FC: Stephen's Poetry Stephen Wilkins 2-15-10 Glenn 1st Period
2: Table of Contents | Page 4-5 Mother to Son Page 6-7 But I'm Also From Page 8-9 Ode to GSMST Page 10-11 Parts of Speech Page 12-13 My Mother's Kitchen Page 14-15 Jabberwocky Page 16-17 Beware: Do Not Read This Poem
4: Mother to Son By: Stephen Wilkins Don't dare look at me like that You need show some respect Listen up, boy I have somethin' important to say Life is hard Life is tough There's no doubt about it It's 100% true But you have to work hard In order to take control Because if you don't take control Life will
5: Don't ever give up, boy! Don't give up! Because if you do give up It's hard to rise again There's no secret to life There's no shortcuts to success. You have to work hard and be good That's the only way for accomplishment Don't give up! Don't fall back! Just keep moving And things will turn out all right Keep working hard Don't give up! Or all hope is lost If you keep trying And keep your goals in sight You will never fail
6: But I’m Also From By: Stephen Wilkins I’m from huge sheds and overgrown fields, From long fences and from beautiful horses. But I’m also from recent modernization, From new technology and from renovation. I’m from chicken and dumplings, From fried chicken with rice and beans. But I’m also from microwavable meals, From to-go meals and from fast foods. I’m from sitting around the TV, From talking with my large family. But I’m also from the computer, From isolation and from the internet. I’m from adventures with my cousins, From the times we’ve shared together. But I’m also from chatting and texting friends, From talking to them tens of miles away.
7: I’m from a happy family and from cheerful times, From lots of laughing and from little crying. But I’m also from times of sadness, From depressions that hit like a bus. I’m from lots of happiness; from times of joy, From my loving family, from their friends But I’m also from this different life From this new river that I now flow down.
8: Ode to GSMST By: Stephen Wilkins There are those students who are smart Every school has some of them By others, they are often left apart But there is a place to save them from mayhem A place was made just for those Those who stuck out from the crowd Those who work hard and well A place, for them, that would never close Where anyone and everyone is allowed A place where they can easily excel What school can possibly be Better then this one that I attend? Even better than GSMST? If you think there's something, you need to emend The students here work the hardest There's absolutely no doubt GSMST students are the smartest ones around To any other students, this place is the toughest But to us GSMSTers, it's a simple workout As our minds never have a bound The environment, O' GSMST It brings the best out of us all The teachers, the students, even the faculty With all this, it's really hard to give up and fall
9: At GSMST, you have to do your best For everything that you are given For every worksheet, lab, quiz, or test That is how we have risen Through hard work and sheer will And not through punishment if we do ill The possibilities, O' school of wonder I can't believe your choices! Musician, architect, physicist, programmer There are so many supporting voices! There are truly infinite possibilities Here at GSMST So many things we can do with ease And we wouldn't really be unhappy We are able to choose our accomplishments And lead others through out own footprints O' amazing GSMST I wouldn't be happy without thee Your entire curriculum Seems like it's built for me I love having the GSMST life I can't imagine something any different My best of friends are all here I never have any sort of strife I look forward to school on frequent It will help me further in my path of career
10: Language Arts By: Stephen Wilkins Parts of Speech, parts of a sentence They are really quite a nuisance Some are really easy Others make me queasy But, oh what an annoyance! There are nouns and verbs and lots of other words Like them articles and those conjunctions So easy to get them backwards! Some things that cause them frowns Are those prepositions and pronouns There are too many I wish there weren't any Because they pile up and cause breakdowns
11: What truly gets on my nerves Are those certain other words from verbs Participles and Infinitives and Gerunds are all those types of words All these things get to my head There are more to to be said But I'm not going To bore you with showing How they all work and how they're read
12: My Mother's Kitchen By: Stephen Wilkins My mother's kitchen What a wonderful place to be The smells, the food in the oven It makes me want to yell "YIPEE!" My sister walks in She smells the food, too She tries to take a piece of cake And my mom tells her "It's not time for food" We spy something on the table The cursed green things! UGH! We have bad experiences with those things Tonight is oriental food night I really don't like them That's because I have to clean those foods Where do all these dead bugs come from?
13: My mother's kitchen What a wonderful place to be The smells, the food in the oven It makes me want to yell "YIPEE!"
14: Jabberwocky By: Lewis Carroll Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, Simile The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Hyperbole Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, Onomatopoeia And burbled as it came!
15: One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! Onomatopoeia He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. Word play (Triumphing + Galloping) "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. (There is an ABAB rhyme scheme across all stanzas) | Lewis Carroll made this poem very interesting to read. The lack of true "English" nouns and adjectives makes the reader imagine what they actually are. Though most of the words have actual definitions, itis very unlikely that the reader knows them. It is a very imaginative poem, and the rhythm of the poem gives the poem a feeling of completion
16: Beware: Do Not Read This Poem By: Ishmael Reed tonite, thriller was abt an ol woman , so vain she surrounded herself w/ many mirrors it got so bad that finally she locked herself indoors & her whole life became the mirrors one day the villagers broke into her house , but she was too swift for them . she disappeared into a mirror each tenant who bought the house after that , lost a loved one to the ol woman in the mirror : first a little girl then a young woman then the young woman/s husband the hunger of this poem is legendary it has taken in many victims back off from this poem Repetition it has drawn in yr feet Repetition back off from this poem it has drawn in yr legs | Beware: Do Not Read This Poem is essentially a gigantic metaphor, showing how powerful poetry really is. The lack of proper grammar in this poem shows the reader how poetry can work and still do its job. The whole mirror metaphor gist is showing just how poetry works when there is a lot of it and when someone loves it.
17: back off from this poem it is a greedy mirror metaphor you are into the poem . from the waist down nobody can hear you can they ? this poem has had you up to here belch Onomatopoeia this poem aint got no manners you cant call out frm this poem relax now & go w/ this poem move & roll on to this poem do not resist this poem this poem has yr eyes Repetition this poem has his head this poem has his arms this poem has his fingers this poem is the reader & the reader this poem statistic : the us bureau of missing persons re- ports that in 1968 over 100,000 people disappeared leaving no solid clues nor trace only a space in the lives of their friends