James "Burn"

My hair is charcoal black, burnt by pyre

I am not as charming as the Lord Vampire

Inside my heart, feels like the prints on tyre

It feels like getting punctured by barb wire

My third name is just merely *woods in fire

Trying to get myself free from a quagmire

I always dream of owning a huge empire

Where servants and maids call me "Sire!"

But I plan to live like *Sam in *The Shire

Working hard and never feeling tired.

* woods in fire = 钟泽燊 (3 fire characters on 1 wood character)

* Samwise Gamgee, later known as Samwise Gardner and commonly as Sam, is a fictional character in J. R. R.Tolkien's legendarium. Samwise is one of the chief characters in Tolkien's novel The Lord of the Rings, in which he fills an archetypical role as the sidekick of the protagonist, Frodo Baggins.

* The Shire is a region of J. R. R. Tolkien's fictional Middle-earth, described in The Lord of the Rings and other works. The Shire refers to an area settled exclusively by Hobbits and largely removed from the goings-on in the rest of Middle-earth. It is located in the northwest of the continent, in the large region of Eriador and the Kingdom of Arnor. Its name in Westron was Sûza "Shire" or Sûzat "The Shire". Its name in Sindarin was i Drann.

I Jump

"You are fired!!!" said Mr. Donald Trump

Stand up straight and please don't slump

Try to stay calm, off from the train I jump

Like a stunt man, falling with a loud bump

With bruises, I'm as quiet as a tree stump

Ouch, on my head grows a big, rosy lump

Luckily, it's not as huge as a camel's hump

This is a short poem written specially for a friend, WC, who jumps from a moving train (to avoid from boarding the train, because she's just sending off her relative, and ended up trapping in the train, so, she jumped). The luckiest thing is she's just slightly injured at her forehead and leg only. She's recovering from her injuries now. Let's wish her a speedy recovery...^^

Just A Bard

I am not a romantic and talented bard

In Valentines not giving roses and card

But my love is flavourful like mustard

As sweet as caramel-flavoured custard

And I think I am just a lucky bastard

Everyone just think I am really a retard

But my brain didn't grow an inch of lard

I am writing poem, not getting bombard

Poems are memories that come in shards

So that my life will be moving on forward

Not living in shadows of past like a coward.

HB, My Friend, Eugyne

Hi, Eugyne...

Looking cute and sweet

Wearing a sweater prettily-knit

Pkok's there...

Looking cool and neat

Waiting for you at the street

Sorry, friend...

I don't have cash to give a treat

And I don't know how to tweet

It's not that I don't give a shit*

Happy 21st Birthday, I sincerely greet

Wishing both of you, forever sweet...XD

* don't give a shit=don't care, sorry for the rude usage of word, I just wanna rhyme up the words...>.<

P/S: Have fun and enjoy yourself in this wonderful, romantic weekend...^^

(For my housemate, Pkok's GF, Eugyne, and she's also a friend of mine)

马来. 夏

夏天就好像热情奔放的美洲拉丁女郎

不停地刺激你的感官，让你神魂颠倒

新陈代谢的错乱让身体的抵抗力下降

这时，瘟神随着夏日的到来趁火打劫

很多无辜的人类也因为它，而病倒了

夏天就好像酷热，无情的撒哈拉沙漠

让我整天裸着上身像石器时代的猿人

汗流浃背的我像田野里耕田的大水牛

累积豆大般的汗水似乎会流成尼罗河

炎阳好不容易把我的皮肤染成古铜色

我只想在这酷热的天气里吃着红豆冰

甜滋滋的炼奶就像初恋中的清纯少女

咀嚼着的花生碎在口中环绕翩翩起舞

沙滩上徘徊着,日光浴着的比基尼少女

看着养眼的美女也是夏天其中的享受

P/S：

在此，祝：

那些生病的亲戚朋友们早日康复，好好保重

新婚夫妇，热恋中的情侣乘这天气爱得火热

单生朋友乘这天气散发阳光的自己，寻找爱

孝顺的儿女们也别忘了在父母脸颊送个热吻...XD

Recovery

Walking in the rain, not-so-clever

I fall sick again, waiting to recover

Around me thick blankets cover

What makes me a careless driver?

Hands and legs feel like screwdriver

Don't have strength to lift weight with lever

Vultures up in the blue sky, patiently hover

Sensing the danger above, my legs quiver

Inside my grasp holds a four leaves clover

Protecting myself with a big, sharp cleaver

I was praying to get a double-action revolver

And my reflexes becoming faster than ever

Shooting the birds will help me to recover

A loud "bang" will send the birds shiver

Because I don't want to get sick forever.

Drifting Heart

Seeing a shooting star

I am speeding up my car

Drifting on the road of tar

Inside the engine lives an ugly scar

It's thumping like the battles song of war

It tastes bitter sweet like a dark chocolate bar

Please tell me how do I keep it in an air-tight jar?

Then sink it in the ocean and let it float away, very far...