Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

11 June, 2010

Fifth Formers’ Woes









We are kept busy doing homework every day
we never have time to play
We have no time even to rest
Because our parents pressure us to do our best.

Every time teachers come to our class
They warn us never to act crassor
we will have no opportunity
To study in Form Six and university.

The thought of SPM drives all of us crazy
We are given no chance to be lazy
All our hopes are tied up in this examination
It brings upon us parental praise or condemnation.

Our class


A class of monkeys
Ever so lively
Ever so silly
We are not naughty
But always cheeky.

To start off with a typical day.
One of many, you say
Sleepy in the morning
Energetic the moment
The bell rings

Though we may be noisy
We are always busy
Not only with homework
But also as busybodies.

The Olympics games is currently
The topic making our conversations lively
Making us truly,
Madly, deeply - crazy!

Exams have become
Our deadly enemy,
Driving us crazy,
Study! Study! Study!

Occasionally quarrels
End our day
But ever in our hearts and minds
Remains a friendship that binds.

10 June, 2010

Destiny


Love is a flower
It opens the door
To my heart of eternal sorrow
To a brighter tomorrow
Your smile lights up my day
Each kiss like a burning candle's ray
I think of you and I smile
And I wonder
Where would I be without you?
Your radiance is brighter than the stars in heaven
I await the day I will be taken Into your embrace of bliss
Away from the path of loneliness
Together, forever, we shall be
joined together in our destiny.

The bus driver


As the sun rises over the eastern horizon,
He wakes to go from zone to zone,
Fetching students from house to house,
Working steadfastly like a mouse.

Everyday, at the same time,
in the same way, Be it a sunny or rainy day,
Everyday he works, except for Sundays,
School vacations and public holidays.

Nothing else to do but drive,
"Tis he who takes sole responsibility for the children's lives,
True, his job is boring,
But you never hear him complaining!

The bus gets dusty,
The driver then gets busy,
Doing the cleaning,
While his passengers are studying.

Sometimes he, too, will be yawning,
When he hears the children snoring.
occasionally, he indulges in smoking and singing,
To prevent himself from dozing.

As he drops the children home after school,
They laugh, joke and play the fool,
All care is put aside,
Freedom and joy preside.

Finally he goes home after work,
To help his family with the housework.
You may think his services do not count for much,
Still, he has a vital role to play as such.

Snow White



Once upon a stormy night,
A baby was born with skin so white.
But happiness and joy could not be found,
For her mother was no longer around.

The baby grew to be a beauty,
With skin so fair and cheeks so rosy.
Her lips were little petals of rose,
And by golly, what a pretty nose!

Soon the house was filled with cheer,
For her father loved her so dear.
But neither of them was aware,
That evil was lurking in the air.

Far away there lived a witch,
Who woke one morning with a terrible itch,
She barked, "Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?"

Boy, was she bitter and in a rage,
When what she saw was not her face.
She groaned and sulked day and night,
Until a malicious scheme came to light.

She set off with her seven elves in tag,
All her magic packed in a bag.
She flew first class to Beverly Hills,
Along the way she practised her skills.

She made her way to the Whites' residence,
Knocking on the door without hesitance.
Out came Mr. White all drowsy with sleep,
The witch worked her magic with lightning speed.

Mr. White fell head over heels in a flash,
"Marry me!" He cried with flair and dash.
So the witch moved into the mansion,
Careful to hide her devious intentions.

By day she went on shopping sprees,
Dressing up in CK and Armani.
By night she toyed with her potions,
Cooking up deadly toxins and poisons.

The house was bustling, busily preparing,
For Snow White's birthday was soon arriving.
The witch-stepmother grins in delight,
For her worries shall be at an end tonight.

The guests sang the birthday song,
And the wicked witch joust played along.
A sinister smile crept across her lips,
As Snow White lifted her glass for a sip.

Snow White started to turn pale, then green.
No one could fathom what was happening.
All of a sudden she slumped to the floor,
Which made everyone panic all the more.

Amidst the frenzy he appeared,
Tall and poised, ready with gear.
As he crossed the room in stride,
The ladies gasped with their mouths so wide.

"I am a doctor," he announced,
In a perfect French accent it was pronounced.
He knelt down beside the stricken maid,
Checking her pulse to see if she was dead.

"Fear not, dear friends, for she is alive,
And I know just the cure to make her revive!"
With that he planted upon her lips a kiss,
And proclaimed to all that she shall be his.

In a spill, she awoke and was alright,
She opened her eyes and it was love at first sight.
They received their blessings from Mr. White,
And got engaged that very night.

As for the wicked old witch,
She got herself into a hitch.
Her seven elves were tired of her cruel deeds,
And called the FBI who took her away in a jeep.

Finally the Whites were left in peace,
In celebration they threw a jolly feast.
The seven elves became as close as family,
And they all lived in blissful harmony.