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FC: By: Princeton Joseph February 22, 2010 First Period | My Poetry Portfolio
1: Table of Contents | 1. Where I'm From Pg. 2-3 2. My Mother's Kitchen Pg. 4-5 3. Mother to Son Pg. 6-7 4. Ode to GSMST Pg. 8-9 5. Language Arts Pg. 10-11 6. There Will Come Pg. 12-13 Soft Rains 7. I Dream'd in a Dream Pg. 14-15
2: Where I'm From I am from the nation of India and relatives who have fought for their independence I am from the soft breeze one feels next to the ocean From Pb&j, subs, and very spicy food I am from the smell of banana trees outside my open window And the sound of my grandmother watering watermelon vines I am from growing pumpkins every Halloween
3: I am from a mom and dad with a s trong work ethic And who never have seasonal allergies From stories of Santa Claus eating cookies with me every Christmas, And stories of a tooth fairy being so rich that she exchanges teeth for money I am from early morning breeze as i lay down in my hammock from night of roasting marshmallows and evenings playing basketball . | till I was drenched with sweat By: Princeton Joseph
4: Mother's Kitchen My mother's kitchen is a great place Nothing there of disgrace Only green cookies and cake I eat a lot of it when I am on break Dead chicken is baked in the oven and served While eating nothing is conferred Not a word is spoken while eating, it is that good I do the best I could O hark who art thou walking in here Tis only my sister telling me not to fear For she is here is to cook I stared in horror and she said, “Don't give me that look.”
5: Why isn't Mom cooking I scream You don't know how to use whipped cream This is such a crime And for the first time My mother's kitchen is a bad place Everything there is of disgrace Only green meat and bad cake I wish to leave and go on a break Until, my Mom comes to cook By: Princeton Joseph
6: Mother to Son My son listen, carefully For I speak words of wisdom No don’t laugh, listen to me I have been living life longer than you I’ve seen billionaires crumble to dust Work hard my son Money earned quickly goes away quickly Look at me, I had no opportunities But look at you the world is at your hands Don’t waste your life
7: I’ve tried my best I brought you up Do not give up I’ve been through all hardships but I still keep moving on My son listen, carefully For I speak words of wisdom No don’t laugh, listen to me I have been living life longer than you | By: Princeton Joseph
8: Ode To GSMST O what school is better than all Where students take a risk and some make a fall I speak to thou of GSMST Where the best of the best goes To our forefathers we owe To make a school as GSMST Nerds are plentiful and genius is accompanied But work and pressure is also carried Only at GSMST Ye homework and project are collage level Best to restrain us to keep from revel For all is work at GSMST Some students thrive and others fail For only the studious hail Not for everyone is GSMST This is me ode to GSMST A place in which I am honored to be For there is no other experience than going to GSMST By: Princeton Joseph
10: Language Arts Poem Of the subject Language Arts many things come to mind similes, metaphors, and hyperboles, and many more of that kind They show interest And put a poem to the test I now wish to remind That a simile is the best For the compare something to the rest like a metaphor but more fun They add flavor like the sun To know of the simile I am blessed Now a metaphor also compares But not using “like” or “as” it fairs When using a metaphor it is crisp and abstract There is not room to interact But the meaning is strong enough to react
11: By: Princeton Joseph | Now a metaphor also compares But not using “like” or “as” it fairs When using a metaphor it is crisp and abstract There is not room to interact But the meaning is strong enough to react A hyperbole is the funniest of its kind For it bring impossibilities and plays with the mind It is an exaggeration at the very least It is like self rising yeast Language Arts is fun but this the end of the rhyme
12: This poem has a rhyme scheme of: AA, BB, CC, DD, EE, FF. The underlying message in this poem is that though mankind may destroy themselves and be no more. Nature will keep going and thrive.
13: There Will Come Soft Rains There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone. By: Sara Teasdale
14: This poem is saying that the idea of a city on Earth invincible to the rest of the Earth is so crazy that it can only occur in dreams in dreams. And that if there where such a place, than everyone loved and was friends with everyone else. And the quality of their friendship can be seen in them.
15: I Dream'd in a Dream by Walt Whitman I DREAM'D in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I dream'd that was the new city of Friends, Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest, It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city, And in all their looks and words.