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The heart is like the sky

The heart is like the sky

It’s where the weather comes from

Rain or shine,

Bright or gloomy,

Grey or blue,

Windy or stormy,

It makes the day.

The heart is like the sky,

The living canopy that covers the universe

People come and go,

People grow, live and die,

United and broken,

It’s the living witness

That keeps the record of life.

The heart is like the sky,

Faithful ’til the end,

No matter what,

It’s here to stay,

Night and day,

January to May,

June to December,

As long as you can remember,

The true companion.

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My husband took these pics in Belitung Island, Sumatra.

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Matter of Perception by @rei_ne

This poem is written by my grade-11 student, Reine Prihandoko, as a part of the exam chain. 

What is ‘language’ actually?

Some people find it silly,

Others use it as a motion

to express one’s intention.

 

‘Language’ makes me confused.

Now I have to make a ‘language’ poem to amuse

the teacher who knows linguistic feature,

For she is holding my future.

 

So here goes my poem about languages,

That are used by people of all ages.

From Tokyo, Somalia, Puerto Rico to Rome,

Your mother tongue language will feel like home.

 

Language is to communicate,

to be connected, too, they said.

Whether it is spoken or gestured,

It is the intention they captured.

 

For English you take a bow,

but German you consider as a foe,

Whether a language is good or bad,

It depends on you, lad!

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Missing in action (a poem by grade 10)

(a poem by Friday group: Eddie, Vina, Excell, Finu)

God saves us everyone

We’re broken people living under loaded gun

Blood shaded till the last frontier

Saving myself from the battle field

Beyond the border of my own land

To a safer country with an open hand

Living in a land of unknown

Disguised in a community which is not my own

I reckon the day when I felt

And long for the day when I’ll return

For the country which I left is still mine

And it always be until the day the last sun shines

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