Poems,which are confusing,can overload your brain They can fill your brain with rage,which by the way is bad,so try and ovoid that Don't let them get the best of you,but don't let them become boring,because then it's no fun whatsoever Make them full of detail,which will help it become popular,so you can be proud
Allow a few embedded clauses,but not to much,or your poem will fade away Sprinkle some adjectives,be waned that they can eat up your poem,so use the correct amount Sneak in some adverbs,but control them,and remember to be picky Toss on some fronted adverbials,not to much,and make sure the make sense
Don't cry,or your ideas will fly away,try and control the tears Don't give up,or tear your paper to shreds,just edit it There is always hope,just remember to ask for help,don't sit there and think it will just apear Poem writing, which can be hard to swallow, is never impossible
This is a really good poem Kelsie! It is similar to Aceise's, and I love the way you kind of used the techniques of a poem to write a poem.
Although, you say: "Allow a few embedded clauses, but not to (ALTHOUGH, you should have written too) much, or your poem will fade away" but every sentences of your poem is made up of embedded clauses!
Boys, who are amazing, are the best From football, the best sport ever, to hockey But we just can't master volleyball, a really active sport, sadly Girls, who are more agile,are better than us.
Hopefully I'm good, banging a ball over a net, at volleyball I'm bad, it's just the way it is, wich sucks :( Boys, who are still technically better, 'are' still better From football, which we'll own them at, to hockey
I'm gonna play basketball, at the NBA, it's tough Then football, at the Barklays Premier Legue, it's annoying After that dreaded volleyball, which is hard, noooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! :( (again) Now i'm thinking, girls are better than boys, I wish I was one :P
ALWAYS BE HAPPY Be around people who make you smile, try your best to make others smile. Speak to people who make you laugh, try your best to make others laugh.
Be around people who make you be proud of who you are, make people be proud of who they are. Be around people who make you be confident, make people be confident.
Be around people who make you happy, make others happy. Be around people who make you believe, make others believe….
The fearsome, feisty fire fairy ( Queen Fiona ), who has a long,vibrent inferno crown,rules over the Fire kingdom. The Fire kingdom,which spreas it's beams of light and it's warmth across the enchanted forest,is full of millions of ash fairies flying rapidly like a butterfly with a jet pack. In the center of the eye popping , blazing kingdom, which has molten lava brick paths,stands the holy,magical,gargantuan fire ball (which floats in mid air) with fireflies making beautifal scattered patterns across the moon lit sky. Guarding the Fire kingdomis a feirce,petrifying dragon,who will burn any water wisps which try to intrude. The Fire fairy Fiona ,who has an anual celebration of coulourful,elegant,beautifal,majestic fireworks in her honour, was livid to here that the water witch (their enemy) had declared war against them!...
The witch,which had crimson red eyes,stared at me The ghost,which whined,stood as still as stone The werewolf,which bayed,had ebony black fur Lamps in the street,flickered like crazy,hemmed and loomed
It was halloween,the night of the zombies,everyone dies It was the night,when vampires suck blood,when darkness roams Evil roams,every inch,of the street The wind moans,it makes your tingle,while you're in bed
House,filled with evil spirits,cry for peace Halloween,will never end,it is a daring trap!
A man, who was very lonelt, lived on the moon, However, after a year, decided to move and soon, To somewhere, that was very sunny, where could surf, Preferably, he said in almost an utter, in Perth,
He didn't almost utter, however, how he would come, Which was annoying, or at least, to some I suggested he fly but, obviously, he said not, Then he gasped, with a beam, " I'll go by cot!"
Now, any layman, who had sense that is, would be confused, But apparently, his baby cot, which he oddly still had, would be 're-used', Although a madman, he was clever too, and who would've known? He's on Earth, Ironically, I suppose, surfing on a beach in Perth.
I didn't receive a sheet but I did a poem based on what I heard on Friday. Christmas The children build a snowman, with a bright, Orange carrot for its nose, in the back garden
Hanging up the ornaments, and the Gold and Red sparkle in the light, on the Christmas tree
Santa's reindeer, flying in his garden, getting ready for Christmas Eve
Christmas, my favourite time of year, a time full of love and laughter!
My cat, who is seven years old, causes trouble every day. On Monday, when my mum was cooking, he knocked the water boiler over. On Tuesday, while I was cleaning, he pushed the coffee table over. On Wednesday, my sister, thought the cat was sleeping but, rotated and scratched my sister on her face three times.
On Thursday, while we were eating, he took two of our fish fingers and a dozen of chips. On Friday, when we were sleeping, he jumped on our heads. On Saturday, while we were shopping, at home he ruined and messed up the whole house. On Sunday, throughout the whole day, he did everything I said from all of the days put together in one day.
Every day, while our family is minding our own business, he will cause mischief whenever and wherever he is. There is not a single week when he is normal, he is always hyper, or causing a havoc. Every week, he does the same thing, destroying the house. Even with the mess he causes, all the time, he is still my cat.
Aaron I really like this poem because it describes exactly how cats act, and exactly how people feel towards cats. You have managed to perfectly describe what my cat does and the poem can really connect with people who do have a cats. For example, last night when I was asleep, my cat SOMEHOW managed to take my earring out of my ear and eat it.
Sports Superstars Golf Rory McCroy hit the ball, with his favourite, driver into a, amazing, diver. Tiger woods hit the ball into the woods, surprisingly, he hit a tiger. Football The ball flew to Messi he tried a volley, which he had never scored before, wait…wait…wait… BANG!!!!! Into the top of the goal. Diving Tom Dailey steps up to the platform, he is scared of heights, then a golf ball hit him into the face. The divers, who were rubbish, did a big belly flop and came out red. Cricket Ms Dhoni, who is great, retired from test cricket but still helped India in some way. Jamie Anderson ,who is a great bowler, tried to cheat OMG!!!
The witch, who is magnificent, can make your pink tongue stutter and your stomach flutter, Skin,so pure and white, some say it is like milky butter.
Witches, who are usually gorgeous, are somehow mistaken for hags in rags and deserve a better reputation! And sometimes, when they get really upset, can put on quite a demonstration.
She wears jewels, from only the best goldsmiths, with quite an expensive taste for silver, I mean, for the finest of the finest of that, she would pilfer!
Her hair, of which many women envy, is ike Rumpelstiltskin's golest straw, when you see it, it will leave you in awe.
See it shine, and shine like no other,in the cold moonlight, See it glimmer, and glimmer like no other in the crystal starlight.
Her amazing intel and wit, Shakespeare's writing her tongue could split!
And of course, I mean, who would it rather be, This clever witch, of whom you've heard so much of, is me!
On holiday, which was amazing, I met new friends. At the beach, which was sandy, I glimpsed the calm, crystal clear ocean waving at me. In the hotel,the beds, which were as comfy as lying on a cloud, would make me fall asleep when I touched them.
AT HOME
At home my washing machine, which is as loud as an elephant, cleans all my clothes. In my bedroom, the stars on the ceiling, which glisten in the dark light, make me fall asleep.
AT THE PARK
At the park, which wind sways as vigorously as a crocodile, I play football.
In my life, which I want to enjoy, I work as hard as I possibly can and try as much as I can
POETRY A man, who was not so clever, tried to write a poem. Now writing a poem, which is good, is a very tricky business Rhyming, which muddles peoples brain, is extremely hard to do And sometimes, which is not that rare, can sometimes get the better of you.
Another technique, that causes hair loss, is the unfathomable art of alliteration It sounds to many, who are being introduced to the world of poetry, it seems so seemingly simple. But is in fact, as many people don’t know, a gravely gruelling task. And is not, as many people think, a welcoming walk of the park.
Now it’s time to say hello, without grimacing, to personification, She is, without doubt, the most brain teasing of them all. You cannot, by any means, just simply say the clouds groaned It will, with great remorse, only be mastered when the daffodils start yawning.
This is what i saw on my fast flashing train. All the Londoners, who were late for their trains or work, rushed around. The buildings, which were grey,dull and tall,surrounded the city. The adverts, which were tedious, flashed on those buildings. People, who were wearing murky clothes, bawled from street to street. Sellers, who were trying to sell magazines, cried out into the town.
That's what I saw on my fast flashing train. The roads, that didn't have many cars on, were small,thin and short. Everyone, who were nicely spread out, talked quietly. Dim street light, which were flickering, scattered around the place. The different shades of green, which were dark and light, ran and hopped around. That's what I saw on my fast flashing train.
Oh Christmas! Oh Christmas, my favourite time of year, please come soon! The flowers, all brown, have faded away But no need to worry as Christmas, the time of caring , is on its way! People, wrapped up warm, begin to sing sweet carols! The snow, falling to the ground, gleams with happiness!
Santa and Rudolph, with your HOHO and bright shiny nose, please stop by my house and ill leave you some cookies and milk! The Christmas tree, that lies in the living room, brings on the show! Shops and markets, all beautifully decorated, have reduced the prices! Oh Christmas! Oh Christmas, my favourite time of year, please come soon!
On a cold day, of December, I was pondering why I like winter. I think of some reasons, my best ones, on this subject and here are my reasons.
The snow glows white,while the sun sets and colors the skyline Crimson and a bright, flamboyant yellow, giving a gentle, radiant glow.
The flakes of snow, drifting in a flow, float elegantly on the Winter wonderland. The evergreen and pine trees of the sleeping forest, in a heavy, angelic slumber, moaning in the breeze and lie covered in frost and snow until the arise in Spring.
The Robins sing as the owls clap their wings and conjure a divine melody, sounding almost like descending angles from heaven, to help calm and put these gentle giant to sleep. The wind sings as the branches swing, In a musical way, and joins the symphony combined with the animals below. From the Fast foxes to the secretive squirrels and the Barn owls in the skies to the mice, which are sly, scampering on the ground. The forest,sleeping , unawakened creates an atmosphere of wildlife and music.
CAPTIVE Once i dive into these pages, i mite not come out for ages. Books have powers over me, inside a book im not free. im a prisoner in land of print and paper on my hand, but do not worry, do not fear, im a happy captive here
The dog was named Tod, he had a big bod, plus, a mechanical eye and also can fly real high. The dog was real shy And never met I Because he never left the forest.
Then one day, A Fox lay Thinking of eating a dog. His mind was like a bog. He was dumb as a log There was lots of real fog The fox was real angry Just like the dog Because he had no friends.
The tree, which was emerald green and glistening, stood in the living room. The pine needles, which were thin and spiky, were swept up by the broom. The children, whose cheeks were red and rosy, played in the snow.
The fire, which was spitting and crackling, was all of a glow. The turkey, that smelt delectable, cooked in the oven. The sprouts, which looked repulsive, tasted like a damp sock.
The tree, which was full of lights, hoarded many delights. The children, who were smiling greedily, hastily ripped open the presents. The Christmas pudding, that was a dark bark colour, was alit and ready to be eaten.
Grandad, who was asleep in the arm chair, seemed deaf to the pulling of crackers. Christmas, which was coming to an end, seemed a million miles away. Christmas, oh Christmas, I beg for you every second of the day!
PEACE: It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise,trouble or hard work.It means to be in the midst of those things and still BE CALM IN YOUR HEART.
Patience: I've never been the patient one, I wait a few minutes and then I'm gone. I've never actually gone to the trouble, of waiting a minute or double. It just hasn't hit me, let alone bit me. And I'm quite sincerely sure that it never will.
Cabbage Granny The granny who lived at Heath Road, ate cabbages till late, Nobody could stop her, not her best friend, even when her food was stale, Once she told me, when I was walking, that she ate 19 cabbages in a day!
On 30th of November, last day of the month, away the prize she took, On the 3rd of November, a few days later, her name was in the record book, The girl, who was known worldwide, ponged!
One day I saw her, carrying cabbage pie, galumphing down the lane, All the neighbours, peering out of the window, thought she was insane! Everyone, including knight the cat, jumped up in fright.
I couldn’t believe on her birthday, 22nd September, she made cabbage cake, During the evening, smell wafted out of her window, we knew it was baked, The whole street was invited, with cabbage smelly envelopes, but not even the antelope came!
Good husband and housewife, now chiefly be glad, Things handsome to have, as they ought to be had. They both do provide, against Christmas do come, To welcome their neighbors, good cheer to have some.
Good bread and good drink, a good fire in the hall, Brawn, pudding, and souse, and good mustard withal. Beef, mutton, and pork, and good pies of the best, Pig, veal, goose, and capon, and turkey well drest, Cheese, apples and nuts, and good carols to hear, As then in the country is counted good cheer.
What cost to good husband, is any of this? Good household provision only it is: Of other the like, I do leave out a many,
Oh Mr Butterfly, I love you But I don't know if your eat stew You may have lots of skills But can you live behind hills You have such beauty But do you live in a city You act like magic But do you cause tragic
Oh Mr Butterfly, you are blue, green, white and yellow But are you such a pretty fellow You create such a beautiful view But most of the time do you go in your crew FLUTTTTTER!
Halloween is everywhere! The night is dark Goblins and witches are out Strange costumed creatures knock on doors and roar "Trick or treat Smell my feet Give me something good to eat"
Poems,which are confusing,can overload your brain
ReplyDeleteThey can fill your brain with rage,which by the way is bad,so try and ovoid that
Don't let them get the best of you,but don't let them become boring,because then it's no fun whatsoever
Make them full of detail,which will help it become popular,so you can be proud
Allow a few embedded clauses,but not to much,or your poem will fade away
Sprinkle some adjectives,be waned that they can eat up your poem,so use the correct amount
Sneak in some adverbs,but control them,and remember to be picky
Toss on some fronted adverbials,not to much,and make sure the make sense
Don't cry,or your ideas will fly away,try and control the tears
Don't give up,or tear your paper to shreds,just edit it
There is always hope,just remember to ask for help,don't sit there and think it will just apear
Poem writing, which can be hard to swallow, is never impossible
This is a really good poem Kelsie! It is similar to Aceise's, and I love the way you kind of used the techniques of a poem to write a poem.
DeleteAlthough, you say: "Allow a few embedded clauses, but not to (ALTHOUGH, you should have written too) much, or your poem will fade away" but every sentences of your poem is made up of embedded clauses!
I totally agree Hira.
DeleteAnimals
ReplyDeleteWhich licks my soft face,
which chews my soft lace.
Which warms up my feet at night.
Who can jump very high,
who can jump past the sky.
Who sprayed some poison at me.
That rolls in the mud,
that chewed on a bud.
That couldn't stop snorting my name.
Which has a silky soft coat,
which has never seen a moat.
Which roars just like terrible thunder.
Boys, who are amazing, are the best
ReplyDeleteFrom football, the best sport ever, to hockey
But we just can't master volleyball, a really active sport, sadly
Girls, who are more agile,are better than us.
Hopefully I'm good, banging a ball over a net, at volleyball
I'm bad, it's just the way it is, wich sucks :(
Boys, who are still technically better, 'are' still better
From football, which we'll own them at, to hockey
I'm gonna play basketball, at the NBA, it's tough
Then football, at the Barklays Premier Legue, it's annoying
After that dreaded volleyball, which is hard, noooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! :( (again)
Now i'm thinking, girls are better than boys, I wish I was one :P
BY
IRFAN
SHAHMARD
I like your poem Irfan, it is good at showing differences.
DeleteALWAYS BE HAPPY
ReplyDeleteBe around people who make you smile,
try your best to make others smile.
Speak to people who make you laugh,
try your best to make others laugh.
Be around people who make you be proud of who you are,
make people be proud of who they are.
Be around people who make you be confident,
make people be confident.
Be around people who make you happy,
make others happy.
Be around people who make you believe,
make others believe….
The Fire kingdom
ReplyDeleteThe fearsome, feisty fire fairy ( Queen Fiona ), who has a long,vibrent inferno crown,rules over the Fire kingdom.
The Fire kingdom,which spreas it's beams of light and it's warmth across the enchanted forest,is full of millions of ash fairies flying rapidly like a butterfly with a jet pack.
In the center of the eye popping , blazing kingdom, which has molten lava brick paths,stands the holy,magical,gargantuan fire ball (which floats in mid air) with fireflies making beautifal scattered patterns across the moon lit sky.
Guarding the Fire kingdomis a feirce,petrifying dragon,who will burn any water wisps which try to intrude.
The Fire fairy Fiona ,who has an anual celebration of coulourful,elegant,beautifal,majestic fireworks in her honour, was livid to here that the water witch (their enemy) had declared war against them!...
The witch,which had crimson red eyes,stared at me
ReplyDeleteThe ghost,which whined,stood as still as stone
The werewolf,which bayed,had ebony black fur
Lamps in the street,flickered like crazy,hemmed and loomed
It was halloween,the night of the zombies,everyone dies
It was the night,when vampires suck blood,when darkness roams
Evil roams,every inch,of the street
The wind moans,it makes your tingle,while you're in bed
House,filled with evil spirits,cry for peace
Halloween,will never end,it is a daring trap!
A man, who was very lonelt, lived on the moon,
ReplyDeleteHowever, after a year, decided to move and soon,
To somewhere, that was very sunny, where could surf,
Preferably, he said in almost an utter, in Perth,
He didn't almost utter, however, how he would come,
Which was annoying, or at least, to some
I suggested he fly but, obviously, he said not,
Then he gasped, with a beam, " I'll go by cot!"
Now, any layman, who had sense that is, would be confused,
But apparently, his baby cot, which he oddly still had, would be 're-used',
Although a madman, he was clever too, and who would've known? He's on Earth,
Ironically, I suppose, surfing on a beach in Perth.
I didn't receive a sheet but I did a poem based on what I heard on Friday.
ReplyDeleteChristmas
The children build a snowman,
with a bright, Orange carrot for its nose,
in the back garden
Hanging up the ornaments,
and the Gold and Red sparkle in the light,
on the Christmas tree
Santa's reindeer,
flying in his garden,
getting ready for Christmas Eve
Christmas,
my favourite time of year,
a time full of love and laughter!
Well done you.
DeleteA fantastic effort considering.
You are clearly able to use embedded clauses.
MY CAT
ReplyDeleteMy cat, who is seven years old, causes trouble every day.
On Monday, when my mum was cooking, he knocked the water boiler over.
On Tuesday, while I was cleaning, he pushed the coffee table over.
On Wednesday, my sister, thought the cat was sleeping but, rotated and scratched my sister on her face three times.
On Thursday, while we were eating, he took two of our fish fingers and a dozen of chips.
On Friday, when we were sleeping, he jumped on our heads.
On Saturday, while we were shopping, at home he ruined and messed up the whole house.
On Sunday, throughout the whole day, he did everything I said from all of the days put together in one day.
Every day, while our family is minding our own business, he will cause mischief whenever and wherever he is.
There is not a single week when he is normal, he is always hyper, or causing a havoc.
Every week, he does the same thing, destroying the house.
Even with the mess he causes, all the time, he is still my cat.
Aaron I really like this poem because it describes exactly how cats act, and exactly how people feel towards cats. You have managed to perfectly describe what my cat does and the poem can really connect with people who do have a cats. For example, last night when I was asleep, my cat SOMEHOW managed to take my earring out of my ear and eat it.
DeleteSports Superstars
ReplyDeleteGolf
Rory McCroy hit the ball, with his favourite, driver into a, amazing, diver. Tiger woods hit the ball into the woods, surprisingly, he hit a tiger.
Football
The ball flew to Messi he tried a volley, which he had never scored before, wait…wait…wait… BANG!!!!! Into the top of the goal.
Diving
Tom Dailey steps up to the platform, he is scared of heights, then a golf ball hit him into the face. The divers, who were rubbish, did a big belly flop and came out red.
Cricket
Ms Dhoni, who is great, retired from test cricket but still helped India in some way. Jamie Anderson ,who is a great bowler, tried to cheat OMG!!!
I love how you have found something you know about to enable you to show off your poetic and grammatical skills.
DeleteI lost my poem about my favourite book characters, so I made one about Doctor Who.
ReplyDeleteA time war took place,
which was between the Daleks and the Time Lords,
and destroyed all of each race.
But one survivor amongst the human race,
who was named John Hurt,
explored time and space.
His true love went away,
whose name was Bad Wolf,
and his heart is still grey.
And then there was Captain Magnificent,
who was later the Face Of Boe,
and his life was infinite.
- By Hira
(Rose = Bad Wolf
Doctor = John Hurt
Captain Jack = Face of Boe)
Super Sports Stars!
ReplyDeleteHamilton, who was on top, decided to POP.
Ronaldo, who was about to do a rainbow flick, went KAPOW.
Murray, who was about to do a volley, started to fade away SLOWLY.
Bolt, who was about to sprint, had a weird TINT.
Mcllroy, who was about to smash the golf ball, turned to a puddle of MASH.
Saven, who was about to score a try, started to FLY
The Witch
ReplyDeleteThe witch, who is magnificent, can make your pink tongue stutter and your stomach flutter,
Skin,so pure and white, some say it is like milky butter.
Witches, who are usually gorgeous, are somehow mistaken for hags in rags and deserve a better reputation!
And sometimes, when they get really upset, can put on quite a demonstration.
She wears jewels, from only the best goldsmiths, with quite an expensive taste for silver,
I mean, for the finest of the finest of that, she would pilfer!
Her hair, of which many women envy, is ike Rumpelstiltskin's golest straw,
when you see it, it will leave you in awe.
See it shine, and shine like no other,in the cold moonlight,
See it glimmer, and glimmer like no other in the crystal starlight.
Her amazing intel and wit,
Shakespeare's writing her tongue could split!
And of course, I mean, who would it rather be,
This clever witch, of whom you've heard so much of, is me!
ON HOLIDAY!
ReplyDeleteOn holiday, which was amazing, I met new friends.
At the beach, which was sandy, I glimpsed the calm, crystal clear ocean waving at me.
In the hotel,the beds, which were as comfy as lying on a cloud, would make me fall asleep when I touched them.
AT HOME
At home my washing machine, which is as loud as an elephant, cleans all my clothes.
In my bedroom, the stars on the ceiling, which glisten in the dark light, make me fall asleep.
AT THE PARK
At the park, which wind sways as vigorously as a crocodile, I play football.
In my life, which I want to enjoy, I work as hard as I possibly can and try as much as I can
POETRY
ReplyDeleteA man, who was not so clever, tried to write a poem.
Now writing a poem, which is good, is a very tricky business
Rhyming, which muddles peoples brain, is extremely hard to do
And sometimes, which is not that rare, can sometimes get the better of you.
Another technique, that causes hair loss, is the unfathomable art of alliteration
It sounds to many, who are being introduced to the world of poetry, it seems so seemingly simple.
But is in fact, as many people don’t know, a gravely gruelling task.
And is not, as many people think, a welcoming walk of the park.
Now it’s time to say hello, without grimacing, to personification,
She is, without doubt, the most brain teasing of them all.
You cannot, by any means, just simply say the clouds groaned
It will, with great remorse, only be mastered when the daffodils start yawning.
The player, who was very old, was a striker
ReplyDeleteThe man, who passed him, happened to be a hiker
The tennis player, called Murray
Was stuck in rush hour traffic, in a hurry
The cricketer, called Ian Bell
Had an odour, a very bad smell
Neil Armstrong, who was on the moon
said "We have to leave soon"
An NFL player, who had tattoos and muscles
said that he needed to visit Brussels
That guy over there, yes him, is a fat man
he sits there, eating from a utensil,a frying pan.
I wasn't here so I had to make this up quickly.
My Fast Flashing Train Journey
ReplyDeleteThis is what i saw on my fast flashing train.
All the Londoners, who were late for their trains or work, rushed around.
The buildings, which were grey,dull and tall,surrounded the city.
The adverts, which were tedious, flashed on those buildings.
People, who were wearing murky clothes, bawled from street to street.
Sellers, who were trying to sell magazines, cried out into the town.
That's what I saw on my fast flashing train.
The roads, that didn't have many cars on, were small,thin and short.
Everyone, who were nicely spread out, talked quietly.
Dim street light, which were flickering, scattered around the place.
The different shades of green, which were dark and light, ran and hopped around.
That's what I saw on my fast flashing train.
Sports stars exposed
ReplyDeleteRiveloni hypnotises the players with his moustache.
Greece's ex-striker scores for Troy FC (what a traitor).
Wayne Rooney causes the moon to wane after another miss.
Messi cleans up his bedroom.
McIlroy can't figure out what club to use against Lewis Hamilton in a race.
Christmas
ReplyDeleteOh Christmas! Oh Christmas, my favourite time of year, please come soon!
The flowers, all brown, have faded away
But no need to worry as Christmas, the time of caring , is on its way!
People, wrapped up warm, begin to sing sweet carols!
The snow, falling to the ground, gleams with happiness!
Santa and Rudolph, with your HOHO and bright shiny nose, please stop by my house and ill leave you some cookies and milk!
The Christmas tree, that lies in the living room, brings on the show!
Shops and markets, all beautifully decorated, have reduced the prices!
Oh Christmas! Oh Christmas, my favourite time of year, please come soon!
Winter's magic
ReplyDeleteOn a cold day, of December, I was pondering why I like winter.
I think of some reasons, my best ones, on this subject and here are my reasons.
The snow glows white,while the sun sets and colors the skyline Crimson and a bright, flamboyant yellow, giving a gentle, radiant glow.
The flakes of snow, drifting in a flow, float elegantly on the Winter wonderland.
The evergreen and pine trees of the sleeping forest, in a heavy, angelic slumber, moaning in the breeze and lie covered in frost and snow until the arise in Spring.
The Robins sing as the owls clap their wings and conjure a divine melody, sounding almost like descending angles from heaven, to help calm and put these gentle giant to sleep.
The wind sings as the branches swing, In a musical way, and joins the symphony combined with the animals below. From the Fast foxes to the secretive squirrels and the Barn owls in the skies to the mice, which are sly, scampering on the ground. The forest,sleeping , unawakened creates an atmosphere of wildlife and music.
This is winter magic to me.
CAPTIVE Once i dive into these pages, i mite not come out for ages.
ReplyDeleteBooks have powers over me, inside a book im not free.
im a prisoner in land of print and paper on my hand, but do not worry, do not fear, im a happy captive here
The dog was named Tod,
ReplyDeletehe had a big bod,
plus, a mechanical eye
and also can fly real high.
The dog was real shy
And never met I
Because he never left the forest.
Then one day, A Fox lay
Thinking of eating a dog.
His mind was like a bog.
He was dumb as a log
There was lots of real fog
The fox was real angry
Just like the dog
Because he had no friends.
Animal Homes
ReplyDeleteOn top of a mountain,or under the sea, there are so many places where creatures may be.
Alone in the desert,or grouped in a farm, or tucked up in a tree trunk away from all harm.
On bright, sunny grasslands, or in a dark cave, in jungles and forests where all must be brave.
On the ice in the Artic, or holed underground, there are so many places where creatures are found.
The tree, which was emerald green and glistening, stood in the living room.
ReplyDeleteThe pine needles, which were thin and spiky, were swept up by the broom.
The children, whose cheeks were red and rosy, played in the snow.
The fire, which was spitting and crackling, was all of a glow.
The turkey, that smelt delectable, cooked in the oven.
The sprouts, which looked repulsive, tasted like a damp sock.
The tree, which was full of lights, hoarded many delights.
The children, who were smiling greedily, hastily ripped open the presents.
The Christmas pudding, that was a dark bark colour, was alit and ready to be eaten.
Grandad, who was asleep in the arm chair, seemed deaf to the pulling of crackers.
Christmas, which was coming to an end, seemed a million miles away.
Christmas, oh Christmas, I beg for you every second of the day!
PEACE:
ReplyDeleteIt does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise,trouble or hard work.It means to be in the midst of those things and still BE CALM IN YOUR HEART.
Dancing Planet:There was a planet name Jupiter,that lived in a house of stars,all day and night because it had a tutu.
ReplyDeletePatience:
ReplyDeleteI've never been the patient one,
I wait a few minutes and then I'm gone.
I've never actually gone to the trouble,
of waiting a minute or double.
It just hasn't hit me,
let alone bit me.
And I'm quite sincerely sure that it never will.
If you go out when its snowing
ReplyDeleteAnd look up at the sky.
You will feel lots of icy
As the snowflakes flutter by
Once Upon A Time,
ReplyDeletethere was a girl named Emma,
who suffered because of her lovers crime.
But her parents happy endings were taken,
their lives torn apart,
but their feelings were never mistaken.
Emma denied that magic existed,
that she was no royal,
even when her son insisted.
She met another one,
whose name was Hook,
who later became known as 'The Dark One'.
-Based on the show Once Upon A Time
Cabbage Granny
ReplyDeleteThe granny who lived at Heath Road, ate cabbages till late,
Nobody could stop her, not her best friend, even when her food was stale,
Once she told me, when I was walking, that she ate 19 cabbages in a day!
On 30th of November, last day of the month, away the prize she took,
On the 3rd of November, a few days later, her name was in the record book,
The girl, who was known worldwide, ponged!
One day I saw her, carrying cabbage pie, galumphing down the lane,
All the neighbours, peering out of the window, thought she was insane!
Everyone, including knight the cat, jumped up in fright.
I couldn’t believe on her birthday, 22nd September, she made cabbage cake,
During the evening, smell wafted out of her window, we knew it was baked,
The whole street was invited, with cabbage smelly envelopes, but not even the antelope came!
Good husband and housewife, now chiefly be glad,
ReplyDeleteThings handsome to have, as they ought to be had.
They both do provide, against Christmas do come,
To welcome their neighbors, good cheer to have some.
Good bread and good drink, a good fire in the hall,
Brawn, pudding, and souse, and good mustard withal.
Beef, mutton, and pork, and good pies of the best,
Pig, veal, goose, and capon, and turkey well drest,
Cheese, apples and nuts, and good carols to hear,
As then in the country is counted good cheer.
What cost to good husband, is any of this?
Good household provision only it is:
Of other the like, I do leave out a many,
Oh Mr Butterfly, I love you
ReplyDeleteBut I don't know if your eat stew
You may have lots of skills
But can you live behind hills
You have such beauty
But do you live in a city
You act like magic
But do you cause tragic
Oh Mr Butterfly, you are blue, green, white and yellow
But are you such a pretty fellow
You create such a beautiful view
But most of the time do you go in your crew
FLUTTTTTER!
Halloween is everywhere!
ReplyDeleteThe night is dark
Goblins and witches are out
Strange costumed creatures
knock on doors and roar
"Trick or treat
Smell my feet
Give me something good to eat"