FC: Online Portfolio Akash Thaker Per. 4 2/10/10
2: Table of Contents 1. Where I'm From 2. My Mother's Kitchen 3. Mother to Son Poem 4. Ode to GSMST 5. Language Arts Poem 6.Choice Poem 1 7. Choice Poem 2
3: Where I'm From I’m from the Empire state I’m from the Big Apple I’m from the heart of the New Year I’m from the North of the U.S. I’m from the winters of snow I’m from the Armpit of America I’m from the Garden state I’m from the suburbs I’m from that place across the river I’m from the smelliest place on Earth I’m from the migration like birds I’m from the cross-country travel I’m from the long-distance driving I’m from the new house I’m from the Big Apple I’m the new neighbor I’m from Georgia I’m from the Empire State of the South I live near the capital of this Empire I’m from my home I’m from a “smart school” I have to study harder I have to study late I’m from the “nerd school” I’m from GSMST
4: My Mother's Kitchen My Mother's Kitchen has many tools Anyone who thinks they could use them all would be fools Along with these tools are many rules All these tools also require joules These tools vary in importance It seems like the oven has the most affluence I think this tool deserves an announcement When my sister enters the kitchen it becomes a school Then, distractions are akin to green stool The smells that come out can make you drool But time will still be cruel After the food is finished the kitchen descends into war Just like how before the food was made my mother descended upon the store After scrubbing and cleaning the kitchenware looks like pure ore This is when my sister slips out the back door No matter how much she tries to avoid My sister gets caught by my mother, annoyed A great amount of words she employed But in the end we all enjoyed
5: Life is hard but you’ll get through I know this because I know you It won’t taste like hot stew But at the end you’ll have grew You’re going to have to work to make the grade But you’ll have a lot of aid You might not have played But you sure would have prayed It might feel like there is an invisible force barring your way But if you keep pushing that force will turn into a sleigh If you don’t let yourself be brought to a stay The black will turn to gray And then into day On this quest you will embark And the path might seem dark And you may be surrounded by sharks But you will hear me hark And then you will be visited by a spark It may seem like a lot of work The walk may irk There may not be a lot of perks But soon that frown will turn into a smirk
6: GSMST is the place where the learning curve is steep It is the place where you don’t expect much sleep Here, you must learn you must sow before you reap Even if it may cause you to weep It may be cause for whine But you have to stick it through Don’t fall behind Or you may feel in class, blind This school may cause pain It may feel like it always rains It may put you under a lot of strain It may really push your brain But in the end you will surely gain This school may seem tough And the going may get a little rough But you always learn a lot of stuff But sometimes it’s not enough You may feel like you need to wail You may just want to pick a pail But you must work hard until you get that letter in the mail Because there’s always a chance you may fail | Ode to GSMST
7: Language Arts is a very hard course Most people who take it have some remorse But I know that if you work hard And take care not to be scarred Of knowledge, Language Arts can be a very good source
8: CCCC | CHOICE POEM #1 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
9: The Tiger William Blake Tiger Tiger. burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat. What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp. Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears: Did he smile His work to see? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Tiger Tiger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?