FC: Alex Gomez 3-27-12 Period 1-2 Online Poetry Portfolio
1: Table of Contents | Where I'm From Poem: Pg. 1-2 Self-Respect Poem: Pg. My Mother's Kitchen Poem: Pg. Language Arts Poem: Pg.
2: I came, I saw, I am I’m from the unknown knowledge, kept within the pages of a book, from the conversions made possible with Samsung, and the many hours spent in front of a computer screen. I’m from the scorching, serene suburbs of the south, the sweet smell of the ocean, and the cool sand under my toes. I’m from the rocks of this Earth, the stubbornness and resistance to give in. I am like a mountain, unmoving and set in my way. I’m from a family of travelers, whom journey the world together, and generous givers, that believe it is better to give than to receive, from my parents Cindy and Frank and our known name, The Gomez Gang. I’m from a family of people whom enjoy spending time with other people. I’m from a family of movie watchers, whom immerse themselves in the gripping action, and enjoy the colorful animations of funny characters and their antics. From the idea that, even though there will be many challenges in my life, I should never give up, and failure is not an option. I’m from the science of this world, of how we came to be, and evolved through millions of years from the elements of the stars. I’m from the warm, sunny state of Florida, the far off lands of Cuba, Ireland, and Germany, the places of delicious carnitas and corn beef and cabbage. I’m from the work and energy depriving sugarcane fields of Cuba From Joaquin who had no choice but work as a slave, for the freedom of his family, and the fear of starting anew, in a land unknown. I’m from France, Italy, Turkey, Bermuda, Nevada, and Washington to name a few, Whose collected currencies are as multi colored as the rainbow. Pictures of the Tower of Pisa and the streets of Barcelona show my experiences, Greek God statues from Greece are solid reminders of the beauty my eyes have sensed. Journals of my days spent on a ten hour bus rides through the winding roads of Nice, and photo albums that my mom has made, remind me of the places that I have been, and make part of who I am. | Where I'm From
4: Sometimes I act stubborn, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I help out, sometimes I won’t. Depend on the circumstances, I might even shout. It really just depends on how I am feeling. I’m not (the average) kind of kid. And I ain’t all that different. But I learned to be myself Because I am self sufficient. I’m not relying on others. My worth is not determined by what others will do for me. No matter what I am my own person, I will always be responsible for me. | Self Respect
6: The hard wood floor remains untouched, With remains of the delicious food cooked, Not found. Chairs like palm trees, Surround the floor like a ring of islands, And the green leaves, Encircling the room like the vines in a forest. A sparkling room of white tile, Filled with the utensils for crafting the delicious Masterpieces of the kitchen. The cold and black oven, As barren as the dark of night. The dead remains of food overcooked, Are luckily not stored within. But when my mother walks in, This wonderful place becomes even greater, With the tools in work, And creations being made. The kitchen may not be a place for many, But for the few, It is a place of relief and harmony. Where the few may use their talents, For feeding the many. | My Mother's Kitchen
8: Literature is a beautiful form of expression, In written form, given to us mortal men, By such greats as Shakespeare. In English class, The words flow forth unto our papers, Increasing our vocabulary and reading comprehension. Mrs. Glenn, bestows the knowledge Of Greek Roots, adjectives, g.u.m.s, Upon the unknowing minds of her students. Her wisdom enlightens our dull and dreary lives. | Language Arts Poem