Mr. Chin

Birthday Poem for a beloved Teacher.
(composed last minute before literature class to put into his B'day card)

Whether or not your Birthday is tomorrow
I'm not even that sure
I just assumed its the sixth of June
as stated on your I/C number.

Even if it's not as I thought it was
I still wish you a very happy birthday
Whenever it is, wherever it is
I hope you enjoy the day

You've only taught me from January to May
I started five months before today
But in time so short, you've taught me a lot
More than I can ever repay

No matter how bad this poem suck
I hope it won't end up in a rubbish truck
Keep it somewhere so that you remember
This student of yours forever and ever

Happy Birthday Mr. Chin
Thank you for Teaching Me.

Tuesday Morning, 4 BR

Unamed, undated, year 2001

Today is a beautiful day
brightened by the sun, cooled by the winds.
But it is spoilt by the monotone of school
rushin in and out,
waiting for the next class
From the physics test, to the biology lab
And than to class for a period of E math.

English is taught by a young lady teacher,
a very sweet girl, who smiles all the time
But she thinks in malay and teaches us english,
her grammar is unruly, her accent - a monotone.

She's teaching us literature, a new component
a new syllabus, started last year
Everyone is making noise, the guys are restless
People are asking questions, for me, I'm bored.
I'm not listening, instead I'm here
writing this composition, albeit a poor one

The literature is done, and there's time to spare
We're singing nursery rhymes and than come some games
'win, lose or draw' is next on the line
Everyone is happy, I'm no longer bored
For an english teacher, she's mediocre
but, i admit she's a nice girl
I wish very much, she teachers something else
english is not a subject to which she's suited.

class is ended, next is math
This poem stops here, a poor one it is
Written when I'm bored of analysing poems
It is ironic that I should write this
at a time when I should've been studying literature.

2nd Poem in my portfolio..

Mothers

18/11/2000-19/11/2000

I'm going to be sixteen,
but to my mum, I'm not even a teen;
She treats me like a baby,
of just about the age of three;
I know a lot of it is concern,
but, she's getting a bit too persistent!

To a friend's house 300 metres away I'd like to walk,
but my mum's reaction is to turn cobalt;
She'd rather drive me there,
than to let me walk anywhere;
I know she's afraid I'd meet a kidnapper,
but it's wrong to cut off my flying feather.

Ever since I was born I've enjoyed camping,
but my mum finds that extremely worrying;
She worries about this, and she worries about that,
she'd like to come with me, imagine that!
Camping in the jungle, I find that safest,
my mum would never follow because of the leeches.

There are many other things that I can write about,
but it's time for dinner and my dad's shouting out loud;
Treat me like an adult, I wish my mother can,
but I know in my heart, this treatment'll never end;
Thank you for reading this, you are so kind,
I have but one question, are all mothers like mine?

First Poem I Ever Wrote: Title: I Wish

I Wish

Sitting here in the middle of the night,
I wish you were by my side;
You may not remember it;
but to me, the memory is sweet;
On the 18^th of May, Y2K,
I was angry at someone that day;
I needed someone to talk to,
and that person turned out to be you;
You were the only person who understood my feelings,
all the while that we were talking;
What I feel now is probably puppy love,
but in my heart, it's real enough;
It does not matter what happens in the future
but right now, I wish we're together