BC: The End
FC: Michael Rayalu | Poetry Portfolio
1: Table of Contents 1.Where I’m from . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Pg 2 2.My Mother’s Kitchen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Pg 6 3.Mother to Son . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Pg 8 4.Ode to GSMST . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Pg 9 5.Language Arts Poem . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Pg 12 6.“Drops of Jupiter” by Train Song Analysis . . . .Pg 13 7.“A Noiseless Patient Spider” by Walt Whitman analysis . . . . . . . . .Pg 16
2: I Am From... I am from my big, comfy bed with warm covers I am from the rows of medals, medallions, and trophies that shine like gold I am from my closet, where miscellaneous items are strewn across the carpet I am from an unorganized room with clothes, un-findable I am from a blaring world of music that never stops I am from my room I am from my cool, cozy, couch which I joyfully play my Wii I am from my garden, where vegetables grow plentifully I am from my computer, where my eyes are glued while playing games I am from my home theater where I joyfully watch movies with friends I am from my house
3: I am from (continued) I am from the grills that are smothered with smoldering coals I am from the sidewalk with the ice cream truck passing by, playing its incessant music I am from the swimming pool, in which children’s laughter is everywhere I am from the lawns where holiday decorations are galore I am from my neighborhood I am from my brother Sam, who I’ve had 12 great years with, before eloping to college I am from my cousin Nathan, who promises me he will have unlocked new cars on Need for Speed next time I visit him I am from my dad, who makes me study hard so I do well later on in life I am from my innocent, but tough, fearless three-year old cousin who gazes at night and refuses to be pushed around by boys her age I am from my mother who annoys me constantly I am from my family
4: I am from (continued) I am from my mom’s monstrous voice who wakes me up every morning after I turn off the alarm clock and yells at the top of her voice waking up everyone else, “MICHAEL GET UP OR YOU’RE WALKING TO SCHOOL.” I am from my bellowing brother’s that shouts, “If you annoy me one more time, you’re really going to regret it.” I am from my dad’s demanding voice that tells me to set my alarm clock and turn off the stereo every night. I am from my family sayings. I am from my kitchen in which an aroma of spices fills the air I am from the smell of waffles, wafting, through the house I am from sizzling chicken, that my mom slowly simmers I am from the sprinkle of spices on seasoned seafood I am from my family food. I am from India, an ocean away, but yet so close I am from friends that will never be forgotten I’m from hot lonely long showers I am from a book of memories that adds a new page every day.
6: “Hurry up and come to kitchen. Your thing is burning!” my mom screams. She looks in the oven and lets out a yelp “How could you overcook this great recipe?” The healthy palate filled with green vegetables and a bit of chicken was a sight to be seen As I turned the gas off, my brother walks in and questions me, “What is that smell?” | My Mother's Kitchen
7: My Mother's Kitchen | He sees it opens it and screams at me In the end, I have to clean it up In the process of doing so, I stick my hands in the oven and hear a crinkly crunch Is that a bug I see? Fried to death I now realize my mistake and know that I should be careful when dealing with my oven and invaders
8: Mother to Son Well, son I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no airplane ride It has had bumps And tight turns And turbulence And bad food, Horrible But I always get to my destination. Whether it be cross-country, Or trans-continental, Or trans-oceanic. Finally the airplane begins its descent, Slowly, Gently It comes to a stop And life for me ain’t been no airplane ride
9: Ode to GSMST GSMST is my school At times it is very irritating Other times, I know that it will be a tool But at times, it’s so frustrating For some people, GSMST is a dream Some can only hope to get there But there are upsides to it For some people, GSMST is supreme But I strive to breathe the open air I have no other choice, because I’ve already committed The workload is very intense Some people can handle it Others just sit on the fence I am split Many people come to school bug-eyed Others come fresh as a baby But I am in-between The ones that are bug-eyed, will have future pride Someday, I will catch up, just maybe Hopefully, I will come out clean
10: Ode to GSMST Every day is a new day It’s sometimes full of exciting things But it was different today We imagined if we could take a trip to Saratoga Springs It was a bit absurd But what can you expect With a class so small Maybe it was just the nerds And now we have a project This is off the wall! Here I am Struggling on my big project I’m just trying to cram I don’t know if this is correct In my opinion, it’s going fine But only time will tell That is the time when I get my grade Oh man, I wish I was nine That would be swell This would aid me greatly
11: Ode to GSMST Here I am Nearing the end Preparing for my exams Depending on my friends To get me through I’m almost there I can taste the glory While I find some clues As I soar the open air At GSMST, I’ll get through with my crew
12: Language Arts Limerick Here I am in Language Arts Everyday’s a new start I’m here to learn But I just want to return To my house where I can be a fart
13: Drops of Jupiter Song Analysis Train Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey (repetition) She acts like Summer and walks like rain (simile x2) Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey, hey, hey (alliteration) (repetition) Since the return from her stay on the moon She listens like Spring and she talks like June, hey, hey hey, hey, (alliteration) (simile x2) hey, hey (repetition) Tell me, did you sail across the sun? (alliteration) Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded (alliteration) And that Heaven is overrated?
14: Drops of Jupiter(continued) Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? (alliteration) One without a permanent scar (rhyme) And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there? (alliteration) Now that she's back from that soul vacation (rhyme) Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey (repetition) She checks out Mozart while she does Tae Bo (rhyme) Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey, hey, yeah (alliteration) (repetition) Now that she's back in the atmosphere I'm afraid that she might think of me as Plain ol' Jane told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? (alliteration x2) Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the Milky Way? (rhyme) (repetition) And tell me, did Venus blow your mind? Was it everything you wanted to find (rhyme) And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there? (repetition) (rhyme) Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken Your best friend always sticking up for you? Even when I know you're wrong (rhyme) Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance, five hour phone conversation? The best soy latte that you ever had, and me?
15: Drops of Jupiter(continued) But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? (alliteration x2) Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back toward the Milky Way? (rhyme) (alliteration) And tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that Heaven is overrated? (rhyme) (alliteration) Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar (rhyme) And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself? Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (repetition) And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? (rhyme) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (repetition) And did you fall for a shooting star? Fall for a shooting star? (repetition) (alliteration) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (repetition) And are you lonely looking for yourself out there? (alliteration)
16: A Noiseless Patient Spider Walt Whitman A noiseless patient spider, I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated, Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. Analysis Title: I think "A Noiseless Patient Spider" is about a noiseless, patient spider and its actions. Some of its actions could be as simple as spending time making its web with perfection. Also, when you think of spiders, you think creepy, crawly, scary; this title makes you think gentle, kind, and quiet. Paraphrase: First Stanza – He's watching the noiseless, patient spider spin his web. Second Stanza – In this stanza, he is talking to himself and saying that just like a poet has to reach out and connect things to make poetry, a spider must as well connect filaments of a web.
17: A Noiseless Patient Spider Analysis Connotation: Whitman uses many different hidden poetic devices through this poem. He does not use any similes or metaphors, but he does use repetition and repeated endings. An example of repetition, ". . .filament, filament, filament. . . surrounded, surrounded. . ." "O my soul" as well as "Till" are used often. Whitman repeats endings consecutively, "Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing. . ." A paradox is also used, "Surrounded, detached in measureless oceans of space. . ." Even though spiders are merely spectators in this world, it's surrounded by it but it has come apart in some places enough to be able to sew them back together. There is a little alliteration as well, "vacant, vast. . ." Imagery is used a lot to give the reader a sense of where the spider is, ". . .little promontory. . .oceans of space. . .gossamer thread. . ." Attitude: The attitude of this poem has good intentions, for example to keep your mind open and watch others. The poet also shows admiration for the work and intricacy of the spider's web.
18: A Noiseless Ptient Spider Analysis Shift: The first stanza is about the spider spinning its web. In the second stanza it shifts the focus from the spider to his soul. In the last line, it goes back to the spider. There're are a few more periodical shifts. Title: After thoroughly analyzing the poem, I take the title in a new light. We now know more about the spider and can infer that the spider acts as the narrator's soul. It says noiseless because it observes only with its eyes. Theme: The theme is to be patient and keep your eyes open and make connections that will positively impact your life in the future. Just because a few may not have worked out, you should be able to persevere and be successful.