With a focus on language arts in our curriculum, poetry contests are a good practice for our young creative minds. As a leading poetry contest, Hong Kong Budding Poets (English) Award is considered to be a prestigious prize for this art form. Since 2011, our boys have been entering this contest and have received the following honours:
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2017/2018 Hong Kong Budding Poets (English) Award
GOLD AWARD Yiding Song 6C - Curse of Existence Journey beyond the countless galaxies, and walk beyond stardust. You would arrive to see valleys, seas, and machines starting to rust. These all belong to one crystal, turning itself slowly. No one would deny that it’s beautiful; it radiates power calmly. We, too, belong to this blue spark, in a sea of infinite lights. Do we exist to leave a mark, or just to spend endless nights? We gaze, we ponder, at the skies of stars at night; we think, we wonder, if understand the cosmos we might? Does the universe have boundaries? If so, what’s outside? Does every star have histories, unknown, yet contained inside? We came from stardust, and back there we go. Is our existence a must, or will we ever know? Fires raging across the world, with acidic-smoke-stuffed shelves. Burning over this blue emerald, are we here to destroy ourselves? The Earth and us,all ashes, among the infinity of the stars. Yet it's part of our life's paces, to forge through our existence's curse afar. |
Dr Lee and Yiding at the ceremony
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2016/2017 Hong Kong Budding Poets (English) Award
COMMENDATION & POET OF THE SCHOOL Matthew Chan 6E - Totally Christmas-ty! Come on, we must celebrate with might, Christ is born, glittering with sincere light! Christmas feelings whipped all over the city in bright. Ho ho ho! Santa would say, Here are all the presents, hurray! He will arrive with the stylish sleigh. Rock'n roll, that's cool with the snow, Ripping all the presents like an unboxing show, Rapping happily as the big winds blow. I would be so overwhelmed by the decorations, Impressed by instrumental insights over the nation, Interested by all my different observations. Silently, we waited for our saviour, Secretly born in a peaceful chamber, Sweetly sleeping in the hay-crafted carrier. Towards a better life with him, 'Twas because He saved us all from sin, The totally holy festival continued with us singing hymns. Magical night, quietly approaching, Making the people excited with the partying, Mass number of citizens blown away by celebrating. A unique day mingled with silence and joy, Above the skies there sat a holy boy, And that's the reason of why we enjoy. So what are you waiting for? Seasons greetings delivered right at your door, Saviour of ours is who we adore! |
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2015/2016 Hong Kong Budding Poets (English) Award
COMMENDATION, POET OF THE SCHOOL & BEST IMPROVISER OF THE YEAR Au Ting Hei Oscar 6B - Memory Rises As I stared at the eyes of my friend blankly Memories kept replaying continuously Palettes of tunes flooded into my mind Refreshing my brain from behind The scorching sun emanated warmth to beyond Embracing the land as if sharing a bond The sparkling butterflies glistened in the sunlight Rainbow of colours shimmered from dark to bright A smile shone filled with pride With a truthful friend side by side Sweat was rolling down our cheeks so red Without any plausible sign of dread Dashing across the green fields As a magical connection gradually builds Our souls soared up into the endless sky and galloped on the clouds up high Lying in beds of flowers We stayed still for several hours As aroma wafted into my nose A bond in our hearts arose and flowed Overlooking the spectacular view on a hill Nothing budged except for the chill Holding hands as we chimed a rhyme Lost in the tracks of time The scene was interfered As a white and pale face appeared Embracing me for the very last time He reluctantly said goodbye... As I stared at the eyes of my dead friend It whirled me into galaxies hard to comprehend Then an image started to bloom like a flower Engraved in the universe, a hidden treasure We were seen chasing each other in such harmony as if I were his brother Smiles were seen through my damp eyes As my courage and sense gradually rise Though my friend has left me forever There will always be an endless gleaming river Flowing gently in our hearts Reflecting our memory as it once again starts |
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2012/2013 Hong Kong Budding Poets (English) Award
MERIT Marco Yu 6C - Animals of the Frozen North First memories of the warm den, A cave scooped deep down the snow, Polar bear cub snuggled closely to his mother, All through the long grey northern winter. Dawn of a day, golden beam of the sky, The furry family stretched their bodies, spread around the cold, and snatched, tunneled out for food through the soft snow. A snowy owl flew by on silent wings, A fluffy white hare with bobble tails ran off. Mother bear growled at a white-teeth fox The cub bear stumbled in surprise. Walking towards the sea, Sniffed salty smell in the air. They heard the loud cries of the seabirds In a distance, a great whale spouted. A hole in the ice for catching seals. Mother bear looked for food, cub bear waited. Suddenly, a seal poked its head up through a hole, The astonished cub bear could not think what to do. The seal vanished quickly under the ice again. No supper! Cub bear trotted quietly after its mother. Crouched lowly on the ice, mother watched a seals’ bask. Cub bear explored around an icy rocky hill. Wow! A walrus of huge white tusks appeared. Cub bear ran in fright! The paper-thin ice Moving beneath, floating towards the sea, Stranding on an iceberg! A cry thundered. Shaking their coats, getting rid of water, New shapes gathered among the floes. Hunters in their boats, petrified. They sailed backwards leaving the Frozen North. Wildlife and humans first had a harmonic ensemble; now a rival. Yet, climate changes, animals struggled for survival. Keep a balance, build a future, Human needs are mingled in harmony with nature. |
Marco's certificate
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2011/2012 Hong Kong Budding Poets (English) Award
FIRST RUNNER-UP & POET OF THE SCHOOL Ho Yan Mong John 6A - A Day In the still road, the first bus’s wheels spin, Kids slide out the bus, Some are showing their uvulas, Some are wandering in “Wonderland”. The principal stretches her mouth, Teachers wave to them. Janitors point thermometer guns at their foreheads. Prefects look at them from head to toe. Then…cars honk others, Students push through pedestrians. Students go to the learning Island in lines, Others go up like birds in the sky. Some find ways through sea of people. Prefects open their mouth wide, Grab their shirts, and yell “Stop!” Echoes of giggles fill every corner. A P.1 boy checks his bag every two steps. Some want to see who’s faster, his friend or him, But are caught red-handed by a fierce prefect. The classroom is filled with laughter and happiness, Class clowns are ready for their shows, Classmates are buying tickets for the show, They are all flying freely. Ring a bing! It’s half past eight! Learning time! The boss starts to boss, The classroom is a museum, Students put their noses in books, Naughty ones whisper. A teacher stands in front of them, pointing at words. A PowerPoint appears behind. Some feel bored, And decide to talk. One throws a paper plane with his name on, Clever ones answer questions with their hands straight up in the air, One begs for a toilet break. Ring a bing! Again the bell rings! Students scream for delightfulness, Snacks appear on their hands. Some beg for one, Some beg for all, But some have none. Card games, chess games, all sort of games. The unfortunate ones read aloud in the hall! Ping a pong! A table-tennis match has just begun! Ring a bing! Again the bell rings! Students put their noses in books, Naughty ones whisper. A teacher walks in between rows, pointing at pictures. White words appear on blackboard behind. Many feel bored, And decide to talk. Two throws a paper plane with their names on, Clever ones answer questions with their hands straight up in the air, Two begs for a toilet break. Ring a bing! Again the bell rings! Everyone quickly packs their things, it’s the end of the school today. Students hurriedly write on their handbooks. Students stuff things in bags. They line up to their parents Some shows their uvulas, Some are still wandering in “Wonderland”. MERIT Huang Chak Hei Ocean 4D - A Nightmare with a Madly Mammoth Musty Beast It was half past midnight, So dark except for the moonlight. I had a horrifying, hair-raising nightmare. Ghastly ghosts were dangling in the air And glaring phantoms were wriggling everywhere. The wind wailed in the wild wistfully. I saw a madly mammoth musty beast Which was as enormous as a mountain at least. It was fantastically fabulously famished. It chased me down. I tripped over a stone and fell onto the ground. I screamed from fright. I fainted and could not fight. I trembled frantically. I wanted to resist daringly. Suddenly, the beast vanished in the air miraculously. A stream of tide threw me up. I was a pup splashing around in an extraordinary tub. Then a beam of light woke me up-- I found myself stuck in my bed like a foolish dub. My mum gave me a big warm hug. I grinned at her with a gleeful mug! Poon Kwok Hang Henry 4C - Nightmare in a Spooky Place I dreamed that I arrived in a spooky place, As I walked in, a ghoulish ghost began to chase. It chased me as fast as a leopard, all the way to a farm, I wondered if it wanted to do me any harm. Suddenly, I glanced at its devilish face, It seemed to want my blood for a taste. I heard a loud scream coming from a room, There emerged something bright out of a tomb. Bright as the sun, Even the ghost was stunned. I walked towards the light, And it became increasingly bright, The light became brighter and brighter and I couldn’t see, Even the ghost was no longer with me. I heard a loud bang which sounded like a warning, The last thing I heard was “Good-morning”. Tang Cheuk Sang Steve 4A - I Wish I would Be... I wish to be a marvelous medicine, To free sick people from pain inside. Lighting up their life, And give them sunshine. I wish to be a silly raindrop, To irrigate the arid land with a plop. Making joke sometimes shouldn’t be stopped-- To soak a lady’s top! I wish to be the tiniest micro-organism—Euglena[1]! To be as green and bright as a perfect pea. Being a new foodstuff for all who starve, And save the whole world with a laugh. I wish to be “A wish for everyone”, To help them solve their very own problems. Bringing peace in their soul, And be unique and never grow old! [1] Euglena—A common unicellular alga of freshwater ponds. COMMENDATION Cheung Tak Hei Felix 4C - Children in Four Seasons Don’t just ask children what they’ve learnt today, Sit beside them and listen to what they say. Instead of attending after school lessons, Children enjoy doing silly things in different seasons. In spring, they like singing in the rain, Or go cycling down the muddy lane. In summer, they enjoy swimming in the red hot sun, And spend the whole day with friends having fun. In fall, they like flying kites at the countryside, Or go to the playground and play swing and slide. In winter, they enjoy making snowmen and snowballs, And go skiing or snowboarding when snowflakes fall. Don’t just force children to read textbooks, They want to go outside and take a look. They may be lawyers, doctors or bankers someday, But today, they are just children and need to have time to play. |
Five awardees from left: John Ho 6A, Ocean Huang 4D, Felix Cheung 4C, Steve Tang 4A, Henry Poon 4C, with English teachers
Henry Poon 4C with parents
Felix Cheung 4C with parents and English teacher
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2010/2011 Hong Kong Budding Poets (English) Award
MERIT & BEST IMPROVISER OF THE YEAR Jeremy Cheung 6C - Melody of a Normal Holiday No more “sit down boys!” No more “stop playing with toys!” The school bell has stopped And the school gate is locked. *** Today I woke up early So I’m still drowsy. The air blows into my eyeball Out of the window is a glistening fireball. The azure canvas moving smoothly; The niveous marshmallows wandering slowly. Kids springing with sounds, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah!” Children gazing around. Branches trembling their wrists rapidly; Flowers twisting their bodies carefully. I hit the ball with all my might And toss it into the basket in my sight. Some furry creatures start yelping; Their masters start strolling. I continue to go jogging on the playground, Passing over a grey adorable hound. *** Then the rain dashes down. Huge, huge raindrops, “Sssss…cling clang…” So everyone stops. I don’t want to have a shower outside. Immediately I go home to hide. *** I lay on the puffy fluffy bed And open my mouth and say “Good night, mummy!” “Have a good sleep, daddy!” I stare at the round amber wheel’s light beam, Entering the village of dream… *** Waiting for the new day’s song, The melody of the holiday still goes on… POET OF THE SCHOOL Enoch Kao 6D - Four Mysterious Seasons The grass grows green that I have never seen. The birds sing blissfully, when the river dances joyfully. The butterflies fly in pairs that excites the woken bears. The flowers look colourful that puzzle the rainbow. A season filled with fantastic things -- That is Spring. The bees buzz ecstatically, the flowers peep secretly. The seas look up to the sky that makes the clouds a bit shy. The sun glazes at the ocean where we find the moon’s cool reflection. The rain paddles on the arid ground that makes a dash sizzling sound. A season with a character -- That is Summer. The wind puffs the thirsty trees and leaves turn into golden sleeves. The grey clouds are heading home that makes the blue sky stay alone. The hairy squirrels gather nuts that the bald trees become huge nut huts. The cubs are getting playfully tired and the forest is a cosy place to hide. A season with such a changing momentum -- That is Autumn. The trees shiver in the hysterical gale, That Spring, Summer, and Autumn are just fairytales. The rivers are sealed with glassy ice in which white is the only colour in sight. The snakes hide inside their deep buried burrow, and lone wolves are the only friends of snow. The feathery snowflakes float in the icy air, and the world looks like a quiet fair — A season with wonders, That is Winter. |
Jeremy Cheung 6C (left) and Enoch Kao 6D with their teacher and trophies
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