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Nikhil Gangasani October 22, 2010 Online Poetry Portfolio

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FC: Nikhil Gangasani October 22, 2010 3rd Block Online Poetry Portfolio

1: Table of Contents Page 2: Where I'm From poem Page 3: Self- Respect poem Page 4: My Mother's Kitchen poem Page 5: Language Arts poem

2: Where I am From I am from orange basketballs from Nike. I am from Xbox 360 from Microsoft. I am from the shady, safe sanctuary which gives me warmth I am from the peach tree which towers over the average human. I am from watching sports championships and curiosity, I am from Sreeni, a father like a drill sergeant and Madhavi Gangasani, a mother that is a bear in the mornings I am from the strict rules and family meetings. I am from Humpty Dumpty and Jack and the Beanstalk I am from Brahma, the Hindu god of creation, Vishnu, the Hindu god of preservation, and Shiva, the god of destruction of evil I am from Hinduism I'm from Michigan and India , the country of my ancestors and me I am from omelets and dosas, which taste just as good in the morning as in the evening I am from the aunt with six fingers, the one who always was kind to me, and the friendly, sociable uncle who was almost killed in a bomb blast attack. I am from a box in my parent's closet, Dusty and wooden, which holds the memories of those relatives that lived long before I was born into this world.

3: Self Respect Poem Lying Sometimes I lie, sometimes I don’t Sometimes I hide the truth, sometimes I won’t Depends on the matter at hand, It might not be important It just really depends how I feel about it, I’m not (the average) liar And I ain’t one to tell a lie all the time But I learned to lie about some things Because I feel they do not need to be disclosed I’m not satisfied by lying My worth is not determined by the lies I tell No matter what I lie about.

4: Kitchen Poem Everyday my mother cooks a good meal In her kitchen filled with pots and pans When I eat her meals I cannot help but feel A feeling greater than any other meal When my sister walks into the kitchen she asks, “Is the food ready yet?” My mother replies with great patience, “Help me chop the green okra.” While the dead, raw chicken waits to be cooked My mother retrieves some pots and pans She also begins to bake a pie She puts the pie in the oven Then, the chicken is placed in the pot My mother adds many herbs and spices to it These add great flavor to the chicken Then once the chicken is cooked, she takes the pie out of the oven. Finally, when the great feast begins We put the tasty food down our throats But when the feast is over The cook is given the job of cleaning.

5: Language Arts Poem I really enjoy language arts And the taste of cinnamon pop tarts We read interesting stories and play a review game In 3rd Block Shaffer and Willie have much fame Mrs. Glenn is always in a good mood She also knows how to have fun To the students she is never lewd She's nice enough to help us get our work done When language arts ends in December I will miss the experiences I had Jokes about Aphrodite I will remember The fact that this class is only half a semester is bad.

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  • Title: Nikhil Gangasani October 22, 2010 Online Poetry Portfolio
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  • Published: about 9 years ago