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Forever Youth

September 11, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment


As we “welcome” everyone back, Quintus poetically reminds us time is fleeting and ephemeral. Enjoy the daily life of your adolescence because . . . it will be over soon.

By Quintus Ni

Time flies like flowing water

Youth departs with the water

You can’t catch

The steps of time

Like the sunlight that vanishes in the far

That cannot be chased

When

Wrinkles creep up on your face

When gray hair grows

Looking back

Youth is a river flowing forever

Searching in a daze

Chasing at a loss

In the distance

Is the paradise of dreams

Ethereal

And hazy

Cheap if you say it is beautiful

Far from being expressed in words

Unpredictable

Untouchable

It’s a mirage

Like passing time

The youth fades away

when you least expect it to

Desiring all the time

To meet each other

Saying goodbye

Turn around

And enter the lingering light

Of the setting sun

Everyone has his or her own youth, but youth is fleeting. Time flies! It fades away at every moment whether you catch or not!–Quintus

Editor: Luke Langlois

Filed Under: Advice, Daily Life, Poetry, Set Up and Welcome Tagged With: Forever Youth, Quintus Ni

Me and You

March 25, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

Former Blogger Jeremy Cheng has taken up poetry. He shares here his poetic thoughts on “Me and You”–in both simplified Chinese and English.

By Jeremy Cheng


你是星辰,

我是大海。

你将你最亮的一颗星给我,

我把我无边无际的爱给你。

You are the bright stars,

And I am the ocean.

You give the most shining star to me,

And I give my boundless love to you.

~

月亮被嚼碎了变成了星星

你就藏在那满天的星光里

The moon was chewed and became stars,

And you hide within the sky full of starlight.

Editor: James Zheng

Filed Under: Poetry, The World Tagged With: Jeremy Cheng, Me and You

shirt

February 27, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Blogger-Poet Makena Behnke

A Recollection/Reflection: February 4, 2019

i’m sitting on my bed in a hand-me-down shirt from my mom. it’s run thin from being worn too much, and it has an abstract sunset on it. it’s too soft to be real. there are holes from crickets chewing. the shirt is way older than i am. it’s stretched out from being pulled over the only two heads that’ve ever worn it. it’s from old navy or one of those stores. i’ve taken the shirt to europe almost every time. it’s too thin to provide any warmth except the bare minimum. one day it’ll run too thin and i’ll have to stop wearing it, but i’ll never throw it out.

Editor: Holden Hartle

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Makena Behnke, shirt

Love Poem

January 30, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Jeremy Cheng

你的光芒照耀着我

使我感受着温暖

如同清晨的阳光沐浴着我

看着你的一颦一笑

即便什么也不做

我也觉得温暖开心


You shine on me,

Make me feel warm.

You are the morning sun, baking me in its heat when I open the blinds to reveal your brightness.

Your smile penetrates the window with its beauty.

Even though you do nothing,

I feel glad and warm.

Editor: Leo Milmet

Filed Under: Culture, Poetry Tagged With: Jeremy Cheng, Love Poem

Love Poem #2

January 30, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Jeremy Cheng

阳光像一个精湛艺术家

他的光芒照耀在你的脸上

制作出一副世界独一无二金我一人可观的绝世美画

多么想要抱着你一起入睡,听着你呼吸。 安稳入睡。

起床后第一眼

你就在我的身边。


Sun is a professional artist.

His light shines on your face

creates a unique second-to-none painting,

and it is only for me.

How I want to sleep beside you,

listen to you breathe and sleep comfortably.

The first eye after getting up,

you next to me.

Editor: Holden Hartle

Filed Under: Culture, Poetry, Uncategorized Tagged With: Jeremy Cheng, Love2 Poem

I’ll think of you

January 23, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment


By: Guest Blogger “J”

As I lay there

staring up at the ceiling,

thinking of you,

I realized something…

You are everything that I want,

everything I need,

everything I see,

everything I do,

and at the very same time,

You are

nothing that I want,

nothing that I need,

nothing that I see,

nothing that I do.

What’s the point of all this?

You’ll just leave.

Like you do every time.

Off to have your fun,

leaving me here,

alone with my thoughts,

staring holes in the ceiling,

thinking of you…

Editor: Makena Behnke

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: “I'll think of you”, J

Extrication

January 23, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Poet Blogger Jeremy Cheng

I used to hate so much.

Because she brought me a huge pain.

She left me and left me alone.

My best friend left and stayed with her.

I returned alone.

When hearing friends encourage, I noticed that many people love me.

I started finding new ways to extricate from the predicament:

Keep exploring, keep learning, keep exercising my new hobby.

Those actions can achieve the heart and the body comfort when letting the mind gain

extrication.

Editor: Makena Behnke

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Extrication, Jeremy Cheng

What are We?

January 23, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Leo “Little Rabbit” Milmet

People appreciate us as pieces of fine art.

They praise the beauty of our metallic shine and the vividity of our bright and varying colors.

We are ginormous and multicolored;

though a man of no artistry whatsoever may say we should be small and gray,

most love us for what we are.

We are inspired by the benevolent Irish spirit Pooka.

We were brought forth by the brilliant, visionary artists Tony and Karen Barone.

One of us, a purple one, was named Little Rabbit, a nickname given to this poet by his dear, loving grandmother.

We live on Highway 111 by the Atrium, for all to see, interact with, and appreciate.

What are we?

Image result for karen and tony barone rabbits
Image result for karen and tony barone rabbits

Editor: Makena Behnke

Filed Under: Culture, Current News, Media, Poetry, The Outdoors, The World, Visual Arts Tagged With: Leo Milmet, Rabbit, What are We?

Heroic Theory

January 17, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By James Zheng, First-time Poet Musing on Heroism

Those brilliant epics we read depict

A thousand invincible images

Of our hero’s loneliness and supremacy,

Making this so-called hero receive homage.

With his solitary expression

And his firm, mighty, absolute strength,

No one sees his depression beneath the surface.

This reality, the idealistic standard of how our heroes should act,

will never change.

We call them heroes because of their immense capabilities, but in calling them

Heroes, we forget to call them humans as well.

If a hero is hesitant, if he is fettered and burdened with useless thoughts of

Family, friends, love; these are weaknesses;

they are the things he must guard in his heart.

What must be guarded is weakness.

In order to be king, he must freeze his heart and soul;

he must become cold.

“I hold my sword, but I can’t embrace you.

When I drop my sword, I can’t protect you.”*

Editor: Leo Milmet
*from the anime Bleach

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Heroic Theory, James Zheng

The Weak

January 14, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Translator and Blogger James Zheng

So, I was browsing on a Chinese video sharing website called Bilibili (which is similar to Youtube), and then I found this amazing poem among the comments while I was watching a well-made AMV (anime music video). Shockingly, this poem was written by a normal anime reviewer. The translation is by me.


By Scattered Sakura (Screen name)


Rain brings the flavor of the sky;

the ocean carries the atmosphere of the abyss;

cicadas of late summer deliver their taunts to human beings;

the intolerable pain of the spine oppresses the fragile nerves.

Those cowards who had never been to the battlefield roared presumptuously.

They were wishing to tear apart the prey,

while they remained endlessly hateful about the cloudy sky,

and the deadly calm of the Jordanian river in the deep winter.

Twisted with hundreds of emotions and sentiments, the battlefield led to the Crows’ bloodthirst.

The stinky wind came from the sea;

the heavy rain brought extremely frozen water,

And the furiously raging flame was extinguished.

No redemption, no destruction, only obedience can lead to survival.

Sweat flowed down the girl’s smooth body,

withered leaves sprinkled with blood and tears.

The swan cut across the sky,

full of loneliness and desolation–caged birds pray for a storm full of life.

However, in front of the higher herdsmen,

we can only be captive lambs, fearing death, while hoping that the glory of victory spreads over the earth before dawn.


Before I shoot off to tell you how extraordinary this poem is, I must tell you that there is a slight difference between Chinese and American figurative and literal meanings, as well as writing styles. Because of the translation, there might be some places in the poem that may slightly confuse you.

What is really fascinating about this entire poem is the way it depicts a vivid image to interpret the significant term, “the weak.” The word choice actually conveys to me an oppressive atmosphere where one force overcomes another.

Editor: Luke Langlois

Filed Under: Culture, Poetry, The World, Uncategorized Tagged With: James Zheng, The Weak

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We are the Palm Valley Firebirds of Rancho Mirage, California. Join us in our endeavors. Venture through the school year with us, perusing the artwork of our students, community, and staff. Our goal is to share the poems, stories, drawings and photographs, essays and parodies that come out of our school. Welcome aboard!