An ode to you I speak, to thee who houses all I seek. To the opening doors, of unknown joys Of vast opportunity.
10: Language Arts Limerick There once was a limerick to language, who spoke of strange And wondrous reigns Of kings and thanes Across the conjunctions of lanes. It spoke of the bounty of verbs in that county, Such wondrous actions and treacherous factions Of tenses that could not agree upon actions. There once was a limerick to language, Such figurative and mystical strangeness Came over the lands of pagan's and priests, as they kissed the streets praising glorious nouns for all of the profound and treacherous treats.
12: Fairy-Land By: Edgar Alan Poe Dim va;es- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over Huge moons there wax and wane- - Again- again- again Every moment of the night- Forever changing places- And they put out the star-light With the breath form their palefaces. About twelve by the moon-dial, One more filmy than the rest (A kind which, upon trial, They have found to be the best) Comes down-still down- and down, With its center on the crown Of a mountains eminence, While its wide circumference In easy drapery falls Over hamlets, over halls, Wherever they may be- O'er the strange woods- o'er the sea- Over spirits on the wing- Over every drowsy thing- And buries them up quite In a labyrinth of light- And then, how deep!- O, deep!
13: Is the passion of their sleep, In the morning they arise, And their moon covering Soaring in the skies, With the tempests as they toss, Like- almost anything- Or a yellow Albatross. They use that moon no more For the same end as before- Videlicet, a tent- Which I think extravagant: Its atomies, however, into a shower dissever, Of which those butterflies Of Earth, who seek the skies, And so come down again, (Never- contented things!) Have brought a specimen Upon their quivering wings.
14: "I Will Follow You Into The Dar" By: Ben Gibbard Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the nos on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black And I held my tongue as she told me "Son fear is the heart of love" So i never went back If heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the nos on their vacancy signs If there's no one bedside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark
15: Our Bridal Party | You and me have seen everything to see From Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry about 'cause we'll hold each other soon In the blackest of rooms I Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark Then I'll follow you into the dark