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Jamie Pan Poem
Wild galloping horse
Berlin nineteen forty-five
Hoof pounding the Earth
10/01/17
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Jamie Pan Poem
The day was fine and sunlit,
Decorated by several clouds
drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky.
Chorused by gentle puffs of the morning breeze,
Sending leaves on the streets twirling like
ballerinas in a dazzling and mesmerising dance.
and the trees too,
waving their twigs like hands saluting people walking past,
Then the emergency siren suddenly shrieked,
Threatening of a descending storm,
Send us scurrying to safety,
As dark clouds stretched across the horizon
and its shadow slowly devours the daylight,
People around the village stormed like a colony of ants panicking
from the incoming storm,
Busy sand-bagging their houses and boarding up their windows with plywood
To keep them from falling apart.
I was inside my study room,
Huddled beneath the mountain of textbooks piling around me,
Terrified that I may not survive
from whatever’s happening outside,
From the storm clouds swarming over the school,
Unleashing sudden, violent bolts of lightning slashing across the skyline
As the deafening roar of thunder echoed through the village,
And then it came.
Cruel and merciless rain beating down upon us,
An untamed ocean of terror and destruction thrown from the unusually blackened sky
accompanied by the howling of immense hurricane-like wind,
Red blood-like sap spurted from the trees
moaning and groaning in agony
As their limbs were brutally ripped away by the monstrous downpour.
The winds were savage animals screaming at the children
While gnawing and clawing at our houses
like a pack of hungry wolves
searching for their frightened prey.
Iced daggers stabbed at my feet
As the waterfall gushed through our roof
And knocked me to the floor.
Slowing the pressure eased,
as the rain gradually lessoned,
until finally fading into a charming melody,
Resembling the graceful chimes of bells.
The molten-gold rays peaked out over the mountain-tops
Emerging from behind a peaceful sheet of mist,
Casting slanted beams of light shining across the village.
Fluttering of wings could be heard
as birds erupted from their shelters
followed by an explosion of elegant song.
They sailed majestically over the schoolyard in unison,
Chirping and cheeping through the village’s moat of vast forest
as happy as a newborn penguin.
When I stared toward the golden coin glistening in the brilliant sky,
It appeared to me that the day was fine and sunlit,
Decorated by several clouds
drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky.
WRITER STATEMENT
My poem Storm is an extended metaphor for the emotions around school exams. It is written in three parts: before, during and after the exam. The intended audience is teachers, and the purpose is to elicit sympathy towards students, especially ones who underperform in exams. This poem has a scary mood, featuring the themes of destruction and terror up to the climax when ‘Iced daggers stabbed at my feet/As the waterfall gushed through our roof’. The third stanza used ‘birds’ to metaphorically represent the joyful group of students after the examination.
Sibilance was used when ‘the emergency siren suddenly shrieked’, with the sharp ‘s’ sound being uncomfortable and shocking to the reader. Sibilance was also used in the previous quote ‘Iced daggers stabbed at my feet’ allowing the reader to picture and feel the uncomfortable and painful scenario of rain ‘gushing’ through the roof like daggers made of ice. The mood intensified at critical points, with similes such as ‘leaves on the streets twirling like ballerinas’. Personification was used in the simile ‘gnawing and clawing at our houses like a pack of hungry wolves’, which exaggerated the wind’s animalistic brutality. An example of vivid auditory imagery is the personification and assonance of the trees that ‘moaned’ and ‘groaned’, which is an unpleasant and painful human sound, strongly appealing to the reader’s empathy. Furthermore, enjambment was used during the second stanza to create an interrupted rhythm. This changed the tone to a more panicked one, engaging the reader in the suspense of the storm.
Anthropomorphism was used throughout the second stanza, where the storm clouds were accompanied by ‘the deafening roar of thunder’ and throws down upon the village ‘an untamed ocean of terror and destruction’. The use of lending a human element to a non-human subject (eg. Storm) allows the reader to emphasise with the feelings of the ‘villagers’, increases the relativity between the storm and the villagers, and also granting character to the subject (ie. Storm).
Structurally, the shape of the text varied dramatically (not shown on the site, due to space availability) during the second stanza to represent the calamity and disorder brought by the storm, contrasted with the peace before and after the storm. The poem was also framed by repeating the same three lines at the beginning and end. This engages the reader in the message that no storm lasts forever just like exams.
06/01/17
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Jamie Pan Poem
For your birthday I made you a cake,
which took quite a long time to bake,
but to send it your way,
I used a trebuchet,
and now it's all over the lake.
Copyright © Jamie Pan | Year Posted 2019
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Today is a very boring day,
There is nothing good to do,
I went crushing through the toilet door and
landed in the loo,
There's a cobra nesting in my pants,
and a wombat on my head,
There's a walrus flopping here and there,
By god, I think I'm mad!
Today is a just so boring,
I swallowed a stick of glue,
there's a goblin hoard in my backyard and
a pack of werewolves too.
There's a chicken atop a unicorn,
a penguin swinging a sword,
there's a Leprechaun feeling all forlorn,
Oh, I'm so thoroughly bored!
Today's such a boring day,
I slipped and banged my face,
A spaceship crush-landed on the roof
and set the house ablaze,
A meteor came looming into view,
as volcanoes roared away,
Oh well, there's nothing good to do,
it's a very boring day.
22/01/17
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I accidently ate some chilli seeds
That fell into my tea,
I went screaming and shooting through the roof
And landed in the sea.
My dearest mum yelled “You’ll burn your mouth!”
While hopping about like a flea,
But I left not a single seed to waste
And Lost my sense of taste.
It’s well over a decade now,
But my mind always reads:
I accidently ate some chilli seeds
That fell into my tea
10/01/17
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The day was fine and sunlit, Decorated by several clouds drifting
aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky. Chorused by gentle
puffs of the morning breeze, Sending leaves on the
streets twirling like ballerinas in a dazzling and
mesmerising dance. and the trees too,
waving their twigs like hands
saluting people walking past,
Then the emergency siren
suddenly shrieked,
Threatening of a
descending storm,
Send us scurrying
to safety, As dark
clouds stretched
across the horizon
and its shadow
slowly devours
the daylight,
People around
the
village
stormed
like a colony
of ants panicking
from the incoming
storm,
Busy sand-bagging their houses
and boarding up their windows with
plywood To keep them from falling apart.
I was inside my study room, Huddled beneath
the mountain of textbooks piling around me, Terrified
that I may not survive from whatever’s happening outside,
From the storm clouds swarming over the school, Unleashing
sudden, violent bolts of lightning slashing across the skyline
As the deafening roar of thunder echoed through the village,
And then it came. Cruel and merciless rain beating down
upon us, An untamed ocean of terror and destruction
thrown from the unusually blackened sky
accompanied by the howling of
immense hurricane-like wind,
Red blood-like sap
spurted
from the trees moaning
and groaning in agony As their limbs
were brutally ripped away by the monstrous downpour.
The winds were savage animals screaming at the children While
gnawing and clawing at our houses like a pack
of hungry wolves searching for their frightened
prey. Iced daggers stabbed at my feet As the
waterfall gushed through our roof And knocked
me to the floor. Slowing the pressure eased, as
the rain gradually lessoned, until finally fading
into a charming melody, Resembling the graceful
chimes of bells. The molten-gold rays peaked out
over the mountain-tops Emerging from behind a
peaceful
sheet of mist,
Casting slanted beams
of light shining across the
village. Fluttering of wings could
be heard as birds erupted from their
shelters followed by an explosion of elegant
song. They sailed majestically over the schoolyard
in unison, Chirping and cheeping through the village’s
moat of vast forest as happy as a newborn penguin.
When I stared toward the golden coin glistening
in the brilliant sky, It appeared to me
that the day was fine and
sunlit Decorated
by
several
clouds
drifting
aimlessly
in
the
radiant ocean-blue
sky.
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It all starts off at the anode,
where the electrons are lost,
they went bumping and shooting through the wire
and set the voltmeter on fire.
There's a huge crash-land in the cathode,
where the cations are reduced,
then the anions sprinted back through the salt bridge,
and electricity is produced.
Copyright © Jamie Pan | Year Posted 2019
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Jamie Pan Poem
I love you more than
spring’s resplendent azure sky
there is a passion
I love you more than
summer’s brilliant waterfalls
I have a passion
I love you more than
autumn’s leaves of gold and red
I hold a passion
I love you more than
winter’s frosty tears of dew
you are my passion.
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WRITER'S STATEMENT
My poem 'I love you more than" is based on the theme of love. I believe that love itself should be everlasting just like seasons (in a way, I meant love should be always there, repeating over years and years and years... everlasting like seasons). The usage of seasons also act as a metaphor for lover's feelings, since I believe love should also have different emotions. What I mean is that at times, a happy couple may feel sad, depressed, angered, just like the big weather changes of different seasons. But whatever they have gone through, it won't be everlasting as they will be happy together afterwards again, just like any harsh and icy winters will always end up as the bright and brilliant spring.
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Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Contest Name: VALENTINE POEM TO PUT ME IN THE MOOD
Date written: 13/01/17
Placement: 3rd place
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Oh graceful enchanting Ocean!
Your brilliant mesmerising waves
captivated my heart,
I can hear them calling to me,
can feel them
embracing me gently
As you summon them back and forth,
They invitingly drag me along,
As the sirens sing their song.
Oh resplendent sparkling sea!
I long for a life filled with wonder
On your infinite azure blue,
Waving my tail joyfully
As the day starts anew,
Orange and yellow lights dancing radiantly in the waters,
A miraculous sight.
As the dazzling sun sets,
Shining slanted beams of sunlight
Stretching across the vast ocean
As stars brighten the night.
Oh mysterious tides!
A world filled with endless possibilities,
Bathing calmly in this boundless sapphire-filled bathtub,
As your sprays tenderly brush my face
While partying with the sunlight
With beauty and grace.
Upon you I sail,
Transcending beyond imaginations to lands afar,
Freedom and adventure
Is what you are.
29/01/17
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african grassland
deafening roars of hooves
the great migration
Contest: : THE TROIKA (Haiku with hooves)
Spondor : John Lawless
Written on: 11th of January, 2017
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