Vanguard-Imaginative Arts

Hey everyone! Here are my two prezis the first one is on the acrostic poem (for journeyman) and the second is the pictures:
http://prezi.com/wpyamw20okrm/acrostic-poem/
http://prezi.com/nhmsidc6sel2/michelangelo-picture-prezi/

And here is my poem that I shared for Apprentice I took my potter poem from last year and changed it into a poem about a creator

The Creator

By Megan Johnson

A creator takes a ball of clay and works it in his hands,
He wonders what to create, he kneads, and sifts like sand,
He slaps it on his wheel and begins to spin and spin,
Soften and preparing for a master piece to begin.

He looks around his little shop at his creations and more,
He smiles at it tenderly, as the kiln begins to roar
His head turns from the kiln memories begin,
He turns back to his work and tugs at his lips a grin.

The many times he'd been here in his little quiet shop,
The time he ruined a batch of pots, the time the glaze was glop,
The sad times and the glad times, throughout his life till now,
The hard times and the good times why he did and how,

He was happy with each thing he made each perfect and messed-up,
He had a memory with each he loved them down to a cup,
He thought about the time he had discovered his talent wheel,
The first time he'd tried it, He remembered it gave him a thrill

There had been times His talent taken the back seat,
With finances and family, it wasn't always first treat,
He sighed to think of times oh so long ago,
When he had entered in that big art talent show.

It was that show that first began his love for creation,

He wasn't perfect at first his work needed re-makin',

But not to fear,he went with love and dreams anyway,
Through trials and hard ships he'd made it 'till today.

He had his knowledge of the world and science and art,
Most of all his creation a talent he'd worked on since start,
He sold and worked and created, others collected it too,
He'd help it go on and on to generations a new.

Was he satisfied with all he'd done?
Was he ready to move on?
Had he done something great?
If not was it too late?

Had he used his talent for righteousness,
Was he devoted to God?
He loved and feared the lord in lightness,
Was he kind to all with flaw?

He pondered his life from start 'till now,
And was proud of it some how,
He wasn't perfect, but he could say,
He'd walked God's chosen way.

He released his joyful heart through his creations,
He made it all his own, some even call it amazin!
He loved what he did, and he loved what he made
Who else could be happier? Whats more, he gave.

As he finished the art work and laid it gently aside,
He wiped his hands upon his apron, and cast about his eyes,
Preparing to glaze and finish the pot just as God finishes each of us,
We should be as a pot and let our Potter help and guide and fuss.

For God can help us become perfect even if we don't look the part,
God sees all of us perfectly each sour, spicy and tart,
He can help us become perfect on the inside so deep
Let us each be like a Potter so humble and so meek

Love the Lord and the talents he give us,
Use the for righteous purposes,
I'm happy with my talents, not really any for art :)
But I can do what I can do and work with happy heart.

I will be contented with all that I can do,
I will be kind to all, find not fault through and through,
I will guide the troubled soul, I will always do my part,
Follow God's rules all ready like a chart

Follow the commandments, fulfill my mission complete,
I will be like a Creator, Humble, kind and meek.

 

It was a great week!!