My Childhood hidden talent! (pics)

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My Childhood hidden talent!

Well, most of the people who know me don't know that once, while i was an adolescent i used to write poetry, apparently now when i look at the things i wrote, i smile at the language and spelling mistakes, and remember that i used to - what i call- cutting and pasting words just to make a feeble rhythm. But i wonder?? what would have happened if i kept this talent? i am not saying that i would have become a poet, nevertheless i would have had a worthy talent. I decided to post my poems, and the pictures of the copy book that i used to write in. This copy book was a gift from one of my English teachers, whom liked the idea of me being able to write poetry :) she was called M.Bonita (yes that is right) she was half Egyptian half Canadian, and she used to tell us her students that she went to school with Brian Adams... well i tend to be a bit naive and i believed her at that time :D.

Anyways here it goes:

1. Future

By: Hussein El Shafie

I sat lonely one night,

thinking about my future light,

Will i be a doctor or will i be a knight,

i thought again and again,

what would i gain,

of my future light.

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2.English

By: Hussein El Shafie

English, English it is the best subject,

but it isn't sold in a market

Novel, poetry and Drama,

It isn't on a Lama,

It is English i Say,

Naively spoken in a play,

Shakespeare, Dickens and Verne,

All of them literature pens,

But if it isn't my teacher,

Who makes English nice and easy,

I won't learn English even if it is squeezy.

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3.Computer

By: Hussein El Shafie

Computer, computer oh master!

Stucked in you is a sound blaster,

The world ruled by you,

Windows, Dos, it is all a world

oh! how dare you aren't you bold.

Be ashamed of yourself,

You didn't make me but i made myself,

But that is enough, i will warn you here,

Proud you are, drink a beer,

Wash your face have some fear.

Without me you are nothing,

I made you you but you are still nothing,

Nothing else to say except

that you:

are a device for me to play.

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4. School

By: Hussein El Shafie

Study! Study! do your homework!

Do your homework! Study ! Study!

Wake up early! drink your milk,

Warm you are from the quilt,

Brush your teeth, wash your face,

Eat your breakfast, cut your nails,

Hurry! Hurry! Oh i am late,

I cant leave my time to break,

Oh! wait bus i am coming!

Hey wait i am running!

Oh! where is my homework, it is on the bed,

and my face is turning red,

And i wish vacation would come,

To play and have fun

Seeing videos, playing swords (N.B i never did play swords btw :D)

Oh! i hate boards!

Discipline! Discipline! that is what schools says

i like discipline but not as you say

But i say and say ... and say

It is school i have to bear,

Well, i like school

It could be cool !

Hey School, i dare to say,

after all i love you too.

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5.My Star (apparently teenage years were starting :D)

By: Hussein El Shafie

You are my star, my shinning star

You light my blackness, even if you are far,

When i am with you i feel my heart beat,

Beating to tell me that you are so sweet,

I like your smile.... it makes me weak,

It gives me the calmness i seek

But when you go away

All i have to do is wait another day!

I will post the pics alone in a seperate post :)