S: Kathleen's Poetry!
FC: Kathleen Bradbury Poetry Portfolio | 1-2 Block Due: March 29, 2012
1: If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. -David Carradine
3: Table of Contents | Where I'm From- Page 4-5 Self Respect- Page 6-7 My Mother's Kitchen- Page 8-9 LA Poem- Page 10-11
4: I am from Pop tarts, from de-tangling spray and goggles I am from the 1 story house with the 2 islands of trees in the back. I am from the Gardenia bushes and Pine Needles. I am from Christmas Eve candlelight services and bad eyesight. From Muguet and Neal and My sister Virginia I am from the Kindheartedness and stubbornness. From “God made you special and He loves you very much” and “Say Please and Thank You” | Where I'm From
5: I am from Early Sunday School mornings, and Vacation Bible School I'm from Lawrenceville Georgia, Bacon, and Steak From the broken swing outside, worn from so much use, the 14 hour road trips to South Florida every Christmas, and the Friday Nights at my Grandmother's I am from the Memory Bin in the attic waiting to tell its tales.
6: Self Respect
7: Sometimes I straighten my hair, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I’ll care what I look like sometimes I won’t. Depending on how I feel, I might even listen to my mirror But most days, I don’t care about who’s fairer. It really just depends on MY mood. I’m not the average teenage girl. And I ain’t the girl next door. But I learned I’m special. Because I am individual I’m not perfect, But my worth is not determined by what you think. And No matter what you say or what I look like I will always be me.
8: MMM, I smell pork chops Seasoned to perfection Or maybe that’s the garlic bread That’s getting my attention. Could that be bacon I hear? Sizzling on the heat? I mean, it’s already dead, Let’s not waste its meat. Let me check the fridge WAIT! Is that green? All I know is it better not Be some lima beans. | MY MOTHER'S K I T C H E N
9: I can’t take it anymore I start to chow down When my mother walks in Wearing a frown But the deed is done There’s nothing left But in an hour It comes again, Much to my regret. | But as I’m walking out Something catches my eye A batch of cookies from the oven In an enormous supply
10: Language Arts isn’t just words on paper It’s more fun than learning about elements and vapor. It takes appreciation And Participation | Language Arts is not just writing and reading only It’s creating and making connections when you’re lonely. It takes passion And action | Language arts isn’t just punctuation and vocabulary It’s English and it’s evolutionary. It takes time And it’s more than just a few simple rhymes. | What's Language Arts?