BC: This is a book of memories This is a book of forgotten love And this is a book of happiness - Pavle Zivojinovic
FC: Poetry Portfolio By Pavle Zivojinovic 2/21/10 Glenn, 3
1: Table of Contents Where I’m From poem My Mother’s Kitchen poem Mother to Son poem Ode to GSMST poem Language Arts poem Nicotine House of the Raising Sun
2: I Am From I am from the computer on which I do my homework. I am from my rabbit that inspires me to do my best every day. I am from my table that shares memories of hard work. I am from my sound system that plays rock 24/7. I am from rowing medals that remind me of long hours spent. I am from my room. I am from the messy barricade we call a garage. I am from the sofas that host our family time. I am from exquisite paintings that cover the walls. I am from never ending hills of books that speak of great knowledge. I am from the table that hosts our every meal. I am from a vast forest in my backyard that over sees games of paintball and airsoft. I am from my home.
3: I am from friendly streets that bring memories of happiness and pain. I am from the friends that pave the road on my epic journey of life. I am from the vast lake from which I have fished in for years. I am from the huge pool where I meet my friends and swim. I am from the tennis court that holds accounts of both victory and lose. I am from my neighborhood. I am from my awesome grandmother that would walk to the ends of the earth to help me. I am from my sister who acts as if her Zune is her life. I am from my devilish cousins that want everything and anything. I am from my parents who fight but I know they love each other and me. I am from my family
4: I am from the shut ups and stupids as I wake up my sister. I am from the casual cáo as I leave for school. I am from the be quiet and listens from my teachers. I am from the many do your homeworks from my loving parents. I am from Lacu noc when I go to bed I am from the words of my life I am from hot pockets and cereal that fuel my day. I am from steamy sarma to creamy Alfredo noodles I am from buttery Indian Naan, and salads perfectly seasoned with balsamic vinaigrette I am from foods of many cultures. I am from my kitchen. I am from many things and many places. I am from my home and neighborhood. I am from my family and the things we eat and say every day. I am from many things, I am from me.
5: A kitchen of delicious surprise By : Pavle Zivojinovic As we sleep it rests A willing servant to all our deeds In the morning we raise an our servant waits attentively My mother walks in brings out luscious green Spinach cucumber parsley and a garden of other vegetables She takes out a marinated piece of dead meat Lays it out on a bed of sliced potatoes dashed with olive oil With a handful of diced pepper and onion She throws the gourmet selection in our steel inferno Let it sit she says as we try and peck at a delicious meal Then in the still toasty oven She throws a loaf of bread To.. well toast it what else?
6: Mother to son By Pavle Zivojinovic Well son, I’ll tell you: Life ain’t been no perfect drive The road has been long with curves and cliffs And cracks and potholes I’ve gone over gravel and dirt And I’ve run out of gas in places where there ain’t no one seen for miles Places forsaken But boy, I’ve been driven on The road gets easier More manageable And I’ve got to more places So don’t you dare stop now Don’t even think about turning around Cause once you get over that hill The one that seems to reach the sky The view is as far as the eye can see From coast to coast All the world’s beauty laid out for you And only you My boy I’ve saved a piece of paradise for you Across the finish line of life So sure it comes at a price Cause life no body has been A perfect drive.
7: An ode to GSMST GSMST the school that seems to be full of geniuses Where most are either not smart enough or not brave enough to prevail Where those who ARE brave enough can do anything they put their mind to. Where the students aren’t limited by their mental nor physical capabilities There’s nothing us students can’t do here at GSMST Where learning is the most important thing Where a star quarterback doesn’t make you cool But a nifty computer program just might Or maybe if your teachers don’t catch you your halo skills will put you on top Where we resolve our battles with words not fists And we can’t be stopped by the rest Sure the school can be tough at times It will drive most people away But if you work at it you will make great friends and make great choices You will sometimes want to give in and say “This is too boring I’m not doing this” But this will be a place you can call home You will never give in I admit sometimes I need a nudge to keep going
8: But, If you can manage to survive Your battles in trig and your duels in chemistry The rewards will be endless You will live on in a life of success You could be an engineer Or even the president At GSMST the students are diverse And the teachers are pretty nice too Everyone is always helping one another out When anybody struggles Everyone is altruist In this there is no doubt So I say work through and work hard Through all the homework Through all of your home works And keep from going crazy GSMST maybe the school for you you too can gain rewards of knowledge
9: Language Arts Language arts is rather fun With hyperbole, metaphor and pun Sarcasm and exaggeration Always spark my imagination Simple metaphors Compare abstract thought So abstract they leave you distraught And Pun these when done Are really fun Language arts can make your day Or language arts can break your day Despite my difficulties I love Rhyme During language arts time
10: Nicotine Hymn to the Dope Goddess of the murmuring courts, Nicotine, my Nicotine, Houri of the mystic sports, trailing-robed in gabardine, Gliding where the breath hath glided, Hidden sylph of filmy veils, Truth behind the dream is veiléd E'en as thou art, smiling ever, ever gliding, Wraith of wraiths, dim lights dividing Purple, grey, and shadow green Goddess, Dream-grace, Nicotine. | Goddess of the shadow's lights, Nicotine, my Nicotine, Some would set old Earth to rights, Thou I none such ween. Veils of shade our dream dividing, Houris dancing, intergliding, Wraith of wraiths and dream of faces, Silent guardian of the old unhallowed places, Utter symbol of all old sweet druidings, Mem'ry of witched wold and green, Nicotine, my Nicotine:
11: Neath the shadows of thy weaving Dreams that need no undeceiving, Loves that longer hold me not, Dreams I dream not any more, Fragrance of old sweet forgotten places, Smiles of dream-lit, flit-by faces All as perfume Arab-sweet Deck the high road to thy feet | As were Godiva's coming fated And all the April's blush belated Were lain before her, carpeting The stones of Coventry with spring, So thou my mist-enwreathéd queen, Nicotine, white Nicotine, Riding engloried in they hair Mak'st by-road of our dreams Thy thorough-fare.
12: Title: From the title I can believe that Ezra pound is either talking of the drug or a women but which I’m not really sure. Paraphrase: The poet is talking of nicotine and describing it as many things using many metaphors. Connotation: The poet uses a rhyme scheme of A,B,A,B; A,B,A,C,C,D,D for example: (A) Goddess of the murmuring courts, (B) Nicotine, my Nicotine, (A) Houri of the mystic sports, (B) trailing-robed in gabardine, (A) Gliding where the breath hath glided, (B) Hidden sylph of filmy veils, (A) Truth behind the dream is veiléd (C) E'en as thou art, smiling ever, ever gliding, (C) Wraith of wraiths, dim lights dividing (D) Purple, grey, and shadow green (D) Goddess, Dream-grace, Nicotine. This Poet uses many metaphors in which he uses names such as Houri and Houris: Attitude: The attitude of this poem is sort of entranced(Personally I belive the author is in love with the subject of this poem). Shifts: the poet changes his rhyme scheme many times but not by much Title: on further thought I now believe that the poet is speaking about the drug but in a way that he seems to describe a woman. Theme: The theme is nicotine is not bad for you(which is not true), the poet was most likely addicted to it.
14: House of The Rising Sun Eric Burton And the animals Little know is that it is actually a cover of the original version sung by Clarence Ashley . There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
15: Title: This Title is rather vague this could be about the book or some actual house in new Orleans Paraphrase: This song is about this certain house that seems to have greatly influenced the life of the writer. Connotation: This writer uses slight repetition with the first and last stanzas. Attitude: This writer seems to be sad and full of regrets about this subject Shifts: The Writer includes irony that they are going back to this wretched place. They also shift from there past to there present. Title: After further research into the topic I have figured out that the “House Of The Rising Sun” is actually a brothel in New Orleans. In fact Rising Sun means brothel in old English language. Theme: The theme of this song is to avoid sins, such as those in a brothel., and in the end you will in turn avoid misery.