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S: Raveena Singh

BC: The End

FC: My Poetry Portfolio | By Raveena Singh Humanities 5 2-20-10

1: Where I’m From My Mother's Kitchen Mother to Daughter Ode to GSMST Language Arts Limerick Free verse-Viva La Vida by Coldplay Dreams Deferred By Langston Hughes | 2 3 4 5 7 8 13 | Table of Contents

2: I am a snowflake. I am from the soil on which we were nurtured, from Hershey's and Sony. I am from parents selfless like plants of sacrifice. I am from the roti that is like flat American bread and mangoes. I am from family dinner and black-haired, brown-eyed from Rashmi and Ajit. I am from the stubbornness and quiet. From karma (something you were told as a child) and what goes around comes around (another). I am from Hinduism, the misunderstood religion. I'm from the natives of India curry and fried bread. I am from the descendent's of the nonviolent Ghandi, the freedom-fighter of the second most populous country in the world. I am from Taj Mahal, where the king loved his wife so much he built her a picturesque pleasing palace celebrating their love. | Where I'm From

3: What's the first thing always on a mom's mind when there's a festivity? Food! She needs productivity! No distractions or conversational interactions. Uh-oh! The oven's on fire! Oh no! The cake is dead! Poor mom, she can't just feed the guests bread. And even though her mind is in a tire, she works on, For this determination, it is hard not to admire A miracle, green-eyed Aunt Lisa walks into the kitchen, Three hours before the party, as she is very hearty For she knew Mom needed help before she received a call. I just rushed out of the mall! Somethings wrong isn't it, hun? Together the sisters worked, It was hard not to smirk For they defeated fate And now everyone would get a taste Of perfect teamwork The day was over, the party came to an end Everybody was well fed And the sisters met in the kitchen once again Before mom could close up the day, She reflected at all of the accomplishments that occurred today. | My Mother's Kitchen

4: What's it that engulfs you when you hear a slight sound? What is it that yanks you away from perilous situations? What's it that grabs hold of you in the night? What is it that causes your insomnia? It's the thing we all have. Be it small, Be it large, Be it harmless, Be it harmful. It is the most basic emotion. For if you have it, it will surely cause a commotion. Fear. Fear causes terror. Terror causes chaos. Chaos causes confusion. Have no fear. And only if you behave. Will you be saved. From the inevitable grave. Have no fear. Be brave my dear. And if you must, lose all your trust but keep a phobia of fears. | Mother To Daughter

5: Ode to GSMST | GSMST. Why must you agonize me? Too much homework, too little time. Because of you, every day I must drink coffee. Do you even know why I feel like a mime? For I have no time to speak with my parents. They yell at me everyday To come down to dinner They say I'll become transparent If I put my food away. The thought of losing time just makes me shiver. Lets start with the school day. You must get up at six To get ready for the display And if you get late, you are in a fix. Zero period is physics, Too complex to understand. Then there's chemistry. Our teachers are cynics! Two science classes, I have to experience this all firsthand! Does anyone even have pity?

6: What's always on a Georgians mind? Georgia? Not if you go to my school. We do homework as we sit on the sofa and drink our soda. Not doing your homework is so not cool. We're just mechanized robots Trained to toil with hard work and sweat. You come home from school and open that binder. Our pages are full with inkblots and miles of notes from out textbook as we do fret for a pop quiz we may just get, so hunt for the answer GSMST. A never ending quest. The students are all on a mission To be the best and get the highest grade on the next test. To study for hours is a given The students are all driven to make phenomenal grades. They can't just sit back and watch the parade! Impressing the teachers with their wit. We've got to make sure that our memories do not degrade. As we study through the nights in the dim light shade. The students of GSMST are extremely mentally fit. I love you GSMST, despite all the things you have done to me. I sit at my desk all day, studying day and night. We are the future's destiny, as we are key For forthcoming opportunities, a campsite Is GSMST, only a temporary obstacle You give us an education no one could have imaged of before All I truly want is for me to love you more. Your students will become very fiscal. For that I do adore you, together we will find a cure And open several doors.

7: There once was a physics student from GSMST. She hoped she could identify her verbs properly. So she studied for her test on nouns, her grade was the best . And when she went home she watched grammatical TV. | Language Arts Limerick

8: Viva La Vida | I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listen as the crowd would sing "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field | Jesus “gave the word” and controlled the seas Jesus was betrayed and had to endure many things alone He used to be a king, but he had to die our salvation. People believed him after he was crucified. So on a certain way he turned over his kingship (I used to rule the world). And gave God kingship over his life. | Old king: Jesus before crucifixion New King: Jesus after his crucifixion | sermon on the mount where Jesus speaks of a wise man building his house on a rock while the foolish man builds his house on the sand to be washed away.

9: For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never Never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world It was the wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king? | Jesus was furious when the townspeople turn the temple into a marketplace and gambling den. | Metaphor | Rhyme | Repetition | Imagery

10: I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world | Biblical Allusion | Praying to God for strength | Taking message of God and Jesus around the world. | Saint Peter denied Jesus 3 times. | Betrayal of Jesus leading to his death.

11: TPCASTT | T: Viva la Vida means live life or long live. Before reading the song, I would think such a title would mean it is a song dedicated to someone respectable or someone working towards a greater cause or some sort of beneficiary. P: A person ruled the world. He sweeped streets he used to own. He caused fear in his enemy's eyes. The walls closed on him after he held the key. His castle was sinking since it was on pillars of salt and sand. There was never honesty in the kingdom when he was king. He was a puppet on a lonely string. The narrator pondered who else would have the desire to be a king. Saint Peter would not call his name. All of this was when the narrator ruled the world. C: (shown in song lyrics on previous pages) A: The author's attitude seemed sympathetic towards the whomever the song was about. The singer is speaking neutrally. The lyrics reveal his true attitude towards the person he is talking about.

12: S: There are several shifts between the stanzas of the song. The song begins with a description of the past. This gives us background information as to what occurred before. Then, in the third stanza, the son begins to come into the present tense and give us a sense of person. We feel like we are within the poem when he gives descriptions such as "I hear Jerusalem bells ringing". This makes the song more human in one sense. He repeats phrases like "But that was when I ruled the world" which shows us there changes occurred after his downfall. All of the shifts help to make the song at a more advanced level. They contribute to the mood and understanding of the meaning of the song. T: After listening the song, and evaluating the extended metaphor the song contains, I can tell the song is saying bless Jesus and long live Jesus' accomplishments. I think the song was based off of faith for him. Depending on what you think the metaphor means, your interpretation of the title will change. T: The theme of the song is that bad things can happen to good people.

13: A Dream Deferred | What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? | Dreams | Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

14: Analysis | Each stanza uses a simile to begin the question with. "like a raisin in the sun" "like rotton meat" There is also imagery. "stink like rotton meat" "fester like a sore" "Dream Deferred" by Langston Hughes is asking what happens to a wish or desire that you put off or do nothing about. The poem asks several rhetorical questions in turn to answer the main question. The theme is that delaying ones dreams can lead to chaos.

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