Poems About Me
House Gokturk Suite Number 3

By Lucas Shum

At the second hour,
On the seventh day of the twelfth month,
I would like to present some descriptive lines
Which will describe myself,
As true as it can be.

However, there are some warnings at first,
which all of you should respect:

As the content may concern,
Promise me, if the contents cause troubles to anyone, you, or me
Please don't tell anyone, especially my counselor;
I was doing the best I can when choosing the poems,
But if those are not the best,
Thank you for your comment,
But this project is final!

I brought this keyboard today,
To show the uniqueness of myself;
Containing the heritage of the Chinese orient,
The American technology and patriotism;
To my love toward My Computer.

House Centrella Suite Number 2
A Riddle
Lucas Shum

I am more powerful than Pascal's machine;
Give me - twenty-six volumes of encyclopedia - to chew;
Bring me - seventy-four minutes of symphony - to digest;
I still feel empty - give me more!
I bring people together and apart;
I set and break thousands of barriers;
I worked and failed;
I tried and stopped;

I helped to solve and produce crimes;
I bring the world to your fingertips;
I work much faster than an ambidextrous person;
I am an artifice;

My characteristics: novel, ingenious, unpredictable;
My existence made dot-com industries possible;

I can start and stop millions of peoples' work;
I bring information and garbage;
I am everywhere - in the school, on the road, every business and every town, in your pocket, above your head and out of this world!

I bring happiness, sadness and GPF;
I am your best ally and worst enemy.

Who am I?

Beginning - Allegro Andante

From the beginning:
I was born in "Athens of America,"
August fourteenth, nineteen eighty-six;
Not much later, I moved to the British "Pearl of the Orient,"
Where I was educated Elementarily and Secondarily.

The thing that I am showing you right now
Is a hat that I wore
Since when I was three.
I wear it when the weather was cold occasionally,
And I like it:
It symbolizes my childhood years
When I still not studying the word "centromere."

I Remember
Thomas Hood

I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heav'n
Than when I was a boy.

Result of the inadequate support from the faculty,
I felt that my creativity was lost in those years,
Why would I be so closed, isolated to the rest of the world?
Why would there still be things that I don't understand?

Empire State - Allegro

On the eighth year of my formal education
My family and I moved to America,
At the state where "Gateway to freedom" stands.
In the year two thousand, on the day where lovers are celebrated
I entered Weber Middle School.
Very shortly,
There was a field trip,
To Ellis Island.
Amazingly,
I felt like the poem,
Written by Emma Lazarus
In the year nineteen hundred and three:

The New Colossus (Excerpt)
Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land:
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost, to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Two weeks after I arrived Weber
Mr. Shalett, who was my science teacher,
left for Arizona

After a friend in my class, Mai Onari,
follow her parents back to Japan,
Everyone in my class were very upset;

Continued by the comes' and gos'
of Juliana Costa, back to Brazil,
of Louis Wou, back to whatever state,
and of Shawna Hardy, onto Upstate New York
the next year;

Some others, either separated or combined
by the schedule,
Some of the friends I have
experienced irreplaceable lost;
And therefore I felt little dizzy

Realized that friendship is a special thing
To connect you and me with links.
I felt like a boy named Phyllis Lin,
Who wrote a poem named "Changes."
His friend Chrissy, has been his friend for
The last twenty seasons, he said.

But since their ninth year of the K thru twelfth education,
They weren't able to get together much more;
Class switched, teacher replaced.
And they faced the fact that Chrissy was not close to him anymore.

They have grown up, all right,
They were thinking of their great times together,
Phyllis wrote a poem, and he says,

Changes
Phyllis Lin

"Friends forever," you promised.
"Together till the end."
We did everything with each other.
You were my best friend.

When I was sad, you were by my side.
When I was scared, you felt my fear.
You were my best support -
If I needed you, you were there.

You were the greatest friend,
You always knew what to say:
You made everything seem better.
As long as we had each other,
Everything would be okay.

But somewhere along the line,
We slowly came apart.
I was here, you were there,
It tore a hole in my heart.

Things were changing,
Out cheerful music reversed its tune.
It was like having salt without pepper,
A sun without its moon.

Suddenly we were miles apart,
Two different people, with nothing the same.
It was as if we hadn't been friends;
Although we knew deep in our hearts
Neither one of us was to blame.

You had made many new friends
And luckily, so had I
But that didn't change the hurt -
The loss of our friendship made me cry.

As we grow older, things must change
But they don't always have to end.
Even though it is different, now,
You will always be my friend.

They read the poem together,
They both had cried
That changes like these made growing up so difficult.

After I graduated from Weber
I faced new challeges ahead:
More homework was added, semester by semester
Some of them really couldn't stand this,
Some strict teachers like to
Give salt without sugar,
Give cereal but no milk.

Homework
Marc Brown

Class, you really work hard today;
Class, you really work hard today;
Now that the school day is through,
I've got something special for you:

Just a little homework;
Just a little homework;

Read - nineteen chapters of history;
List - sixty-three ab- word alphabetically - neediness counts!
Just a journey through the lowest scope;
Do the first thousand problems in your new math book!

Just a little homework;
Just a little homework;

Buster, Pay attention!
"Why - I - ?"
"I think I'm gonna die - "

Just a little homework;
Just a little homework...

Addition to my opinion,
I don't like to help people to step by step;
Rather, I would like people to think step by step;
I've something I would like to add:

House Centrella Suite Number 3
Rather to Do That I Would...
Lucas Shum

O, let me jump, rather than do homework
That belongs not to me, but to a jerk.
Who sits where Kovach lives
And words of wisdom gives.
Or shop at the mall,
On the Manhasset Plains;
Or to be dared, to drink diet coke,
With "natural, sugar, fat-free" foods;
Or to dissect animals in my science class,
Machines that, make me dizzy all day;
Or palatables that makes me sick and ache.
Neither would I do it without fear or doubt,
To suffer "chemistry" with someone
Who neither I admire or love.

Other than homework,
I still don't know what's courtship in adolescents - at all:

Practical Application
Dan Clark

He's teaching her arithmetic,
He said it was his mission,
He kissed her onece, he kissed her twice and said,
"Now that's addition."
And as he added smack by smack
In silent satisfaction, She sweetly gave the kisses back and said,
"Now that's subtraction."

Then he kissed her, she kissed him,
Without an explanation,
And both together smiled and said,
"That's multiplication."
Then Dad appeared upon the scene and
Made a quick decision.
He kicked that kid three blocks away
And said, "That's long division!"

To this date, I don't really understand the true definition
Of one of the pop-culture civilization.

America Under Attack - Presto

House Gokturk Suite Number 2
The Newer America – Revised (Excerpts)
Lucas Shum

What happen to our country,
Became the land of insecurity,
Should to thee I sing?
Place where the planes rumble
Land where great floors crumble,
My heart with gloomy fears
Let our heart stand now.

Need I say more?

Retaliation - Vivace

Star-Spangled Banner (Fourth verse)
Francis Scott Key

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Rebuilding From Scratch - Molto Allegro

No Matter What Happens (Excerpts)
Alison Mary Forbes

Little I knew of a world outside home,
Where tragedy, sorrow and murder could roam.
All I saw were blue skies, rainbows and stars.
I looked past destruction of buildings and cars.

...
There are days when I just want to break down and howl,
To give up completely, to throw in the towel,
But I hold my head high and I push my way through.
I have too much to give and so much to do.

And I make a vow that, though it'll be hard,
I'll go on with a smile and play every card.
I'll give all I can, help others and love.
No matter what happens, life will bloom again,
And the strength I don't have will come from above.

So come, take my had, and through darkness we will sail-
If we all join together, we never can fail.
We'll remember to care, remember to feel,
And no matter what happens, our world we will heal.

And this stanza ends my talk for today,
Thank you, everyone, and get ready for the next parade.