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Jason's First Poem

Mentors Author's poem- __Mother to Son__

Well, son, I'll tell you: life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tracks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So, boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps. 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now— For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.


 * Looks || Label || Decide ||
 * Line 3-7 || Imagery || She's describing her life. ||
 * Line 17-18 || Lesson || She saying that you shouldn't stop living your life or they won't happen. ||

Poem- __6th grade going on 7th grade__

Well, finishing 6th grade was completely easy Though starting 7th grade was the opposite. There was hard work, effort, risks, and most of all failing. There were no rewards And no compliments only to work more harder. There is no leaving the situation, but only going through it.

Jason's Second Poem

Mentor Author's poem- __The Rose that grew from Concrete__

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.


 * Look || Label || Decide ||
 * Line 1-2 || Imagery || The author is saying that even a hard person has a heart. ||
 * Line 3-6 || Personification || The author is saying that everybody is the same in a way. ||

heartless,
and never helped out. He was always alone never with others. But in the inside he was warm, sweet, and nice. He was a friend, he was the cinnamon roll.

Jason's Third Poem

Mentor Author's poem- __Good Hotdogs__ Fifty cents apiece To eat our lunch We'd run Straight from school Instead of home Two blocks Then the store That smelled like steam You ordered Because you had the money Two hotdogs and two pops for here Everything on the hotdogs Except pickle lily Dash those hotdogs Into buns and splash on All that good stuff Yellow mustard and onions And french fries piled up on top all Rolled up in a piece of wax Paper for us to hold hot In our hands Quarters on the counter Sit down Good hotdogs We'd eat Fast till there was nothing left But salt and poppy seeds even The little burnt tips Of french fries We'd eat you humming And me swinging my legs


 * Look || Label || Decide ||
 * Line 24-32 || Onomatpoeia || When the author is talking about good hotdogs he probably talking about good poetry. ||
 * Line 16-21 || Imagery || The author is saying to have a good poem that people would read. ||

Poem- __Good Friends__

F﻿riendly and kind.
Respect you.

Jason's Fourth Poem

Mentor Author's poem- __When Ure Hero Falls__

when your hero falls from grace all fairy tales r uncovered myths exposed and pain magnified the greatest pain discovered u taught me 2 be strong but im confused 2 c u so weak u said never 2 give up and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat when ure hero falls so do the star and so does the perception of tomorrow without my hero there is only me alone 2 deal with my sorrow your heart ceases 2 work and your soul is not happy at all what r u expected 2 do when ure only hero falls

Poem- __The End__ When there's no need of you as there's nothing left to do not a goal to achieve or a mission to do as the heros have retired and the monsters have fallen while the world is in peace what will you do next when there's nothing left to do.
 * Look || Label || Decide ||
 * line 9 || Hyperbole || The author is saying not to give up on your dreams. ||
 * line 13-16 || Life Lesson || The author is saying that if you do give up than you won't achieve your goals in life. ||

Jason's Fifth poem

Mentor Auhor's poem- __A Story__ Everyone loves a story. Let's begin with a house. We can fill it with careful rooms and fill the rooms with things—tables, chairs, cupboards, drawers closed to hide tiny beds where children once slept or big drawers that yawn open to reveal precisely folded garments washed half to death, unsoiled, stale, and waiting to be worn out. There must be a kitchen, and the kitchen must have a stove, perhaps a big iron one with a fat black pipe that vanishes into the ceiling to reach the sky and exhale its smells and collusions. This was the center of whatever family life was here, this and the sink gone yellow around the drain where the water, dirty or pure, ran off with no explanation, somehow like the point of this, the story we promised and may yet deliver. Make no mistake, a family was here. You see the path worn into the linoleum where the wood, gray and certainly pine, shows through. Father stood there in the middle of his life to call to the heavens he imagined above the roof must surely be listening. When no one answered you can see where his heel came down again and again, even though he'd been taught never to demand. Not that life was especially cruel; they had well water they pumped at first, a stove that gave heat, a mother who stood at the sink at all hours and gazed longingly to where the woods once held the voices of small bears—themselves a family—and the songs of birds long fled once the deep woods surrendered one tree at a time after the workmen arrived with jugs of hot coffee. The worn spot on the sill is where Mother rested her head when no one saw, those two stained ridges were handholds she relied on; they never let her down. Where is she now? You think you have a right to know everything? The children tiny enough to inhabit cupboards, large enough to have rooms of their own and to abandon them, the father with his right hand raised against the sky? If those questions are too personal, then tell us, where are the woods? They had to have been because the continent was clothed in trees. We all read that in school and knew it to be true. Yet all we see are houses, rows and rows of houses as far as sight, and where sight vanishes into nothing, into the new world no one has seen, there has to be more than dust, wind-borne particles of burning earth, the earth we lost, and nothing else.


 * Look || Label || Decide ||
 * Line 5-9 || Personification || The author is stating that a poem should have a setting to it. ||
 * Last 4 lines || Onomatpoeia || The author is saying to make a poem that's not like other's. ||

Poem- __What about the family?__ Being a only child is easy. but when it comes to having two older sisters it's hard. You have to do what they say, not complain about it, and most of the time take the blame when it's something they did. Though when ever your in trouble they're always there for you, they do respect you, and most of all have faith in you. But besides the children you have a mom who sacrifices every thing for us. And a dad who rewards us because of the hard work and he never brakes a promise. Some of the times we have fights but in the end we're a family.

Jason's Sixth poem

Mentor Author's poem- __Bad Day__ By: Kay Ryan

Not every day is a good day for the elfin tailor. Some days the stolen cloth reveals what it was made for: a handsome weskitor the jerkinof an elfin sailor. Other days the tailor sees a jacket in his mind and sets about to find the fabric. But some days neither the idea nor the material presents itself; and these are the hard days for the tailor elf. Poem- __What did you expect__ What did you expect? the titanic sinking a person settling on a moon or even being betrayed by your friends nobody expected anything you didn't expect to have a project like this I didn't either did you expect to finish this by monday well then what did you expect?
 * Look || Label || Decide ||
 * Line 1-2 || Onomatpoeia || The author is saying that not all poems are always good. ||
 * Line 11-14 || Onomatpoeia || The author is saying that not everything is what you expect will happen. ||

Jason's Seventh poem

Mentor Author's poem- If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If i can ease one life the aching, or cool one pain, or help one fainting robin unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.


 * Look || Label || Decide ||
 * Line 1 || Metaphor || The author is saying if she could make a poem without any mistakes. ||
 * Line 3-7 || Metaphor || The author is saying that when somebodies sad, it gets you gloomy too. ||

Poem- __If I was there to cheer someone up__ If I was there to cheer someone up, to stop the spinklers in their eyes; If I can stop the pain they expressed, or just cheer them up, or even make it seem it never happend, until I can cheer them up, I shall live their pain.

Jason's Eigth poem

Mentor Author's poem- __Personification Poem__ My report card smiled, showing off straight A's. My house no longer sang the blues. It's great to have happy grades, live in a neighborhood that is happy with you.


 * Look || Label || Decide ||
 * Line 1 || Personification || The author is saying that the character got good grades. ||
 * Line 5 || Onomatpoeia || The author is saying that getting good grades will get people to be proud of how smart you are. ||

Poem- __Happy Poem__ Walk outside as the sun smiles at you and you smile back. You can smell the flower's perfume, and see the grass as green as a green gemstone, and all your neighbor's and friends say "hello!"