S: Glenn 1st period Tuesday, March 27, 2013
FC: Poetry Portfolio | Arturo Diaz | "Simply Me"
1: Table of Contents | 1. Through my eyes (Where I'm From poem) 2. The Mighty Kitchen (Mom's kitchen poem) 3. Maybe so (Self-Respect poem) 4. Musings of Literature (L.A. Poem)
2: Through my eyes | Through my eyes | I am from Silicone, from Windows and Google. I am from the Peach State of the south and the Isle of Enchantment even further south. I am from the colorful and vibrant Yunque, the swaying Palms of Puerto Rico and the mighty Live Oaks of Georgia. I am from the distinctive tradition of Los Reyes Magos and from the scientific minds of my parents, from Mami and Papi and Sammy. I am from the times the four of us travel together, learning about new, exiting places. I am from Musicality: pianos, violins, recorders constantly being played inside the walls of my home, and from Love of the deep, blue ocean and the light summer breeze. From “Shoot for the moon, and even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars,” and “Do your best and forget about the rest”. I am from the one and only God, from love one another and charity to others. I'm from Where the Coquis sing their sweet song at night like a relaxing melody, from fragrant Pernil and cold, juicy limbers from old San Juan.
3: From the great and passionate track and field athlete that is my grandfather, the perpetual competitor with hundreds of trophies who still will wake up to run at the crack of dawn. I am from the endless scrapbooks put together carefully by loving hands, full of happy memories and achievements stowed close by in the living room, and the hallway by the stairs that is the guardian of our family momentos. I am from English and Spanish, melding two cultures together seamlessly becoming one.
4: The Mighty Kitchen | The Kitchen, A mighty, wondrous place, Where magnificent foods are made, Where the toaster pops, And the oven dings, And the refrigerator hums away Where the chicken sits, Waiting for its bit of seasoning Before being sent to the table in its special way
5: Defrost! Boil! Bake! The kitchen comes to life, As my mother comes in, And she puts the celery under the knife Alas, for all the enchanting things the kitchen can produce, There will always be those vexatious vegetables, And always, something better off in a juice
6: Maybe so | Sometimes I make my bed, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I’ll decide to watch TED, sometimes I won’t. Depending on how I’m feeling, I might even go and eat some ice cream. It really just depends on if I’m hungry at the moment. I’m not (the average) random person. And I ain’t an edible object. But I learned not to eat glue. Because I am me. I’m not great at grammar. Or poetry either. My worth is not determined by what books I read. No matter what I will never give up I will always be human.
8: Musings of Literature | What do you think when you hear Language arts? Do you think of essays and literature books? Or do you think of Greek roots and poems? Do adjectives and verbs spring to your mind? Or does reading comprehension arise? It's fascinating to see what everyone thinks, Each person will say something different Some will think of pizza and doughnuts, Because their class is right before lunch
9: Some will think of language itself, English, Spanish, even French Me, I think of reading and writing, And books all over.. Even if the doughnut is very appealing | Some will think of language itself, English, Spanish, even French Me, I think of reading and writing, And books all over.. Even if the doughnut is very appealing....