S: Poetry Portfolio
FC: Payam Ghobadpour
3: My Mothers Kitchen, With warm smells wafting thought the air Green herbs, fresh from the garden They spice up anything Rarly is the oven dead always baking bread or broiling meat Here theres as much to learn as in a book And not just the recipies My aunt walks in to try a bit of soup In her face I see the love cooked into everything
4: O GSMST, Where sleep deprived teens trek through your halls, With our bags under our eyes as the uniform When school is done, do we go with friends to the mall? Nay, we do homework and cram for tests till 2 AM, working late is the norm’ For we are the students of GSMST Great GSMST When I feel like I cannot commit to memory One more polyatomic ion or Latin root, Or my brain will turn into C6H2(CH3)(NO2)3 And all along the walls and ceiling it will shoot, I see a Yu-Gi-Oh duel and think “Only at GSMST” O GSMST Learning things every day, things taught no place but here Gaining knowledge inside the classroom and outside of Random facts galore, the funny and obscure we revere Everything, except the homework, I love It’s worse than insomnia, the workload of GSMST
5: Ahh GSMST You are a nerd’s dream school Almost everyones a gamer (no gaming in class of course) Plus absurdity that is measurable only in Cuils Conversations in binary, losing The Game till our voices are hoarse And jokes you’d get only if you went to GSMST O wonderful GSMST You give us the skeleton key to what lies ahead And though I struggle just to make a B I know I’m preparing for the future, at least college I won’t have to dread And as my brain amasses information, growing like a katamari I must say thank you, GSMST
7: Memorizing Greek and Latin Roots, plus an essay I must write Reading stories and typing poetry late into the night, By the way, I have one question Would it be a literary transgression If I tried to fit as many syllables into the last line as I can, or would that not be right?