Guilt

This is another poem I composed for the Budding Poets competition last year.

Guilt

Guilt is a consequence,

It comes after pretense,

It follows a broken fence,

It links to stolen presents.

When is the time of guilt?

It appears when milk is spilt,

It sticks with buildings badly built,

It occurs when your flowers wilt.

I know you are thinking of that test,

On which you did not do your best,

Instead of studying, you rest,

And cheated like a bad pest.

Guilt will forever lodge in your heart,

Even if you are stunningly smart,

From guilt you will never depart,

But stick alone together like art.

So go confess your sin,

Or you’ll sizzle in hell’s oven.

And guilt shall be a tin,

And lock you deep within.

Chaos

This is a poem I wrote last year for the Budding Poets Competition.

Chaos

Bringggggg! The bell in the playground rings,

Mary jumps off the yellow swings.

Tom stows away his paper plane,

Jack gobbles up his candy cane.

Then—Footsteps slapping in the hall,

Bill scurries in with his ball.

The classmates are all still;

No one utters a word until—

The Headmistress strides in,

And knocks over the garbage bin!

Laughter explodes in the room,

Giggles replace the gloom.

She bellows, “Silence!”

For a few precious moments,

All the chuckling immediately stops,

You could have heard water drops!

“Your class teacher is ill today,

Work on your own and don’t dare play!”

The roaring Head sure can strut,

Bang! The door slams shut.

Then—

The classroom in an uproar,

Ding! Appears the joy galore.

Paper aeroplanes fly,

Out the window into the sky.

Lily produces her music sheets;

Everyone jumps up from their seats,

To join the frolicking and the fun,

Singing songs all in pun.

The pandemonium lifts the roof,

The chairs and desks are held aloof.

Tim trips over a schoolbag,

Clarisse fills the board with a zigzag.

Slipping in I could see,

Rachel jumping with whoops of glee.

Uh-oh—

Headmistress creeps in like a mouse,

And screams like in a haunted house.

Her chalk-white face in total shock,

She gapes like a frightened hawk!

Then—

The door, shakily, opens.

Mouths in a perfect “O”,

Deafening silence.