S: Poetry Portfolio
FC: Poems of a Puzzle: A Poetry Portfolio | From:David Park Period 5 February 19, 2010 | To:Mrs. Glenn
1: Table of Contents 1.My Canvas Pages 2-3 2.My Mother's Kitchen Pages 4-5 3.Mother to Son Pages 6-7 4.Ode to GSMST Pages 8-11 5.Limericks for LA 6.Don't Stop Believing-Rhyme Pages 12-13 7.Winter Poem-Free Verse Pages 14-15
2: My Canvas I’m from the clean and sanitary hospital From all that is white and safe Just a small green foliage Of the love that my parents made I’m from the rural, brown ridden streets From the clean cuts of the cold city I’ve been so many places in my life That my canvas became so dirty I’m from the joy of my friends From the rainbow that is the playground The yellow of the sun Was the gold that I had found
3: Yet there came a time for me to grow From the canvas I had once painted The colors of my life Had soon washed and faded. I’m from the once colorful From the once happy and content I was once a beautiful canvas Yet I still have some time left I’m from the blank whiteness From the rainbow within My life is a canvas But I need something to paint with.
4: My Mother’s Kitchen The kitchen is ablaze with a filling of aromas and tastes The sweet sugary dough in the oven, soon to be cake With icing I love the things that my mother make. The kitchen is nothing of specialty nor origin Only the things I indulge in Gourmet a rarity Yet everything she makes is akin. The brewing of the sense brings a big crowd From ants to my father, we’re all wowed All hawks We wait for the oven, all around. My mother dutifully washes all the dishes, to make all things clean But it takes longer then mother nature to make its greens. I hope the bell rings For the oven to open and give up was is unseen
5: No one has ever broken into her safe The safe of goodies and cake All who attempt, dead Of course, only the bugs who came to take. Alas, the times has finally inched up to now We wait for the timer and bow To see inside Oh no, it’s all burned out! No fears, the pastries still have some life My mother will make things all right Aha! We’ll give it to the neighbors tonight!
6: Ok mom,Thank You Ok mom, “I get what you’re saying” I need to do my homework. But what why does homework come first Than hanging out and playing? Ok mom, “I’ll try” I’ll eat my vegetables and run my laps But why are these necessary If vitamins and minerals can get me by? Ok mom,” ah la der a suh!” Which translates to “I understand” But why do I need to talk in Korean When English is better for us?
7: Ok mom, “I feel your love” More than how much I should love you But can you love me a tad bit less When push comes to shove? Ok mom, “Thank you” I know you do these things out of care So now I can understand and can say How much I thank you.
8: An Ode to GSMST O Gwinnett School of Math, Science, and Tech How I never knew what you were inside When I first saw you I said, “What the heck?” I thought I figured that I at least tried Oh how foolish my ignorant thoughts were How wrong I truly was from the getgo My incompetence has blinded me so My thoughts a messy blur I had to wait for your true form to show Weeks passed by and you have taken my toll.
9: Oh how silent a killer you became You took my free time gradually, gone My sweet precious sleep you had snuck and claimed. I could not dream, I had to tame the yawn Yet you began to grow on me slightly I never knew this hard work had reason Could not keep my head up I had too much homework to do nightly I felt like I was punished for treason. I had to find my coffee in my cup You were so much difficult at the start And then I slowly began to ease in I pushed aside so you would fit in my heart I would finish my work and, inside, grin My days were filled with caffeine and sugar Sleep was gone, and I’m surprised I’m alive Have I become immune? I once thought I was a nerd, loser But it is hard to be here and survive I know that this will pay off, very soon.
10: Now this stanzas begins my ode to you I have only complained and whined about How brutal and difficult it is too Live a life, the GSMST route. The polynomials, sine, cos, and tan. Dihydrogen monoxide molecule How do you dimension? I may have had sought for a helping hand To make sure I didn’t look like a fool All this stress and work was causing tension | You were the perfect match; you were for me That was inside hiding for someone too Push me out the lonely cage to be free and show that I could be cool and with you I love all the weird things you are made of The different people who like the same things The knowledge you give I never knew that I could fall in love With the things I never thought I would sing My ode to GSMST, long live
12: 1 There once was a subject named Language Arts It was a puzzling work of art No matter what I did, It would always give a fit And I thought I was smart | 2 There were these verbs, nouns, and adjectives Who always hung out in magazines I would search and seek Like a grammar loving geek But I could never find those adjectives.
13: 3 There were these devious things called essays “What am I suppose to do?” I would say. So I would sit all day And found out to my dismay That I could have finished it yesterday. | 4. There once was a boy who tried Making limericks, but soon cried He didn’t know what to do What word rhymes with “moo”? So he had to look up a guide.
14: Don't Stop Believin' - Journey Just a small town girl Living in a lonely world She took the midnight train going anywhere Just a city boy Born and raised in South Detroit He took the midnight train going anywhere A singer in a smoky room A smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on | Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Streetlight people, living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Working hard to get my fill Everybody wants a thrill Paying anything to roll the dice Just one more time Some will win, some will lose Some were born to sing the blues Oh the movie never ends It goes on and on and on and on Don't stop believing Hold on to that feeling Streetlight people (repeat)
15: Analysis This song by Journey is a classic and also a classic form of a song with a rhyme scheme. The song is littered with must have suchs as the red colored parallelism, the blue colored repetition, and the green colored personification. These are staples for a good song, but some thing that makes this stand out is the rhyme scheme shown in pink. This is probably the most basic form of rhyme, with a rhyme scheme of aabbcc.
16: Winter Poem Nikki Giovanni once a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kissed it and it was happy and called its cousins and brothers and a web of snow engulfed me then i reached to love them all and i squeezed them and they became a spring rain and i stood perfectly still and was a flower
17: Analysis The poem is a freeverse poem, which means that there are no specific patterns or rules. The idea is that the author makes up these rules and patterns as they go, like a free poem, able to do what it feels like. There were some signs of order, such as the white words that show parallelism, the green words repetition, and red words rhyme. These things may be patterns, but the structure they are organized in show no order.