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Su Gao' Poetry Portfolio

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FC: My Poetry Portfolio | By: Su Gao

1: Table of Contents | Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 | where I'm from Mother's kitchen Mother to son language arts limerick ode to GSMST ode continued Robert Frost poem Langston Hughes Poem

2: Where I am from | I am from maple trees, from maple syrup and hockey. I am from the winter snow. I am from the maple leaf, the Blue flag iris. I am from ice skating and respect, from Guitao Gao and Liu Pei Mei and Gao. I am from sports and video games. From stories as mythical as dragons and poems that are magical. I am from no religion. From trying to find a god. I'm from China, from dumplings and rice. From the death of my grandma. From the success of my grandpa from the army. I am from the room where all memories are stored for they are as precious as diamonds.

3: Sounds of pots bumping loudly Mother and father cooking proudly Trying to fix a feast Fit for a large beast Soup and broth boiling over hot water Almost ready for the hungry eater In the kitchen he big hot oven Was cooking a chicken and ready to be opened The big oven sat in the corner And wasn't turning younger It needed to be used But at least it wasn't abused At last the meal was ready And the meal very meaty Hungry children stared at the food As if they had not seen anything that good The children, mother and father started to eat All was consumed even the meat The oven sat still in the side Like it was trying to hide | Mother's Kitchen

4: Son don't forget that you are important Don't let people bring you down Don't let people trick you Don't let people make you feel useless Remember if you make a mistake It isn't too late To try again and succeed at it Don't forget to try harder next time You may not want to listen to me But you will need my advice To get on further into life For without my help you cannot survive Remember that you are my son And that I am your mother I know you want independence But you will still be dependent on me So take my last advice Never to give up at something No matter how hard it might seem Because the reward will pay off of your hard work | Mother to son

5: A man who thought he was the best Was beaten by a school boy who failed tests The man got beaten for he has no skills By the boy's awesome rhyming skills

6: Ode to GSMST O GSMST the greatest school It is not an average school but a superb one All the student and teachers are cool GSMST makes us work to our bones Here the learning seems unreal We have no time for songs and cell phones Yet all pays off in our future goal To become the best we all can be And not some wannabees O GSMST this is why thou help us achieve all of our hopes. From day to night we are busy Not a single moment left for us to do stuff that are easy But all of this will help For we won't have to yelp When we grow older and have jobs We won't have to work tons We are like machines Well programmed to do everything right We are unlike ordinary teens We say good morning you say good night Although we have so much work We are still as happy as a clam Because we can compete with each other over schoolwork And compete other school programs We are elite students and will not work as a clerk We can ace any exam We are GSMST we define teamwork We are smart and cannot fall for a scam We can finish any homework For we are GSMST and we are stronger than one million rams

7: GSMST is hope and diversity Everyone, small, tall, skinny, fat are all welcome Come in come in do not worry No one here at GSMST is dumb We are not choosy Diversity is the reason that we are united as a kingdom Because of diversity we are as strong as the US army Without this magnificent school we are all but awesome Because of this school we are not crappy Because of this school we are not bums O GSMST how to thank you for making us all but carefree Thank GSMST for bringing the full potential of all students For without you we are unorganized GSMST helped us to be less absent in our minds It helped us to expect the unexpected then to be surprised Without GSMST we would be people walking wearing blinds Now problems seem clearer and not disguised Our thoughts are no longer blown away by the winds And because of GSMST we are all advised We are advised information of all kinds For this is why GSMST is the greatest school and should not be despised

8: The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behing the other Under the sunset far into Vermont. And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, As it ran light, or had to bear a load. And nothing happened: day was all but done. Call it a day, I wish they might have said To please the boy by giving him the half hour That a boy counts so much when saved from work. His sister stood beside him in her apron To tell them "Supper." At the word, the saw, As if it meant to prove saws know what supper meant, Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap - He must have given the hand. However it was, Neither refused the meeting. But the hand! Half in appeal, but half as if to keep The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all - Since he was old enough to know, big boy Doing a man's work, though a child at heart - He saw all was spoiled. "Don't let him cut my hand off - The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!" So. The hand was gone already. The doctor put him in the dark of ether. He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. And then - the watcher at his pulse took a fright. No one believed. They listened to his heart. Little - less - nothing! - and that ended it. No more to build on there. And they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs. | Out Out by: Robert Frost

9: I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America. | I too sing America By:Langston Hughes

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