My own poem...

This is the poem of my own creation for English assignment..based on my life at IPGM. It goes like this...

LIFE OF A TEACHER TRAINEE

KRINGGGG……

The clock struck six,

To the world I say good morning,

Though I know the day promised full of jinx,

So I rushed for my daily dose of hot water,

To prepare Milo and oatmeal,

Easy to eat, easy to cater,

Indeed a hearty meal.

 

Morning trips to the bathroom,

Is like strategizing a pit-stop for a car race,

Judging the right time is crucial,

Or traffic jam is what you will embrace,

Then back to the room,

Get myself groomed before the assembly.

 

Then, there is the lecture,

5 hours of boredom and torture,

With 30 minutes of recess in between,

A huge test of patience to this teen,

Though I know the lecturers’ intention are noble,

To create a super teacher is their goal,

And mine alike.

So there we are together on this mountain hike.

 

Weekends is a blessing,

The one I am craving,

An escape from the hectic weekdays,

The only period where we can off our alarms,

Free to do whatever we want,

Shopping, watching movie or simply loitering,

Just getting a deserved rest,

Before activating the buzz mood again,

THIS IS THE LIFE OF A TEACHER TRAINEE!!!

Written by:-

Yuvarajan a/l Devandran

3 PISMP MT

 Sorry for any improper poetic devices..am just a amateur poet-writer. :-D

The Square Root of Three...

Hello fellas... I'm back after 1 month gap... lots of assignments or ASS-signments should I say... Anywhere I just wanna share this romantic yet quirky poem called "The Square Root of Three". This powm is made famous by the movie , Harold & Kumar : Escape from Guatanamo Bay. The poet has well-blended maths and literature in this poem. The poem sounds like this...

The Square Root of Three

By David Feinberg

 

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

 This is the video of the poem being recited in the movie...