Here they are! Our fave poems, our wonderful creations and our uhmmm not-so-wonderful ones.... *ahem*
Yvonne (the prolific)
Other Scribblers
Favourite Poems (by REAL poets!)
1. The Poet's Creations
|Indulgence in Self Pity| |Nonsense Poem| |Because| |3 Cheap Poems| |Economics Song| |Body Parts| |Incantation| |The Prawn| |School Sonnet|
I
II
III
IV (extended euphemism for 'I puked')
V
Oh yah--VI
(Yes: I'm mad.)
You gaze back.
White feathers
The red sunset
You ponder
Why?
*Cluck*
#2
#3
Give me a drop of wine
The ear grows
The nose
Your mouth
Eyes are the windows
Your nails grow
I give up.
Almost a scarlet red
In very many varied ways.)
Learning how to fall
on a dojo.
Dulled panic--
tissue shortage--
stuffy head with fuzzy brains
and a dripping nose.
I hit the mat
Wrongly.
Walking in the sun
is far from fun.
Felt like withering
Disintegrating
Melting into
A pool of tepid goo
Kutubrain nitwit
had to sit
on the floor
outside the door.
I looked at dinner
In rhythmic waves
That which had
Gone before
Came out.
To be or not to be
In Judo or OAC
They clash
I gnash
my teeth
and seethe
sullenly.
My Chinese grades were lousy
My Chinese essays lan4 (rotten)
Now I'll be feeling drowsy
While you are having fun.
GRRRRrrrr
bonged-banged-binged
teeny-tiny-tony
sanged-sighed-singed
'Aha!' cries he,
'I will not be
a purple-putty-pony
that bonged-banged-binged.'
glazed with rain
gazed with disdain
upon you
Plastered down.
Damp dignity.
set off by
the white of the fowl
glowed.
(The chickens have no answer)
How?
(The sunset is dumb)
The chicken
nods sagely.
The book and the grass
lay helpless on the floor.
The man with a glass
Was a big big boor.
Try to find the worm
before you buy a rose.
The worm will give a squirm
and you wriggle your toes.
Fly the time and butter
The pen-knife is a cutter
He lies in the big gutter.
but things will not be fine
I cannot write another line...
and hair grows
hopefully
and you eat and grow.
like a shell which
does not grow
You pierce
it and stick
metal things
on it.
is not a rose.
It also grows
like your toes
on your feet.
is like a mouth?
Hers is like a
papaya slice?
Mine is not?
Huh?
It sings
and eats much.
from which
you see things.
beyond the grave.
For this unutterably vile and low-down deed,
We curse that for many a night
they shall not sleep,
Upon no goodies drink and feed
Till they get eyebags very deep
and then they shall finally concede
Defeat and Miserably Weep.
(with Poach, I believe, in response to Harry's proposition that a metaphysical might use a conceit such as prawns and global warming)
on a lettuce bed
Bckoning to me
It comes from the sea
Scrawny legs
It has some segs(ments)
I peel off its shell
It looked as if it was about to swell
in my stomach forever
Trying to be clever
I tell its story now
Little shrimp, so unlike a cow
Does not cause global warming
Even though they may be swarming
The cow is an ugly thing
It cannot even sing
I peel the prawn and think
Can a prawn ever sink?
Probably when it's dead
Then it will sink to the bed
(Of the Sea)
(another brilliant joint effort of Yvonne, Sze and Poach, brought to you from the back of PC class. dedicated to Mr Burge.)
Sitting at the back of PC class
Remembering how it spilt all over me
And wondering how much longer this will last...
When I read History that depresses me
I hate the world and hate the stress
So I become grim and snappy
And I feel that my life is a mess.
And when I need urgently to go pee
But am stuck in the exam hall or wherever
A bottle of water I abhor to see
It leaves me in a fever
[couplet 1]
Things will only get worser and worser
I have no hope for my future
[couplet 2]
But caffeine, joy and toilets are gifts
I tell you again that school is bliss.
[or] my soul and body they uplift.
I'm Overwhelmed! Take me back to A303!