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11
December 2008
The following writing will
appear in the Amnuay Silpa
Bilingual Anthology.
Poetry
the fragile night
by Pat M4/1
And the light is sparkling on
the horizon,
The sun is melting and gone,
The sky star is shining
reflecting the pond.
It’s the sign of the ending of
dawn…
The water’s sound softly
crushes,
As it's hitting the diamond
dust,
The sound gets louder at the
touch.
Louder, louder, louder…
There is a waterfall at the end
of the river,
The sound is crushing with the
memories of the words spoken,
The water is spinning as it
hardly flows.
Faster, faster, faster…
For me I’m alone in the night,
With the darkness covering my
sight,
For me now the star is bright,
With the feeling of someone
blowing a pipe…
Actually it’s just the wind in
this forsaken night, a night of
terror…
Sound of the Past
Here we are again
Sitting in the farm
Thinking ‘bout the past
Coming to no harm
The barking of the dog
The buzzing of the bee
The ringing of the bell
The crying of poor me
The quaking of the duck
The mocking of the bird
The crashing of the rock
The sounds of which I search
By My, Jo,
Pisit, & Eyed M3/3
Rush Hour
Foreigner traveling in the city
Wearing a big black woollen hat.
He’s carrying lots of clothing
His body seems to be too fat.
The noises from the people
Who are sitting in the shop.
A child stands there howling
At the man robbing the shop.
Tuk tuk is still driving,
Crashing into the taxi.
The cloud changes from grey to
black,
It’s time for rain, more rain.
Everywhere seems to be in
darkness,
The man starts to yawn.
He’s thinking of his fireplace,
“Let’s go to sleep in the bed!”
by Puen &
Gave
M3/3
A Flower Bud Opening
A spring day,
The first day of our love,
A bud beginning to bloom,
A new season.
Now,
The bud is opening,
Like our love.
A change of mind to get
together,
Lose the past, that was a bad
line.
I don’t care who you are,
Just look at my eyes,
Face to face, line to line,
And say that you love me.
The start of love,
Like the flower bud opening,
Red like your mouth.
I touch your lips on one
beautiful day.
Carefully, with open mouth and
open mind
I whisper I love you.
I will remember this day,
Forever.
by Pek M4/2
Haiku
Haiku is Japanese
poetry which includes a seasonal
reference including three lines
with five beats in the first
line, seven beats in the second
line, and five beats in the last
line.
The fish in the
river
Play games with
each other
Happy together
by
Noina M3/2
Letters
Macau
by Time
M3/1
Dear Mint,
On my last holiday I went to
Macau. It’s a long time that I
have been on a great holiday.
First of all I had to pack my
bag and not forget to bring the
Macau map because I didn’t know
the way around Macau.
Macau has
many roads. Before leaving for
Macau I had to go to Suwannapoom
airport with my brother. When we
arrived at the airport the
first thing we did was to find
a restaurant because we were
very hungry. Afterwards we took
a plane to Macau. My brother
reserved a Venetian hotel for us
and on our first day we did not
do much, because the trip from
Thailand to Italy takes a long
time and I was really tired.
Just kidding! Macau looks a
lot like Italy, but we still
only flew 4 hours so we slept
until
7 p.m. and then we went shopping
at the Exhibition Center which
was amazing,because the ceiling
looks like a real sky. On the
second day we went to Taipa.
Taipa is a small village and it
looks like a real Italian
village. It has a very
interesting food street which
is open from 12.00- 21.00 and
offers many different types of
food.
This trip was
heartwarming, because I have
seen many different things and
one of my favourites was the
Venetian hotel.
See you,
Time
Narration
The Cellar
by Bee (M3/2)
He knocked on the big door in
front of him many times, but no
one responded. So he tried to
open it and found that he could.
Inside was nothing but darkness.
His mind began to register fear.
He walked slowly feeling his way
along the wall. It felt cold and
it made his hair stand on end.
Suddenly, something took hold of
his hand. He couldn’t see what
it was. He moved away as far as
he could in the darkness. He
felt cold and there was a smell
of damp. He was lost. He
continued moving trying to
discover where he was. He didn’t
want to be lost inside this
mansion. He descended a set of
stairs and the strong smell of
wine told him that he was in the
cellar. He could hear footsteps.
He put his arms around himself
and cried out in fear. Why did
this have to happen to him on
his birthday, he wondered. The
musty smell drove the thought
from his head. He felt cold and
afraid. He felt as if something
were moving around him. He
crouched down and closed his eyes
tightly, his mind full of fear.
He heard a sound. It grew
louder. The smell of wine became
stronger. Someone or something
moved and then stopped in front
of him. He couldn’t keep his
eyes closed anymore. He opened
them, screaming loudly, but saw
nothing. He stood up and walked
around the cellar trying to find
his way out, but before he
could, he saw a dim light from
the corner and a shadow on the
ground. It was moving, getting
nearer and nearer. He wanted to
run, but it was already too
late. Whoever the shadow
belonged to was about to catch
him.
“God, help me!” he cried out
loudly. He closed his eyes
tightly as something took hold
of his arms.
“Calm down,” said the person
holding his arms.
“It’s me, Drake.”
“Drake?”
He opened his eyes slowly and
saw his friend standing in front
of him. In his hand was a
flashlight.
“Frederick, are you okay?” asked
his friend.
“Um, I’m not sure,” stammered
Frederick.
“We just wanted to surprise you
with a birthday party, but just
as we were about to sing ‘Happy
Birthday’, you ran away,” said
Drake.
“You scared me,” replied
Frederick.
“Oh, we’re sorry,” laughed
Drake.
“So, the person walking around
me who stopped in front of me,
that was you too, right?” asked
Frederick.
“Huh, what are you talking
about?” asked Drake. “I didn’t
walk around you.”
“So, if it wasn’t you, … who was
it?”
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