His sordid truth poem

(Epistle-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

Dear Temple,

I had loved you with my virgin heart.
Love at first sight, when I was seven.
I dreamt that we’d never be apart,
‘Cause we were a match made in heaven.

I loved your pensive and moral sides,
I vowed that I’d be a good Buddhist,
Your teachings gave me the strong life guides,
To love and become an altruist.

In Australia, you make me ashamed
You break the rules, you break your vow,
You turn money-skilful to be famed,
You want to be bigger than you’re now!

I don’t want to see you anymore!
‘Cause I have disowned you forever.
I don’t love you like I did before,
And I don’t see you in my future!

Respectfully yours,

hiMe.

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by tommy Japan.

The imported and the favoured workers poem

(Ottava-rima-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>

He is the hero of amazed change when
He orchestrates around the work laws here.
He makes the workplace his own kingdom then,
Redundant staff are made to disappear,
The place is filled up with his homeland men,
The favoured are placed in top power tier.
There are openness and fairness applied!
A good official won’t be cast aside!

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by cgc76.

Why did you leave me? poem

(Horatian-ode-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

I do not have another friend!
You are my only friend, my dear!
Why did our tie abruptly end?
My soul is dampened with sour tears!

My very first and frosty Australian Christmas lunch poem

(Rispetto-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

I miss you Mum, I miss you Dad,
I miss you bro, I miss you sis,
It’s Christmas time but I feel sad,
A family can’t go amiss.

The deserted neighbourhood poem

(Pantoum-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

Robbed of most of what they had earned.
Then they were given their last chance,
To leave officially, they learned,
One kilo gold each, in advance.

Farewell those Concubines poem

(Crossed-rhyme-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

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The aged mourn their bygone youth at the feet of Mother Nature,
The injured beat themselves up for they were such eager beavers,
The reformers ask themselves why they wanted their workplace to get better,
The wronged saw themselves making complaints as much foolish failures,
As all are now considered ‘the unwanted’ by their employer.

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by Hsing Wei.

I will live poem

(Terza-Rima-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

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I wish I could turn back the time so that,
I would then push my Dad to quickly flee.
“Run, Dad, and save your life no matter what!
The Communists won’t spare you, let hear me!
Commander’s duty – you fulfilled at last,
We don’t want you killed – let hear us all plea!
You’re not safe but we are, so let’s run fast!”

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by Nishanth Jois.