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Online Poetry Portfolio

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FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Justin Ashtiani October 22nd, 2010 6/7 Period

1: Table of Contents 1.Where I’m From Poem 2.Self Respect Poem 3.My Mother’s Kitchen Poem 4.Language Arts Poem

3: Where I’m From By: Justin Ashtiani I am from trains, from Legos, and robots. I am from the messy playroom full of plastic bricks, metal screws, wrenches, and screwdrivers. I am from the tree whose branches are wide and strong, to form a long and sturdy structure for a new playhouse, the oak tree. I am from chocolate, salmon, and beef kabobs, from Ashtiani and Kennedy. I am from the Clue and Monopoly players and ocean lovers. From stop talking so much at the dinner table and no more chocolate. I am from God is everywhere, and from so say your prayers wherever you want to. I'm from New England and the Big Apple, and salmon cooked with rice. From the mahogany bar that my grandfather built, the cookies that my grandmother makes, and the fierce snowball fights I had with my cousins at Christmas. I am from the scrapbook that has never been finished, hidden in the closet and cloaked in dust, I am from the memories that have been and forever will be discovered.

5: Self Respect By: Justin Ashtiani Sometimes I swim, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I bike, sometimes I won't. Depending on the weather, I might even hike. It really just depends on how I feel. Soccer, baseball, football, I’ve tried them all. And I ain’t a sports fanatic. But I learned to go along with it Because I always try my best. I’m not a sports hero. My worth is not determined by a home run, a goal, or a touchdown. No matter what I am playing, winning is not everything for me I will always be a team player.

7: My Mother’s Kitchen By: Justin Ashtiani On Thanksgiving Day, My mother’s kitchen was alive and animated People gathered and took a seat However, they only came to enjoy the meat The chef was a great one. She knew how to stir and fry, sauté and bake, and truly make a wonderful piece of pie. But this day was different A piece of garlic was lent, And a turkey sat, with green vegetables all around it, Well lit, it was, inside the oven. The spices rose to the top of everyone’s noses The juices steamed and showered all over the turkey, giving the meat a scent like curry And now it was time, Time to eat. The men and children, and the gals and women They sat with an uttermost desire, But the hum from the table hung from the air, sounding awfully dire So the eating began, noisy and cheerful But some of the kids were awfully tearful, However, my mother had a special surprise, A turkey just for them. And it lit them up like a sunrise But when my sister and aunt walked in, they began to cry, only knowing, how to improvise At the end of the night, when all farewells were spared, After everyone left with dread, My mother’s kitchen appeared dead. But everyone knew, next year, It would all begin anew.

9: Language Arts By: Justin Ashtiani Language Arts, The most unusual and unimportant of the bunch, Started from the very beginning, When a caveman had a hunch. There were words and poems, Grammar, Greek Roots, and Word Masters. We cannot go any faster! They all meant something, everyone thought, Until they get to high school, And everyone got caught. People began to see, That Language Arts isn't all that. In fact, it became most interesting to a cat. It's Shakespeare, its Frost, its Beowulf, and The World is Flat. Engineering, science, and mathematics were here, And soon, the future looked like a tear. People kept forgetting about Language Arts, And it tore the teachers apart...

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