S: Aimee Moise
FC: My Poetry Portfolio Aimee Moise
1: Table of Contents Pictures pg. 2-3 Where I'm From pg. 4-5 My Mother's Kitchen pg. 6-7 Mother to Daughter pg. 8-9 Ode to GSMST pg. 9-10 Language Arts pg. 11-12 The Agony of Romance pg. 13-14 That Don't Impress Me Much pg. 15-16 More Pictures pg. 17-18
5: “Where I’m From” I’m from the City of Rockets, The city of UAH, Of Clay, Of Engineers, Of High Expectations, Of “I know you can.” I’m from three-hour waits Behind those crazy drivers. From that “Infamous Georgia Red Clay” From not-so-“Hot-lanta” I’m from three-hour rides To here and To there. From “Hi Mom” From “Hi Dad” I’m from what should be “Bonjour” And really is “Hola.” From willingness To work week in and week out I’m from Math, and Science, and Technology. From Goodbye to BFFL’s From Hello to all of this new
7: My Mother's Kitchen I Can See My Mother's Kitchen, Right Down the Hall. Try As I Might, I Smell Nothing Cooking. I Can See the Empty Oven, Just Waiting for That Dead Chicken. I Can See the Green Stems, Of the Flowers on the Wall. I Can See My Grandma Walk In, And Change It All.
9: Mother to Daughter Sit down here darling, Though I Know You Do Not What To, I’ve Got Some Stuff, I Think You Need To Know. You Must Know, You Are Strong, You Know What You Want, And How To Get It. I Think You Know, To Live Your Life, Your Life to the Fullest, And Not to Dwell. I Know You're Smart, You Know To Always Forgive, And To Sometimes Forget, To Move On. I Know That You Know, That You Can Make It, That You Are Strong, Stronger Than Me.
11: Now What Do I Say, About This Place Called GSMST? Where We All Stay, Though It Is Easy To See, Just the Way It Affects Us All, Some Is Good, and Some is Bad, We Can Look To the Future, And Have Such a Ball, This Is Not Just a Fad, As You May Easily Picture. This Place Has Opened Its Doors, To Allow All That Can To Invade, That Believe That Can Keep the Scores, And Don’t Need Much Aid, It Makes Us Strong, And Helps Us Believe We Can Succeed, And Know What We Can Do, And Know That We Can Belong, And Know What We Need, And Tell What Is True. I Believe In You, The Newest That Arrive, You Know What to Do, To Remain Alive, This Place Isn’t So Bad, It Is Actually Very Nice, You Learn All You Can, To Keep From Going Mad, No Need to Sacrifice, That Essential Plan. | GSMST Can Bring You Up, And Give You a Hand, Give You the Close-up, So You Understand, Why You Came Here, To This Random Place, That You That You Barely Know, And Kind of Fear, With A Crazy Pace, That Makes You Grow. I Think I Like This, This Complete Insanity, I Believe I’m In Bliss, It Controls the Vanity, It Requires Massive Strength, To Handle It, This Madness, At This Length, I Can Admit, It May Lead To Sadness. | Ode To GSMST
13: Reader, Writer, and Analyst, In Language Arts Class There Is That List, You Got That to Look To, It's What You Gotta Do, To Get Up to the Top and Assist. Essays, Poetry, and Even More, You Had Better Hope You Do Not Bore, ‘Cause It Won't Ever Stop, Must Keep On Till You Drop, That is Essentially the Core. Verbs, Nouns, Adjectives, You Must Attack, All That Grammar, Man, It Takes Me Back, Though It Is Not Very Far, It's Enough That It's Bizarre, Grammar, Something That You Must Not Lack. Commas, Periods. Question Marks? Exclamation Points! All Of These And Many, Many More Make Up The Joints. That Hold What You Say, And Can Make It Stay. So That What You Write, or Speak Easily Makes Your Point. Language Arts Can Be Very Fun, Only Thing's That It's Not Done, Even When You Are Out of Class, The Need for What You've Learned Won't Pass, What I Have Said Is Not A Pun. | Language Arts
14: This song is saying that it doesn't really matter what your job is, what truly matters is what is in your heart, and how you treat a person. There is a rhyme scheme where most lines rhyme according to (aabb...). | My Analysis
15: I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart But you've got being right down to an art You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall You're a regular original, a know-it-all Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else Okay, so you're a rocket scientist That don't impress me much So you got the brain but have you got the touch Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night That don't impress me much I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket And a comb up his sleeve-just in case And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it 'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else Okay, so you're Brad Pitt That don't impress me much So you got the looks but have you got the touch Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night That don't impress me much | You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in I can't believe you kiss your car good night C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right! Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else Okay, so you've got a car That don't impress me much So you got the moves but have you got the touch Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night That don't impress me much You think you're cool but have you got the touch Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night That don't impress me much Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something... Oo-Oh-Oh That don't impress me much! Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-No Alright! Alright! You're Tarzan! Captain Kirk maybe. John Wayne. Whatever! That don't impress me much! | That Don't Impress Me Much | By: Shania Twain
16: This poem is about how love/romance is incredibly painful, and event through this pain it is completely unavoidable. This pain is what called people back, they cannot help falling in love. They love the pain, the openness, the vulnerability, and the complete unpredictable quality of love, of feeling. This poem is free-verse, each stanza is a different length. Each stanza does have Enjambment and Parallelism. | My Analysis
17: The agony of romance, Is that fluttering feeling in your stomach, That shortness of breath, That overall shaky feeling. Then there's the first date, An innocent brush of hands, Signaling for so much more, You're feeling so insecure, Maybe they'll walk you home afterwards, And the night's activities will seem worth while. Maybe, You'll back out of it, The night before, An hour before, Or even a moment before. And you're always wondering what it would have been like. | And if you DO go through with it, And everything went well, You're always worrying, About the 2nd, 3rd, or 4th date, Or even if you'll get that far! It all goes too fast, It's a dizzying ride, And before you know it, It could all be over, Or it could have just begun. Romance is unpredictable, Almost a game, Trouble around every turn, You'll be terrified, Left open, And it will drive you completely insane, The bitter, agonizing part of romance, Is the same reason you always fall in love. | The Agony of Romance | BY: Brianna Lively