Self-publish poem

The Fish by SP

Breeze breeze the music of the wind,

The soul of the acrobat

Grazes water and passes by

Before somersaulting,

Disappears into the sky.

Golden granules shine brightly.

A glittering body

Dives down the deepest part.

It prances through

An aquamarine current.

Swimming freely is

The happiest moment in its life.

Joins others and creates

The symphony of dancing and singing

No fear of being trapped.

Enjoys the ever lasting

Giggling ocean and peeking rainbow.

    In writing this poem, it took three days for me to finish it. Then, at first, I was going to publish my poem by writing it on the ground in different places. However, I changed my mind and decided to make Pla-ta-pian, woven fish, because they should be able to attract people. These woven fish are originally made from coconut leaves, but I used papers instead. It took me a day to make forty of these and attached poems to them. A week later, I published my poems around the Science World because I volunteered for the Dragon Boat Festival. Most people were nice when I went up to them and asked if they were interested in reading my poems. Even though I was daunted in the beginning, I felt more confident later on. Also, I published my poem on Facebook and Instagram. I got forty-two likes on Facebook and twenty-six likes on Instagram. Many people told me that the fish are cute and they could see the image when they read my poems.

"Do Seek Their Meat from God" Paragraph

          In the short story "Do Seek Their Meat from God" by Charles G.D. Roberts, the context shows that two panthers are hunting for their food because they have to feed their children and they are hungry. This is an instinct of every creature to try to survive. Even though they may know that the child is young and lonely, the panthers are going to kill him. God creates everything in the world and he also creates food for all living things to keep them alive. The child is supposed to be the panthers' food if a man does not come and kill the panthers. Killing two panthers leads to the sad ending that their cubs die because of starvation.

Poetry Publishing Project

A Coffee Shop

Sitting in a shop,

I'm enjoying

drinking mocha.

Milk chocolate smell

drives away my stress

I feel warm and calm

after drinking it.

Seeing others drink

different beverages,

I want to try new ones.

A Common Thai Food

Green and fragrant smell

from basil leaves

Red and spicy taste

from chilies mixed

with ivory garlics,

meats, and other ingredients.

It becomes more tasty when

eaten with

a fried egg or an omelet,

and jasmine rice.

It's not famous

as Pad-Thai, but

it is well known

as Pad-Krapow.

It took me two days to write these poems and I made 16 copies of each of them. At first, I wanted to publish them on a weekend, but I had to do something else. Therefore, I published 'A Coffee Shop' at the area around the Blenz Coffee Shop after school with Claire's help. I published 'A Common Thai Food' in the downtown area on the other weekend with my brother's help. I felt anxious and awkward to ask strangers to read my poems; my english language is not good and  some of strangers seemed busy. However, after some of them told me that they like my poems, I got more confidence and tried to finish publishing them.

Sweet Like A Crow

Your hair looks like
a pile of rusting steel
like a bunch of grass on soil
like branches that grow from a tree
like fibers that were spit
from eating oranges,
like tapeworms in an intestine,
like a guitar's strings,
burning straws
a climber growing up
a wire hanging on a roof.
Like leaves tearing apart,
like a cobweb being woven by a spider
like a source of an evil,
a tuft of a poodle's fur, staples on a book
like moving legs of insects
like thorns from a flower's stem,
a huge ribbon, like a robe
being cut, like
falling pollen, the surplus
after eating spaghetti,
splinters from woods,
plumage from a crow,
like earthworms
that are living underground
like lines I drew on a paper
and I feel a strange object
touching my shoulder.

This Is Just To Say

I have seen
your hand-made album
that was in
the gift box

and which
you were probably
making
for me

Forgive me
they were impressive
so warm
and so tender

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

an iphone 5 with
a Snoopy case

cracked in some
parts

inside my big-
grey bag

Mother's Day Poems