August 02, 2024

Missing out on school… and more and + POTM!

 Hello, I'm BluePuffin!!

 Today I’m going to share 3 poems I wrote and define the poem of the month. Today, the song recommendations are:


 The song “Super Trooper” by ABBA is being featured because it takes me to the past and, as you’ll see in the last poem of the entry, it reminds me of a time of my life.

 The song “because I liked a boy”, by Sabrina Carpenters, talks about, as the song name suggests, all that happened just because she liked a boy. The song may not directly say it, but, as per genius.com, many people believe the song “deals with the sometimes harsh assumptions that she faced after she was made into a ‘tertiary villain’ in a love triangle with Olivia Rodrigo and Joshua Bassett”. 
walking outside with my cousin

walking on the street, with my teddy bear

there's also my cousin, with a teddy bunny

my bear is white, since it's a polar bear

the bunny has a name, the bear's is Ozzy


i'm just walking by, my grandma's right there

me and my cousin, bunny and polar bear

i hope to see the sun, sunflower wind turbine

recalling everything, i’m not only mine


there’s an old man, as old as time

in a scooter, mobility one

hope he wasn’t a no one

past the pavement, past a line 


sadly i didn't get to see the rainbow

the climate gaps have hit a new low

the bear on the neck, has a little bow

looking at the grass, not my lawn to mow


 Written on July 30th by me. I had gone walking with my cousin the day I wrote it.

teddy polar bear ozzy
Ozzy

it’s 23:23


lucky time lucky me

twenty three twenty three

now twenty three twenty four

guess i’m not lucky anymore


drink my milk tea

a drop of honey

and a banana

na, nana, nana, uh


one minute until midnight 

i wanna sleep and sleep i might

wrote a letter to Sanrio

looks like I made a typo


i wanna sleep and sleep i will

hopefully wake up at 11 o’clock

i already closed the app, TikTok

here i go walk down the hill


it’s midnight ‘o 2

it’s time to sleep

i’m sorry it all ends here

i gotta sleep, is that clear?


whatever, you’re clever

whatever, i’m clever

ghost me like a ghost never would

ghost you like someone never could


 Written on July 31th and, at midnight, August 1st, by me.

missing out on school

sat in the corner of the gym
on one of the wooden benches
hearing music from the past
looking at people walk past

the song sounds like ABBA
though somehow whimsical
like a theatre and atypical
wish i could play but okay

flashbacks from a class before 
which doesn’t matter at its core
to Napoleon i returned a ball
as a not rich person at all

the protests i one day made
regret ‘em though i didn’t shut

and by the time that i shut

my thoughts were already laid


fast forward some classes again

stood or sat whenever when

badminton’s my favourite sport

to watching it i had to resort


all because i wore jeans

the teacher said I couldn’t play

not the worst i’ve been

not allowed i played is it okay


didn’t totally play

far better than not playing

just 2 or 4 hits

could i call it beats?


one week followed another

two weeks without school

forgot stuff really not cool

to study what not teached i couldn’t bother


 This poem was written August the 1st, by me. This poem talks about my experience of not being able to go to school for two repeated weeks, and some other days, because of health issues. Also, notably, not being able to participate in many PE classes. Moreover, when I called someone Napoleon in the poem and me a “not rich person”, I nodded to the French Revolution. Napoleon and the peasants under his country did not like his doing so much that they protested, and Napoleon probably didn’t like the fact they protested, I don’t know. That classmate, “Napoleon”, is a person who, in my opinion, judges everything, including me, and I don’t like their acts and they don’t like me, and that’s okay. I once protested an act of their friend, which was insulting someone terribly, but “Napoleon” came defending their friend. While I tried to protest, I eventually stopped. I could’ve done it better, that’s why I regret it, but doing something was better than doing nothing, and I got to tell the teacher about all their empathy lacking behavior. Me returning a ball to Napoleon, after Napoleon let it go where it shouldn’t have, to me, was a historical moment, since it symbolised how, though we both mutually dislike each other, there are still - at least from me - basic manners.


 Thought it wasn’t only one song played during PE classes, I know that one class it was like violin, old songs, which some danced to as ballet or just danced, I believe; and I remember one class it was ABBA’s songs, I remember Waterloo, but I don’t remember each song that played, it wasn’t a clear memory, many stuff was forgotten.

 POTM (Poem of the Month)

 The poem of the month is “dear dandelion,”. It’s on the blog entry before this one but you can also read it here: potm.bluepuffin.net.
 Conclusion

 I hope you’ve liked today’s entry. Feel free to leave a comment! They are really appreciated. Bye!!

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hello nah

is it too late to say im sorry also i broke my own promise welp. ive been busy making an mv