Worldview Through Poetry

About Me Poem A bright orange colour                                  I fear writing stories   It usually makes me calmer                                    Every category    I love to play soccer                                       They are like a berry But I’m not much of a talker                 They taste bad or like glory Hockey is my favourite sport          My hockey stick is my pencil Yet I’m also really short                        It guides me as a utensil I go often to the airport                                         It is extensile As traveling I support                                      It isn’t prehensile I speak three languages                         Humans have a tendency That I have to manage                            To make life a difficulty And use to my advantage               By inventing new technology It will be a passage                      And fighting wars over money My parents are engineers                           This is my worldview     Support me and cheer                                                                  ... They are really dear                                  By Luciano Sarmiento But sometimes I wish they weren’t here                                    ...

Explanation: For this last poem I divided different subjects into the stanzas including the sports I play. Throughout the book, these subjects are there. Some of lines may be a bit weird but I couldn’t find other words.

Language identity More than half of humans Speak at least two languages.  Multilingualism has been shown to  Have many social, psychological And lifestyle advantages.  When we’d invented one language, It wouldn’t have been long Before we created many more. Human thought takes place  Within language mindsets,  And that bilinguals have Different mindsets for each language. Many bilinguals say they feel Different when they speak their other language.

Explanation: I went on Safari and looked for a text about multilingualism because it’s important to me. I then highlighted sentences and words that stood out to me. After that, I deleted some words or sentences that I found unnecessary. I replaced one or two words to have it make more sense. And then I had the result above.

1: Hockey is awesome Skating feels like I’m flying Traveling is great 2: Running and kicking Soccer is second for me Keeps me in good shape 3: Project based learning Technology is big part Lots of great field trips

Explanation: These three haikus are the biggest things in my life currently which is why I put them down. The third line in haikus is supposed to be random and different.

This is my worldview What I’m writing is overdue I like to play hockey Yet my life is really rocky As quick as a hare But I just didn’t care About my size Which may surprise My friends  Who are legends

Explanation: This poem is quite broad. I briefly describe myself physically while talking about other things. It doesn’t make that much sense even for me.

The ref put his hand up, and next I knew He blew his whistle, pointed at me And went to the box, to say it was roughing The lights were bright, but the rink was cold I was a little kid then, but I was frustrated  because my team was losing, I headed to my bench But the ref stopped me, and changed my direction My head was heating up, from my anguish at the ref I stepped in the box and, threw my stick and gloves Took my helmet off, and tried to storm off.

Explanation: This poem was about a tantrum I threw many years back. I made my poem about it because I wanted to base off something I learned while playing hockey. That day I realized that tantrums won’t get you anywhere but I still occasionally have them, mostly against bad refs.

As I step inside, it’s suddenly colder than the outside. It’s a weird feeling. I get goosebumps sometimes and my muscles tense from the temperature drop. I can start smelling the sweat from players who have spent countless hours on that ice. I have become used to it but I see the faces of parents of teens who make faces and cringe at the smell from meters away. I can hear the buzzers, referee whistles, and loud parents cheering their kids on by chanting the name of the team. As I touch my stick, I visualize myself making a nice play during the game and scoring. As my teammates get here, we start laughing and messing around a bit. Getting tapped by your line mate. Receiving a hit by an opponent and crashing into the boards. You taste the blood in your mouth from your cut. I see a hockey arena.

Explanation: I have spent countless hours at hockey arenas, they are almost like second homes to me. Either I’m paying, practising or watching, I feel relaxed and comfortable in arenas,

 Hockey is like traveling. The referees are security officials. The players are the travellers. The stick and the puck are suitcases. When you’re losing it’s the wait time of the plane and the flight. The coaches are guides. And a goal is the satisfaction and happiness of the destination.

Explanation: Most of the poems in this book are either about hockey or have a part about hockey. I’ve also traveled to several different places round the world and I enjoy travel. I decided to compare two activities that I really like in this poem.

Worldview has evolved through generations. It invents things that change history It tricks us into wars and discriminations. As it befriends money To feed our ambitions Worldview is like a bully That’s not all As it also makes us who we are And whether big or small Our egos make us think we’re stars Worldview is the reason we’re different And makes our choices significant.

Explanation: This poem is my view of worldview. It’s what shapes and drives humans but as it has good things it must also include bad things.

Crunch, I get hit into the boards. Boom, I slap shot the puck. Ting, the puck hits the boards. The other team gets it, I start skating backwards Shhhhrr, I stop And start back to the puck. “Go” yell all the parents to their respective teams. Smack, the bench closes. My teammate grabs the puck He skates down the ice with it He passes it to our center. He in turn drops it for my partner, He shoots, he scores.

Explanation: This what I hear constantly during my games. Most of them are exaggerated but then the poem would be boring (at least more boring than it might already be).

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