Wiki-5

Wiki 5 - Page 2 To most, I am a __needle__ in their rear. To my __mother__, I am the only one she want t hear. Even when I stressed and feel like jumping over a __cliff,__ I know my mother will be there to keep me stiff. She is the motivator that keeps me strong, She is the one that will never steer me wrong. I pray to god she stays beneath the __clouds__ for years to come, For I don’t know what I’d do if she were gone. (Enrique Silva)

Dirty floors are dirty for many different reasons. We can clean the floors only if we put out effort cleaning floors doesn't mean you're worth less than others. One's worth is not measured by what they do. It is measured by the prints we leave in people's lives. The prints and the memories are what keeps us from losing hope. When hope is lost nothing is possible. Gather your belongings and challenge yourself to regain what you have lost. Because if you don't, you may lose yourself in the "rain" like today. The rain is such a scary thing to think about especially if you don't carry an umbrella. Under an umbrella can be a place where one makes a new friend.(Mariana Mojica)

She works in silence. The strong, floral scent of her Chanel perfume envelopes the dead air in the kitchen. Grandmother's old, tired, hands work quickly to make her famous green bean casserole. As she opens the creaky, hot oven, heat pours out into the kitchen and warms the still, quiet air. Sitting, wrapped in her apron, Grandmother sips her coffee from her olive green mug.

--Gabby Clyde--

Grandmas in the kitchen, apron on wooden spoon in hand. She is making homemade cookies for my cousins when they land First comes the sugar and eggs, than some butter. Grandma says cookies make everything better She stirs in the chocolate chips When she is done she licks the spoon and her lips Grandma takes them to the oven While she is waiting she tends to her garden Ding, the timer goes off, the cookies are done The cousins arrive; soon the cookies will be all gone (Heather Poochigian)

I remember being a young girl and eating a pack of Oreo

Delicious as can be. The oreo crumbs got all over my face

All those Oreo crumbs made my face look like I had ate dirt

I found a wet nampkin to clean my face, to hide what I had done

I didn't want anybody to see and make fun of me, it was pretty humiliating

Get up, dust yourself off and get back on that pony!

Well slap my ass and call me "Sally!"

I'm weird and different

I am proud to be the person I've become

I have no regrets in life, even thought I made mistakes, I have learned from them. (Erika Ayala)

Wiki posting #5 Post a poem from in-class activities, group or singular. Due Week of 4/16.

As she steps foot inside The room silent with tension Her sisters gossip and bicker She looks at the floor Beneath her bare feet The fly lie dead beneath her Even he couldn't escape To the trees and life outside Just like him she is trapped But will she ever escape? Just as the smoke from this aging oven Escapes through the cracks Of a collapsing house (Cody Devereaux)

In my mother's kitchen one may find a number of things. The use of bell peppers, sponges and plates are a necessity. In my mother's kitchen, when no one is around, there is a dead silence. When preparing a meal one might notice the perfume that is worn by my mother as well as experience the many unique smells coming from the oven. While cooking one may here the racks being pulled back and forth from the oven and hear my mother talking on the phone while multitasking. In my mothers kitchen it is a place where the family can work together while preparing a family meal. (LaTashia Williams)

My mother had a beautiful voice. When she sang, it was as if you were floating in the clouds. I was always so jealous of her voice that I would imagine pricking her with a needle. My mother always told me it’s better to be sorry than bitter. I would always apologize for my evil thoughts. One time I remember looking out over a cliff and wishing I could sing as beautifully as my mother. Looking out over the cliff gave me hope. It gave me endless possibilities. It gave me joy. As if I was once again floating in the clouds. (Nicole Peck)

I picture walking on the waterfront, my mother ahead and I trailing behind. The waterfront extends miles ahead overseen by skies of blue and orange array, suppressing its later evening clouds. In the distant clear skies mountains are seen running there way closer to the waterfront cliffs leading to the open sea. A game quickly develops for which I am the only one with any clue of its existence. Enthralled with the sand taking mold of my mother's footprints, I become engulfed in fitting mine into hers. I never look up, staying focused with vision as finite as a needles point, visioning my own footsteps fitting perfectly into hers. With the blindness of my guided footsteps, the only hope to continue along the path is a voice, the voice of my mother. (Jodi Gongora).

My __mother__ is smart. She is as sharp as a __needle__ Her head is as hard as the shell of a beetle

Her __voice__ is soft and pure like the __clouds__ in the sky To be like her is what I try

There is no __cliff__ she can’t climb, that she has faced in her time

She is as strong as a bull, and as tough as a rock Her beauty radiates like the stink of a sock

Some would say I am just like her The seed of her apple, or the coat of her fur

Every __lick__ of sense she has, she gave to me She is the reason I “float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee” Quotation compliments to Muhammad Ali (Jennifer Landers)

Once you overcome a mistake you are able to fly. Flying high, through any obstacle coming your way. As the unaware children are innocently playing in the playground. Their mother impatiently yells for them to return home. "Come home this instance!" You have now lost my trust. I must rely completely on myself to succeed. Always be strong and fight for your goals, be willing to rely on your strenght in order to succeed in life. Keep your goals in mind at all times. Be determined on what you want to accomplish. Never look back at your mistakes. Guillermo Rojas

The strong aroma of roses that fill my mothers kitchen are no longer, they are missing What could have caused the disappearance of the roses baffles me, as I look out the window I see the shiny green vase they used to reside I ask my mother as she is preparing a meal for the oven, what happen to the roses? She looks back at me and said they wilted, green turned to brown, and the petals started to fall The end of the her roses.. who would have known it would be now I guess it is my turn to replace the flowers and add a new aroma in my mothers kitchen (Amy Tucker)

Everyone is always welcome into my mothers house Did I mention she is as sharp as a needle? Even when there is one grey cloud in the sky, she will turn that frown upside down She is as strong and tall as a cliff, but will not lick the brownie mix bowl But she is as strong as a brick house nothing will bring her down There is only one person in life you can call mom So proud I get the honor to (Alina Abbate)

You reap the rewards hard work The opportunities are endless A needle works hard on a quilt A mother works hard in a family A cloud works hard in the sky A chiff works hard on the mountain range A voice works hard in a choir What do you work hard for? The opportunities are endless (Emily George)

Abridged thoughts coalesce in blackberry clouds looming over rocky cliffs. Below, white tipped velvet crests like a needle working its way through an azure curtain. Sandwiched between time and patience, voices carry on the wind. The whims of mothers long since gone. Licking at lessons that should have been learned. - Ken Cadiente

Your wings will take you where you need to go. wings will help you rise above. wings will take you far if you know how to use them. believing in yourself will give you wings to rise above. nothing can hold you down, with wings you are free to fly. fly to where ever your heart desires, the sky has no limits. live with no regrets, and maintain who you are. live your life for you and do not live up to anyone else's expectations but your own. this is when you know you are truely happy. and the reflection of my life can not bring me down. I am flying high with my wings. -CHRIS PARK

Her words stung me like a bee. All the happy moments turned into anger. Anger as it boils in a pot of soup. Mother always knew how to turn anger from a bitter feeling to a sweet one. The steam of her cooking billows through the kitchen. The smell watering my mouth. Mom always knew how to turn a frown into a smile, with her cooking. I could always count on seeing her with her mittens and apron. There will always be somebody I can count on. Trust is the key to a good relationship, without it a relationship is torn in to pieces. That's the lesson mother taught me the afternoon when my best friend betrayed my trust. (Lucero Rivera)

Borrowing stars to make a protective shelter can provide freedom. Freedom is not just a feeling, but a place. A place without judgement, a place to be genuine. Your soul is your judge and jury those who judge have an issue with themselves, you're fine. Your dreams are more important than the thoughts of others, dreams feel the passion in your life and soul spurring you on down the twisting roads and by-ways decisions pulling at your inner beings decisions making you see your reality. The reality that will never be wanted as could be. (the group poem- Natacha Woodson)

She cuts, She dices. Green walls backdrop to a stage she despises. Hell imprisons her Behind blistering inferno. Her audience, Her sisters, Her demands. Disregard her performance. Loud bickering gossip, Rush from open holes upon their faces. Drinking, laughing, pretending. Dull lifeless flowers convey her sincere feelings, Her disgust, Her anguish, Her frustration. (by: Jerica Guzman)

Colorful small gummy worms waiting to be chewed, Their colors are vibrant like the neon socks I used to wear in grade school, Everyone would always compliment my socks even if they were a bit out of the ordinary, Ordinary is just half of extraordinary! A little goes a long way! Don't let others tell you what to say, Be in charge of your own mind, speak what you feel, Don't be afraid of what others think about you, For they are insecure about themselves, Insecurity in the end makes us all stronger. (group poem Jazmin Anguiano)

I didn't like the rule's that my mother made me follow, i felt trapped So i made my own rules, and succeeded in my own way Success is what every person wants to get, succeed in their own life Education and good skills is the key to success Determination is an important tool to accomplish your wildest dreams Dream big Work hard to make them a reality Not daydreaming and living in la-la land The pleasant feeling of reality The existing of life I could never imagine Group poem -Monique Tolbert

In my Mother's kitchen lays lines, apples, and plants. A frozen chicken by the sink during the silence of the day, The buzzing of the hot, hard, heated oven's timer On My Mother's table centers bright lights and pink roses and a half full glass of wine. Leila Alawad

“What is in the darkness, must soon come to light.”

The __needle__ may poke you, and you may bleed, but it is the dark cloud that hovers over you. Why must my __mother__ label my wants and the forget the needs, it is true, the dark __cloud__ is a mixture so true. In the shadow the truth hides, but the light it will shine. My mother yells, “Stay off that __cliff__!” Her __voice__ so loud it scared my dark cloud, but the needle that makes me bleed remains. It is true, sometimes you can lose all that you have gained. I want to hide from my lies, the dark cloud and all it gives, Voice, but with my needle of choice. (Deshawn Larrimore)

I watch the clouds as I climb along the cliff lined with blackberry bushes. Needles prick my bare fingers. I lick the blood shed and continue climbing, the clouds catch my glimpse once more. I can hear my grandmother's voice in my head "Tough hands don't last. Just put some lotion on them!" Wait, is that what she always used to say? I can't remember, the clouds are just so beautiful. As I fall from the cliff, I hear the whir of wind through my ears. I should have thought before I leaped. I now lay at the bottom of the cliff. Broken, alone, with bloodshed, in amazement of the beautiful clouds.

--Ashlee Hickey--

For the in-class poem this was the sentence I was given and how it was transformed by me and fellow classmates:

The blue blue sky dark and studded with infinite bright stars. I felt I could go anywhere, do anything, be anyone... The sky was so bright and clear I felt there were no boundaries to hold me back I keep my head up I’m determined to stay on track Determined to stay focused and complete my goals Pushing judgment aside I can be myself Don’t let others shatter your dreams You hold your future in your hands Don’t let go of it and soon you will see what it can bring Never give up on something you want, for one day you will see that it was all worth it Keep on keeping on if it’s worth it  What’s meant to be, is meant to be  Que sera sera

Amber Archila

If you do not care and take others in consideration, then they too won't notice you To me they were just flowers But to my mother they were hope, that we all can grow up beautifully and unique, This was going to build my strength and character and make me into the person I was going to be Through all the adversity, I will grow and prosper Through all the struggles I have overcame my struggles and I've grown to be proud of who I am The person I have become It's better then what I have dreamed It is finally in front of you, enjoy it Take life how it is at the end you will see it was all worth it and you will be happy with what you have accomplished **(Friday's Group poem) --Sammy Rincon-- **

//__(Friday's Group Poem)- Humera Khan __//

If my floor’s a little dirty, it’s only because I’ve been planting my mother’s flowers in here

They have grown so much and beautifully

Each in their own unique way, going to different places

There is the need for every person to grow and it would be good to travel around to different places

Travel is the best way to explore the world

The world in its entirety is filled with mysteries

Never be afraid to explore

To live your life to the fullest

Living without regrets

It is the only way to achieve success

Follow your dreams……

Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep. “The turkey is done!” the oven screams “Is there anyone around to take this turkey out of me?” Grandmother runs into the kitchen “Oh nooo! I’ve ruined Thanksgivin’” She grabbed her favorite green oven mitts Never before has smoke filled the kitchen like this She sets the turkey next to her roses “What am I going to do? Holy mother of Moses” “I know this turkey wasn’t alive” “But I burned it so bad; it looks like it died twice!” ~Eric Trevino In my mothers kitchen you'll find green walls. In the over you'll find some type of dead meat like chicken or steak. You'll see my mother in her apron, wearing her fine jewelry, drinking some wine and making dinner. In my mother's kitchen you wont find even one crumb. She is a neat freak and cleans while she cooks. You could practically see yourself in the clean metal oven. My mothers kitchen is not a place for bickering, it her sanctuary. Where she feels comfortable and at peace. Its a place she can go to think and enjoy herself.You can catch snow flakes on your tongue. You wash your hair while standing. You can inflate a balloon. You can make a hen wear shoes. You cannot lay an egg. You can sharpen an ax. You can carry talcum powder in a quart berry basket. I would eat blackberries. I could breathe oxygen. A screw driver can make his kids work on saturday. If I shrank into the size of a pea I would go back to sleep. I would handle a tail by threading it through a slit in my pants.**(Katie Crane)**

Small rocket ships disappeared far away in the sky. As the stars and clouds shifted. A feeling of calm began to come over me. Like a soft ocean wave washing over my toes. The water washed away the pain. The water hides the pain inside, it washes the dirt away. Making me clean, fresh, and gives me a new start. A new start, to make anything of myself. A new start that predicts new possibilities in my life. Freedom. Worth, in it all for nothing, a feeling, a cannot shall be. (Group Poem- Marisol Ornelas)

Poem 1 **(Ronnie Randy Serquinia)**
 * The __blackberry__ is much juicier and sweeter on the other side.
 * The dangerous __cliff__ is almost as high as the __clouds__
 * The hissy __voice__ feels like a __lick__ in the ear.
 * You looked like you have been __licked__ by a cow.
 * The porcupine’s quails are pointy as __needles__.
 * The __clouds__ look puffy and delicious as marshmallows.

Poem 2 **(Ronnie Randy Serquinia)**
 * I can catch snowflakes with my tongue.
 * She likes to wash her hair with oatmeal.
 * He could tolerate a balloon, but can’t bounce like one.
 * I sold my hen for a lottery ticket.
 * He dyed an egg pink for Easter.
 * Water can surely carry a quart basket safely.
 * I can eat bullets for breakfast.
 * I could breathe fire under water.
 * Screwdrivers molest screws in my opinion.
 * As I shrunk like a size of a small pea, I hide under a leaf.
 * I thread my tail through the slit of my pants.

Poem 3 **(Ronnie Randy Serquinia)**
 * The green apple sits on the window sill during the afternoon.
 * While the eclipsing the sun, preventing the sunlight shining on the corpse of the dead rat caught on the mouse trap.
 * The temperature of the kitchen is heated by the electric oven.
 * As the aroma of chocolate chip brownies sets the mood for an indulging snack.
 * Cousin Ally approaches the oven as her green purse shines by the sunlight while her giant pearl necklace glows pale pink.
 * She opened the oven and yelled: Brownies for everyone!!!

Poem 4 **(Ronnie Randy Serquinia)**
 * I wonder what blueberry honey and peanut butter taste like.
 * The warm sensation of a blueberry muffin melting in your mouth.
 * The smoke coming out in waves from the oven door.
 * I screamed for help, so someone could call 9-1-1.
 * But my screams were silent, and no one could hear me.
 * The only person that had the answers to my own troubles was I, it was time to speak up instead of keeping silent.
 * Speaking up can be a challenge.
 * Being brave can be intimidating.
 * Being timid can be a burden.
 * But be who you are.
 * And be true to others.

Group Poem (Elizabeth Ingalls)
 * Wings wide open carry me to my destination
 * I am hoping to get a better future, a wide open new life
 * Better opportunities in life
 * Dreams accomplished
 * Goals are always good to have
 * Accomplishing them brings you great joy
 * Without anything stopping you
 * You can achieve anything you set your mind to
 * Just believe in yourself
 * Be the best you can do
 * And keep soaring higher

Group Poem: Wings can help you rise, despite what others think. If you listen to yourself and follow your instinct and dreams then you wings can take you high, not mattering what people think. Dream big, and you will fly as high as your dreams. Never stop dreaming, they will take you places you've never been before. They are the greatest adventures that will take you far, you can never dream too big. Dream's to the sky's, love your life, and be free. When it comes to living life to its fullest the sky is the limit, don't let your dreams fall victim to others. Rather build yourself up with the pride of your accomplishments, and never forget your opportunities are endless. Always believe in yourself. (Guillermina Hernandez)

Group Poem Amber Bowen The night sky is black besides the full moon and few faint stars A dog barks in the distance The sound echos through the streets The noise is so strong that I can feel it in my body Then the vibrations from the noise help me imagine that I'm bouncing on the stars The stars remind me that I'm not alone I am one of many, so small in the grand scheme of things My fight was as mighty as a thousand men Fight until you can't fight anymore Use every ounce of your soul to achieve your goals Reach for the stars

Group Poem- Moriah Gatson Tiny rockets moving through the dark, starry sky As the children are eating peanut butter and honey sandwiches They dance pleasantly in delight Swinging hand in hand with laughter We had so many memories together I would never forget I dream of these memories every day Memories is what keeps us alive Experiences keep us strong Challenges empower us Dont be afraid to fail Just learn from your failures, its what makes you a better person

Mother is pure love and admiration, When a cloud of troubles arise mother is there to help, Struggling through the complexities of life, she remains persistent, Sitting in her favorite chair with her knitting needle in her hand; Her tender and wrinkly hands moving along with the needle, transmitting peace and love, She has a gifted voice, almost like the signing of a thousand angels, Her love is endless, and her presence a blessing, Feeling calm before the storm defeats the storm approaching, Her presence is my most valuable and strongest weapon, This is all I need. I’m ready.
 * Poem: Her Presence**
 * (Rosana Nunez)**

In my mother’s kitchen the smell of an apple pie baking permeates the room Heat radiates from the oven cooking old crumbs left at the bottom Green curtains are moved to the side to let the sun shine through My sister cuts granny smith apples while arguing furiously on the phone She yells in pain from accidentally cutting her finger with the knife While drying her finger she looks out the window The beautiful cherry blossom trees sway with the wind On the window sill lays a motionless fly My sister decides to take a break and sit by the window to enjoy the scenery (Patricia Perez)

Group Poem- The garden is full of red roses for my beautiful mother. The roses were bright red and filled with a sweet fragrance. The smell was poweful it filled the room. Creating a feeling of happiness and love. Creating armony and peace of the world. The overwhelming desire to be loved. Embracing the love in the air. I feel like i can fly, i feel free. There are no longer barriers to my goals. There would always be barriers to our goals, yet we are strong and ready to succeed. Do your best. **(Blanca Guzman)**

Three hundred gummy worms Wriggled down my throat as I munched on them Lost in my throat as the flavor touches my mouth Then the sudden imaginative taste of ice cream makes me feel good inside The cold sweetness dances on my tongue I savor the sensation knowing it will not last In a blink of an eye a lifetime flashed by In that moment I never took life for granted again I saw everything with new eyes and each detail was precious Like seeing your newborn for the first time ever Flood (Ian Loveall- from group exercise)

Group Poem - Mai Cha My mother made a beanstalk tepee in my livingroom I wondered if the tepee would fall I heard a crack, and a rip, and then the sound of an owl fly towards the trees The owl stared at me with its big, mysterious eyes and 'whooo'd' at me as if really actually asking me question Owl's look so judgmental but they are so inquisitive asking "whoo, whooo" all the time Dogs always hurt my feelings cause they always play "ruff, ruff!" Cats are better because they cuddle a lot Be as loving as a kitten Be as patience as a dog For as the best, comes to those who wait.

Individuality-the freedom to start over or make changes

Be yourself even when fire is at your back

Don’t let anyone judge your true colors

Only you can decided how your life should be carried out

Fast, drawn out, long, short, safely, recklessly, the choices are endless

Stretching out like cobwebs

That glisten in the fresh morning dew

That smell of a new morning in front of me

The dew on the leaves and cars is making everything seem new and fresh

A new beginning, a new start

There is hope

(Chantelle Schneider)

MY POEM My friend the sun comes out for only a while But he shines his rays on my skin The warmth is a feeling I never felt before I wash in the endless light The soft glow gently kissing my face A feeling of ease comes over my body I thank my friend the sun for his love -Gilbert Felix

Group poem--

The ice chills stung me, freezing my thoughts like a tough leather belt The ice makes me me loose control of my thoughts and feelings then suddenly, i fade into relaxation of paradise i begin to see everything in a new light the dawning of a clarity i had never known i saw the sun shine, and heard the birds sing the sun shined so bright and the flowers bloomed iridescent wings hummed low as they moved from plant to plant their speed so fierce yet delicate hummingbird, bumble bee, falcon in the dive twirling, shaking off the morning dew drops, stretching for the sun ---Tasha Boyd

Poem-

As I aim to the sky. I bravely hold my head up high.

For I am living for myself and I.

No one can judge me.

The man upstairs in the one who loves me.

Life is so hard. But i manage to stay positive, and

live life with no negative. Be strong, if somebody defies you

let them know that they are wrong.Not by violence, but

by staying prone to great. You are special inside, Just

as long as you know that then you will never cry. (Jerry Brown)

She stands at the sink, the water trickling down her cracked, hardened hands as she longingly stares out the double-paned window. She views the tree, once alive during the spring months of old. Forever winter. Forever cold. She starts toward the oven with reluctance, dreading the work and concentration to come. Her energy is directed toward something else. The hard, cold steel of the oven personifies her stricken heart. She denies the oven's vocation. Forever winter. Forever cold. She observes the broken, dead joints of her wrists. The wrinkles in her hands tell the tales of joyous, delicious labor. Tales of a lingering past in the present dead silenced kitchen. Her work here is done. Her purpose dead. Forever winter. Forever cold. She dismisses her daughter who now enters the cold void that once seethed with tastes, touch, textures, and life. I'm gone now. Her daughter sets the table, once for three, now for two. Forever winter. Forever cold. (Matthew Freitas)

Looking on yesterday, determined to reach tomorrow Look past the negative __voice__ that usually leads to sorrow Jump over the hay stack, where the __needle__ is contained Standing on a __cliff__, people say you are insane. Apprehensive about life, scared of whats to come Living life day to day enjoying all the fun __Mother__ always said you will not get out alive But in order to succeed into life you must dive Dive straight in with no regrets, never looking back Headed towards the __clouds__ is your only act Life sounds like a __whir__, over and over again But things will work out, even if you just pretend. Hold your head up high, and things will work out Just never look back, even when in doubt. (Sharita Henderson)

My lovely mother spends most of her time in the kitchen. Cooking and cleaning, everyday. As I sit here and watch her chop these green peppers with that huge sharp knife, I wonder whats for dinner. I have a healthy appetite and as I look towards the oven set at 375, I could tell this is going to be good. On the cutting board I could see those thick chicken breast, I love chicken. I hear the front door open and see my baby sister walk in with a bagful of groceries in her hand. She goes straight into the kitchen and takes everything out. She puts on one of my mother's apron as I walk away to go talk to my father until dinner is ready. I can smell the aroma of the food in the air, my stomach growls knowing whats to come. Finally I hear my mothers voice says, Jorge ven a comer! Come and eat! As I approach the table and sit down I give thanks to a wonderful mother and this delicious food I'm about to devourer. (Jorge Carrillo)

In a mother’s kitchen There is plenty to taste, smell and see Such as my favorite “chiles rellenos” That mother cooked just for me Wearing her dark blue apron The delicious smell came out of the oven As soon as I walked into kitchen I saw the magnificent plate Waiting for me for be eaten. (Elizabeth Moreno)

Storming in angrily into my mother’s kitchen my sister thrusts through the doors

Here we go again

Tears streaming down her face, erratic hand gestures, stomping, screaming

Knocking down whatever was in her path

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