Shakespeare.

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William Shakespeare, baptised on 26 April 1564 and died on 23 April 1616 but his arts remain alive. It is a timeless collection.

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One of my favourite sonnet of his is

 Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red, than her lips red:

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound:

I grant I never saw a goddess go, 

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,

As any she belied with false compare.

The main theme of this sonnet is love. A true love. The persona describes his mistress and express his love to her unconditionally. Love is blind. Beauty is in the eyes of beholder. When you love someone, you will accept her or him no matter what and that is what this sonnet is trying to portray. The persona truly know his love that he can describe so much about her but still love her. It is better to truly know someone and love him or her than to love someone that you do not really know. To love is to know.

How sweet isn't it? I wish someone could portray his love to me in such a beautiful poetry. :)

shikin hasnan.

Onomatopoeia.

What is onomatopoeia? Onomatopoeia are words that are sound like the objects they name or the sound that those objects made. Onomatopoeia is a word that imitates the sound it represents. For example like meow, roar, oink, splash, crack, boom, slurp, crunch, munch and etc.

Onomatopoeia Poem : Buzzzzz

Buzzzzzz bee buzzzz

swoosh by my ear

plink plank plunk

my feet in puddles

while buzzzz bee buzzzz

Buzzzz bee buzzz

by the huming bird hummmmm

whoosh around his head

hummmmmm bird hummmmm

buzzz bee buzzzzzz

buzzzz bee buzzzz

YOUCH, you stung me

oooch eeech ouch!

scat bee scat

buzzzz bee buzzzz

Onomatopoeia Poem : Kaboom!

KABOOM!

Kaboom!
Ka-blast
Way in the past
the miners mined for ore.
They searched for copper, iron and salt,
for that and much, much more.

Kaboom!
The bite
of dynamite
cut deep inside the earth.
The charge explodes revealing lodes
of minerals of worth.

Kaboom!
The dust,
the air so mussed
went swirling through the sky.
It was a sight, the dynamite
that made the mountains fly.

Kaboom!
The earth
was filled with mirth
so tickled by the boom.
The miner's pleasure,
each newfound treasure
that followed each
Kaboom!

by Denise Rodgers

Now that you know what is onomatopoeia, you too can start writing your very own onomatopoeia poem. Do share if you write one k!

shikin hasnan.

Leisure.

Leisure is one of the selected poem for Form Three students. It is written by William Henry Davies.
The poem is very beautiful and it remind me how I took every little things for granted. The world is such a beautiful place to live if we really appreciate it.

Sometimes we are too busy with our works, responsibilities and with our pack schedule, and we always forget that there is so much more to life to enjoy. Sometimes we have to sit back and relax and just enjoy the nature. Take time to really enjoy our surrounding and appreciate it.

stanza 3:

"No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass."

Have we ever stop to see the trees and appreciate it? I bet no because we are so busy walking or driving to reach to our destination.

stanza 4:

No time to see in broad daylight

Streams full of stars, like stars at night.

One thing that caught me is the stanza 4. When I was a little girl, I used to love to watch stars at night, I even ask my mother to accompany me watching stars because I always wondered how on earth that stars can be so bright yet so far away that I can't reach them. Now that I am so busy, I forgot how beautiful they are and I no longer enjoy watching stars because I have no time to do so.

So, lets start enjoying the nature even though we are so busy with life, make some time to enjoy the very simple things in life and may be we will find such tranquil when doing so.

shikin hasnan.

Poem Analysis 2- In The Midst of Hardship.

A COLLECTION OF POEMS, SHORT STORIES AND DRAMA FORM 4 AND FORM 5.

THE POEM: IN THE MIDST OF HARDSHIP BY LATIFF MOHIDIN.

At dawn they returned home

Their soaky clothes torn

And approached the stove

Their limbs marked by scratches

Their legs full of wounds

But on their brows

There was not a sign of despair

The whole day and night just passed

They had to brave the horrendous flood

In the water all the time

Between bloated carcasses

And tiny chips of tree barks

Desperately looking for their son’s

Albino buffalo that was never found

They were born amidst hardship

And grew up without a sigh or a complaint

Now they are in the kitchen, making

Jokes while rolling their cigarette leaves.

Poem Analysis 1- Hanging Fire.

Hanging Fire by Audre Lorde.

I am fourteen

and my skin has betrayed me

the boy I cannot live without

still sucks his thumb

in secret

how come my knees are

always so ashy

what if I die

before the morning comes

and momma's in the bedroom

with the door closed.

I have to learn how to dance

in time for the next party

my room is too small for me

suppose I die before graduation

they will sing sad melodies

but finally

tell the truth about me

There is nothing I want to do

and too much

that has to be done

and momma's in the bedroom

with the door closed.

Nobody even stops to think

about my side of it

I should have been on Math Team

my marks were better than his

why do I have to be

the one

wearing braces

I have nothing to wear tomorrow

will I live long enough

to grow up

and momma's in the bedroom

with the door closed.