"The Happy Days of the Past"
The scorching hot sun burns the ground
Boys of St. Joseph's Institution Junior does not mind the heat
Looking out to the balding soccer field
Four boys are seen kicking a Nike ball around
I was one of them
Drenched from head to toe
Three of them look at their friend kick the ball
The ball swirled through the air
It started falling back having reached the same level as the 4th floor of any
building
The ball drops, splashing mud onto the khaki shorts of the boys
Laughter can be heard
Those happy days of primary school are over now
Looking back at the beautiful memories
I open my eyes
Fresh pearls of tears flow like a river down my cheeks
Happy times are memorable
However, I have not forgotten
There is an end to all happy times
I close the photo album of beautiful memories
And leave it in a corner of my room
Never to be opened again.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Why I like "If You Forget Me"
You may wonder why I like this poem.
Firstly, let me tell you how it resembles Figurative Language.
In Figurative Language, there are Hyperboles, Personification, Metaphor, Similes, and many more! "Aromas, light, metals,were little boats" is an example of a simile. And "shall stop" is an example of personification.
Moving on to why I like this poem, it is because the poem gives me an opportunity to imagine, with descriptive words and phrases like "wrinkled body of the log" and "crystal moon". The poem is detailed and touching. The sentences which touches me includes: But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Firstly, let me tell you how it resembles Figurative Language.
In Figurative Language, there are Hyperboles, Personification, Metaphor, Similes, and many more! "Aromas, light, metals,were little boats" is an example of a simile. And "shall stop" is an example of personification.
Moving on to why I like this poem, it is because the poem gives me an opportunity to imagine, with descriptive words and phrases like "wrinkled body of the log" and "crystal moon". The poem is detailed and touching. The sentences which touches me includes: But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
My Favourite Poem.
Hi People!
If you do not know, I actually have a favourite poem, that is...
If You Forget Me
By Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
If you do not know, I actually have a favourite poem, that is...
If You Forget Me
By Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Ten Short Stories--- The Way Up to Heaven
Within a jiffy, a man arrived to repair the lift.
Meanwhile, Mrs Foster enjoyed light whisky in a tall glass. Shaking the glass, the ice cubes tinkled against the sides of the glass.
"Madam, the repair is done, but it is unsurprising bright in there," said the repair-man, before picking his tool box up. And bid farewell to Mrs Foster.
"Don't you want your money?" Mrs Foster said politely to the engineer. He collected the payment with both hands from the hands of Mrs Foster.
Getting up, she suspiciously walked towards the lift. She thought: Hmm... what could have gone wrong?
Pressing a button on the side panel, the lift opened. She faced an explosion of light. Covering her eyes with her hand, she slowly opened her eyes, tryiing not to keep them wide open. She walked towards the light, into the lift. Randomly pressing any button, the lift blasted off.
She thought: This is unusual! Since when had there been so many floors in our house? It takes so long! But the lift seems to be travelling at a rapid pace!
To confirm her suspicion, she slowly removed her hands from her face. And she realised what was happening. She was in the sky, blasting off to the middle of nowhere! After 5 minutes, she realised that she was blasted into the universe! In the midst of the planets. She looked around in awe, the astronomical system! Before she managed to finish admiring the planets, she was landed in the middle of nowhere.
Looking around, she shivered and shrieked,"Where is this?! Anyone here?!"
She was surrounded by white clouds. For a while there was no reply, no sign of human life. Then she noticed a vague shape emerging from at least 50 metres away, she strained her eyes to make out the figure...
And she slowly noticed, that the person was Mr. Foster. She ran towards him in an attempt of a hug, but she ran through her husband! Mr Foster shed fresh tears. They missed each other dearly. And then Mrs. Foster said," Dear, why can't I seem to touch you? What happened to you? How did you come here? Where are we?"
Her husband replied," Dear, this is...... Heaven. The lift will disapear and no typical human being from the Earth can touch you. Come, let me bring you to God......"
Mr. Foster grabbed hold of his wife's hand and they ambled together towards a grand wooden door at the far end of the area.
Back in their house on Earth, the driver walked curiously into the lift...
Meanwhile, Mrs Foster enjoyed light whisky in a tall glass. Shaking the glass, the ice cubes tinkled against the sides of the glass.
"Madam, the repair is done, but it is unsurprising bright in there," said the repair-man, before picking his tool box up. And bid farewell to Mrs Foster.
"Don't you want your money?" Mrs Foster said politely to the engineer. He collected the payment with both hands from the hands of Mrs Foster.
Getting up, she suspiciously walked towards the lift. She thought: Hmm... what could have gone wrong?
Pressing a button on the side panel, the lift opened. She faced an explosion of light. Covering her eyes with her hand, she slowly opened her eyes, tryiing not to keep them wide open. She walked towards the light, into the lift. Randomly pressing any button, the lift blasted off.
She thought: This is unusual! Since when had there been so many floors in our house? It takes so long! But the lift seems to be travelling at a rapid pace!
To confirm her suspicion, she slowly removed her hands from her face. And she realised what was happening. She was in the sky, blasting off to the middle of nowhere! After 5 minutes, she realised that she was blasted into the universe! In the midst of the planets. She looked around in awe, the astronomical system! Before she managed to finish admiring the planets, she was landed in the middle of nowhere.
Looking around, she shivered and shrieked,"Where is this?! Anyone here?!"
She was surrounded by white clouds. For a while there was no reply, no sign of human life. Then she noticed a vague shape emerging from at least 50 metres away, she strained her eyes to make out the figure...
And she slowly noticed, that the person was Mr. Foster. She ran towards him in an attempt of a hug, but she ran through her husband! Mr Foster shed fresh tears. They missed each other dearly. And then Mrs. Foster said," Dear, why can't I seem to touch you? What happened to you? How did you come here? Where are we?"
Her husband replied," Dear, this is...... Heaven. The lift will disapear and no typical human being from the Earth can touch you. Come, let me bring you to God......"
Mr. Foster grabbed hold of his wife's hand and they ambled together towards a grand wooden door at the far end of the area.
Back in their house on Earth, the driver walked curiously into the lift...
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