Helen

S4/1/11

I like different parts of poetry. For example i like reading poems but i don't like writing them. I like poems which are easy to understand and. Sometimes i find poetry hard because i am not that good at writing poems. Mostly for me it depends on what the topic of the poem is, if I find the topic interesting or i like the topic i usually like the poem too. I like poems that rhyme because it makes the poem sound better and more interesting. I also like other kinds of poems.

6/1/11

After reading more poems i just like them more... i find them very interesting and fun to read.. some poems are funny and some have more meaning, but i still like both :D

By: John Foster
I chose this poem because i like the way it is written and I like that is is simple. The poem is describing how it is when days goes into night and how the sea looks. This poem makes me imagine how the sea looks and how it gets darker and darker until the day is over and it is night. I really like the poem even though it is very simple and short, it describes in very little words but it still gives you all you need to know in it.

One, two, three, four, five (CHANT)

One, two, three, four, five, Once I caught a fish alive, Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, Then I let it go again. Why did you let it go? Because it bit my finger so. Which finger did it bite? This little finger on my right

By Anon

I chose this poem because it reminds me of when I was younger and I used to really like these kinds of poems, i still like them. The poem is about someone who is fishing and caught a fish then lets it go because the fish bit him. This poem is something that many kids listen to. It is also very fun to say it. I like the poem, it simple and easy to understand.

Tortoise and hare race (FABLE)

‘Tortoise, you’re very slow you know. No wonder. Your legs are so short’

‘I get to where I want to go,’ said the tortoise with a snort.

Hare was everywhere, light and springy, pinging past fast, all over the place.

‘Besides I’d beat you in a race if we were having one.’ ‘All right, we’ll let fox choose the place, and see its fairly run.’

The race began. Off Hare ran. ‘I’ll probably win before you begin,’ he jeered as he disappeared.

And Tortoise was slow getting away but he said as he jogged along, ‘Little by little wins the day. And Hare will get bored before long.’

Hare was so sure he’d be there before the Tortoise, he thought he’d take a short break and fell deep asleep in the sun.

He slept and slept while the minutes kept on ticking away through the heat of the day.

And still he slept

as Tortoise crept up and passed on his way to the Finishing Post. The end of the race was in sight at last. He expected Hare there to boast.

But Hare woke with a shock. His body-clock said he’d overslept. So up he leapt and started to run — but there was someone already ahead and at this minute about to win. ‘It can’t be Tortoise.’ But it was.

Yes, there ahead with Fox was Tortoise — winner of the race and that despite his legs’ shortness and his slow pace.

By Jill Townsend

I chose this poem because of the message it gives. This poem is about a hare and a tortoise that have a race, the hare knows he will win, so he takes a nap. While he is sleeping the tortoise passes him and wins the race. In the poem even though the tortoise knows the hare is faster than him he still tries. Every time i'm in a race (mostly in swimming), i think of this poem and i know that there is a small chance i could win, so most of the time i try my best. This is also my favorite fable.

Where do all the teachers go? (HUMOROUS)

Where do all the teachers go When its four o’clock? Do they live in houses And do they wash their socks?

Do they wear pyjamas And do they pick their noses The same as you and me?

Do they live with other people? Have they mums and dads? And were they ever children? And were they ever bad?

Did they ever, never spell right? Did they ever make mistakes? Were they punished in the corner If they pinched the chocolate flakes?

Did they ever lose their hymn books? Did they ever leave their greens? Did they scribble on the desk top? Did they wear old dirty jeans?

I’ll follow one back home today I’ll find out what they do Then I’ll put it in a poem That they can read to you.

By Peter Dixon

I chose this poem because i sometimes wonder what teachers do. In this poem there are questions about what teachers do and how they were, it just makes me wonder what some teachers do after school and how they live ( though i already know what my parents do after school, they are both teachers).

Cant be bothered to think of a title (HUMOROUS)

When they make slouching in the chair an Olympic sport I’ll be there.

When they give out a cup for refusing to get up I’ll win it ever year.

When they hand out the gold for sitting by the fire I’ll leave the others in the cold,

and when I’m asked to sign my name in the Apathetic Hall of Fame I won’t go.

By Ian McMillan

I chose this poem because i like knowing that someone else is also lazy (like me). And if all of those were actually sports i would probably win. The poem is about someone imagining that being lazy and not doing anything is a sport and how he would win everything if it were that way. overall i like this poem. Even though i am not that lazy, sometimes i do exercise because i have to.

An Interesting Fact About One of My Relatives (HUMOROUS)

MY

great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great

grandad is very old.

By Ian McMillan

I find this poem funny because at first I really wanted to know the fact and when I found out what it was it was a really obvious answer. I chose this poem because it is easy to understand.

Acrostic (ACROSTIC)

**A** cross stick? **C**an’t understand what sir’s **R**abbiting **O**n about **S**o I **T**hought **I**’d **C**ompose a poem instead.

By John Foster

This poem is about someone in class who didn't understand it when the teacher told him to write an acrostic poem, he thought the teacher said 'A cross Stick'. in the end he decided to write a poem... and it was an acrostic poem :D I chose this poem because i really like what is about, and i too sometimes misunderstand what the teacher is saying and i find it quite funny.

I don’t know what to write ( THIN POEMS)

I don’t know what to write. My classmates seem much slicker. If I write like this, I’ll fill my page much quicker!

By Tracey Blance

I chose this poem because it reminds me of myself. sometimes instead of writing like that i write really big to fill up my page because I don't know what to write. Also when i look at other and see that they have written more than me i also sometimes do the same. This poem is about someone in class who doesnt know what to write so they write it very little on the line and move to the next so that it looks like they have written more.

Smelly people (SENSES)

Uncle Oswald smells of tobacco. Aunt Agatha smells of rope. Cousin Darren smells of aeroplane glue. Cousin Tracey smells of soap.

My mum smells of garlic and cabbage. My dad smells of cups of tea. My baby sister smells of sick And my brother of TCP.

Our classroom smells of stinky socks. Our teacher smells of old spice. I wonder what I smell of? I’ll just have a sniff… Hmmm… quite nice.

By Roger Stevens

Smell is one of my favorite senses, i always smell things around me. And i also try to identify what the smell is. My favorite line in this poem is 'I wonder what i smell of?' i like this line because most of the time i do wonder what i smell like and try to smell nice. this poem is about someone identifying how different people and things smell.

Best friends (MODERN POEM)

Would a best friend Eat your last sweet Talk about you behind your back Have a party and not ask you?

Mine did.

Would a best friend Borrow your bike without telling you Deliberately forget your birthday Avoid you whenever possible?

Mine did.

Would a best friend Turn up on your bike Give you a whole packet of your favorite sweets Look you in the eye?

Mine did.

Would a best friend say Sorry I talked about you behind your back Sorry I had a party and didn’t invite you Sorry I deliberately forgot your birthday - I thought you’d fallen out with me

Mine did.

And would a best friend say, simply, Never mind That’s OK.

I did.

By Bernard young

This poem reminds me of my best friend... she has done alot of bad things to me but i still forgive her because she has done more good things and she means alot to me. she is an amazing friend... this poem is a girl who's best friend has done a lot of bad things to her and makes it up to her. in the end she forgives her friend.

New School

In the playground corner I stand and see: Big kids sharing jokes and sweets, One skits the headmaster And everyone knows everyone else.

In the playground corner I stand on my own And wish and wish I could just go home.

By Kevin McCann

when i go to a new school i look around and notice things... Sometimes i just want to go home because i feel like it will be hard to fit in, but in the end i find friends... i like this poem because it is sometimes how i feel about new schools.

Beautiful (RAP)

Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has their private world Where they can be alone

Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you

I'm just so fucking depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump

I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up  And in order for me to pick the mic back up

I don't know how or why or when I ended up this position I'm in I'm starting to feel dissin' again So I decided just to pick this pen

Up and try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet

And I know some shit's so hard to swallow But I can't just sit back and wallow In my own sorrow but I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow

One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you'd have to walk a thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like

To feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others' minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others' eyes

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor Everything's so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check The temperature of the room

Just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me And so I try to avoid any eye contact 'Cause if I do that then it opens the door For conversation, like I want that

I'm not looking for extra attention I just wanna be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom

I don't need no fucking man servant Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of 'em ain't even funny like

Ha! Marshall you're so funny man You should be a comidian god damn!" Unfortunately I am  I just hide behind the tears of a clown

So why don't you all sit down Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like

To feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others eyes

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshiwe're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip 'em, don't expect no help

Now I could've either just sat on my ass And pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own

I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags I sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did

I just wanted to fit in Every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant acting stupid

And Edna always told me Keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that Meanwhile I'm just standing there Holding my tongue tryna talk like that

'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole At 8 years old I learned my lesson then 'Cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more

But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description 'Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin It's probably 110% different

I guess we would have to walk a mile In each others shoes at least What size you wear? I wear 10's Let's see if you can fit your feet

In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like

To feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others eyes

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked just stay true to you So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked just stay true to you

So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked just stay true to you So

Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has their private world Where they can be alone

Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you

Yeah, to my babies Stay strong, daddy will be home soon

And to the rest of the world God gave you shoes to fit you So put 'em on and wear 'em Be yourself man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't ever let anyone tell you you ain't beautiful

By: Eminem

When I'm Gone (RAP)

Yeah It's my life In my own words I guess

Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When they know they're your heart And you know you are their armor And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'em

But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you? What happens when you become the main source of a pain? "Daddy look what I made," dad's gotta go catch a plane

"Daddy where's mommy? I can't find mommy, where is she?" I don't know, go play Haile, baby, your daddy's busy Daddy's writing this song, this song ain't gon' write itself I'll give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself

Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rocka-by-baby

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back

I keep having this dream, I'm pushin' Haile on a swing She keeps screaming, she don't want me to sing "You're making mommy cry? Why? Why is mommy crying? Baby, daddy ain't leaving no more, "Daddy you're lying?

"You always say that, you always say this is the last time But you ain't leaving no more, daddy, you're mine" She's piling boxes in front of the door, trying to block it "Daddy please, daddy don't leave, daddy, no stop it!"

Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket It's got a picture, "This'll keep you safe daddy, take it witcha'" I look up, it's just me standing in the mirror These stinkin' walls must be talking, ?cuz man I can hear 'em

They're saying, "You got one more chance to do right And it's tonight, now go out there  And show ?em that you love 'em ?fore it's too late?  And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door  It's turns to a stage, they're gone, and this spotlight is on  And I'm singing

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back

Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat The curtain closes, they're throwing roses at my feet I take a bow and thank you all for coming out They're screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd

I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seeing "Daddy it's me, help mommy, her are bleeding" But baby we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden? "I followed you daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin' You lied to me dad, and now you made mommy sad  And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'?

"That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin I get the point, fine, me and mommy are goin'" But baby wait, "It's too late dad, you made your choice Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us"

That's what they want, they want you Marshall They keep screamin' your name It's no wonder you can't go to sleep, just take another Yeah, I bet you you will, you rap about it Yeah, word, k-keep it real

I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me? I turn around, find a * on the ground, it Put it to my brain, scream, "Die Shady" and *** it**


 * The sky darkens, my life flashes **
 * The plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes **
 * That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin' **
 * It's spring and Haile's outside swinging **


 * I walk right up to Kim and kiss her **
 * Tell her I miss her, Haile just smiles **
 * And winks at her little sister **
 * Almost as if to say **


 * And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn **
 * Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice **
 * Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling **
 * And I didn't feel a thing **
 * So baby don't feel no pain **
 * Just smile back **


 * And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn **
 * Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice **
 * Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling **
 * And I didn't feel a thing **
 * So baby don't feel no pain **
 * Just smile back **


 * By: Emimem **

Teachers (LIMERICK)


 * Be on time, use your mind, study more **
 * All behaviors that teachers adore **
 * If we did what they say **
 * Would we need 'em? No way **
 * Makes you wonder what teachers are for? **


 * No author: but this is the link to read it: **
 * http://www.here-be-limerick-poems.com/work-humor-toasts.html **

a place to sleep - limerick


 * I wish that I had a bed. **
 *  I sleep on the floor instead. **
 *  It’s such a small place, **
 *  With no room or space, **
 *  I’ll suffocate and soon be dead. **


 *  Scot Warren **

An unHappy Limerick

Today - it was filled with sorrow But that's why I'm glad for tomorrow I'll end the fight And make it all right Because time is not something we borrow

I don't know why it went wrong But we're OK now - we're moving along But if I was betrayed Would I have stayed? And suffered this torment lifelong?

Jessica Jemima

Missing 'U' is like: Missing 'I' in your life(Sonnet style)


 * Missing yo_ is like missing part of my l_fe. **
 *  Then the pain i feel felt like the edge of a knife. **
 *  Mixed composer in my head, missing yo_ makes me wish i was dead. **
 *  When i lay my head down on one side of the bed, missing yo_ made me wish yo_ were here instead. **
 *  Sitting in my bed not able to sleep images of missing yo_ made me not want to eat. **
 *  Shiverless cries for me to hear your voice, crying seemed to be the only choice. **
 *  Simply because missing yo_ is like missing 'I' in your l_fe. **
 *  My l_fe has no meaning if you're not in it, it began with yo_ so shall it finish. **
 *  You're the half that makes me whole finding yo_: is like finding gold. **
 *  My l_fe is like a cage meant to be kept with someone in it; my heart says that you're the only one to fill it. **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> JUST BECAUSE MISSING YO_: IS LIKE MISSING 'I' IN YOUR L_FE! **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Queen Taz **

Sonnet III: Taking My Pen


 * Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, **
 * Duly to count the sum of all my cares, **
 * I find my griefs innumerable grow, **
 * The reckonings rise to millions of despairs; **
 * And thus dividing of my fatal hours, **
 * The payments of my love I read and cross, **
 * Subtracting, set my sweets unto my sours, **
 * My joy's arrearage leads me to my loss; **
 * And thus mine eye's a debtor to thine eye, **
 * Which by extortion gaineth all their looks; **
 * My heart hath paid such grievous usury **
 * That all their wealth lies in thy beauty's books, **
 * And all is thine which hath been due to me, **
 * And I a bankrupt, quite undone by thee. **


 * Michael Drayton **

On my way to school (ballad attempt)


 * It was a pleasant day **
 * walking down the road **
 * too bad it's so early **
 * carrying a heavy load **
 * on my way to school **


 * As I walk down the same street **
 * taking in what I see **
 * quiet birds are flying by **
 * as if they want to flee **
 * on my way to school **


 * then I see a body **
 * lying on the ground **
 * looking cold and brittle **
 * its face showing a frown **
 * on my way to school **


 * I get to the ravine **
 * and smell the fresh air **
 * and hearing the running water **
 * thinking life is fair **
 * on my way to school **


 * I arrive at my goal **
 * tired as can be **
 * the day has only started **
 * and I already want to sleep **
 * because of my journey to school **


 * Venus Fire **

Who's Who


 * I used to think nurses **
 * Were women, **
 * I used to think police **
 * Were men, **
 * I used to think poets **
 * Were boring, **
 * Until I became one of them. **


 * Benjamin Zephaniah **

Rock 'n' Roll Rebel (A Short Ballad)


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Don't listen to your neighbors, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> crank up the music, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> open all the windows; **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> who cares if they **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> call the cops. **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Get drunk and be free. **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Get yourself a bottle of wine, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> go stand on the highest **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> roof top and scream, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Let the gods know you're **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> alive! **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> THEO RAY **

A Friend/ Word Cinquain


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Friend **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Kind, helpful **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Cheering, instructing, caring **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Always there for you **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> True **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Ivana Tinkle **

Dis poetry


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is designed fe rantin **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dance hall style, big mouth chanting, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Preaching follow me **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Like yu is blind sheep, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is not Party Political **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Not designed fe dose who are critical. **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> It gets into me dreadlocks **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> It lingers around me head **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry goes wid me as I pedal me bike **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> IÕve tried Shakespeare, respect due dere **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> But did is de stuff I like. **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is not afraid of going ina book **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Still dis poetry need ears fe hear an eyes fe hav a look **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is Verbal Riddim, no big words involved **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> An if I hav a problem de riddim gets it solved, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> IÕve tried to be more romantic, it does nu good for me **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> So I tek a Reggae Riddim an build me poetry, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> I could try be more personal **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> But youÕve heard it all before, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Pages of written words not needed **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Brain has many words in store, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Yu could call dis poetry Dub Ranting **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> De tongue plays a beat **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> De body starts skanking, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is quick an childish **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is fe de wise an foolish, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Anybody can do it fe free, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is fe yu an me, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> DonÕt stretch yu imagination **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is fe de good of de Nation, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Chant, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> In de morning **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> I chant **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> In de night **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> I chant **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> In de darkness **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> An under de spotlight, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> I pass thru University **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> I pass thru Sociology **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> An den I got a dread degree **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> In Dreadfull Ghettology. **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry stays wid me when I run or walk **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> An when I am talking to meself in poetry I talk, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry is wid me, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Below me an above, **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Dis poetry's from inside me **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> It goes to yu **
 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> WID LUV. **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Benjamin Zephaniah **

Everybody Is Doing It


 * In Hawaii they Hula **
 * They Tango in Argentina **
 * They Reggae in Jamaica **
 * And they Rumba down in Cuba, **
 * In Trinidad and Tobago **
 * They do the Calypso **
 * And in Spain the Spanish **
 * They really do Flamenco. **


 * In the Punjab they Bhangra **
 * How they dance Kathak in India **
 * Over in Guatemala **
 * They dance the sweet Marimba, **
 * Even foxes dance a lot **
 * They invented the Fox Trot, **
 * In Australia it's true **
 * They dance to the Didgeridoo. **


 * In Kenya they Benga **
 * They Highlife in Ghana **
 * They dance Ballet all over **
 * And Rai dance in Algeria, **
 * They Jali in Mali **
 * In Brazil they Samba **
 * And the girls do Belly Dancing **
 * In the northern parts of Africa. **


 * Everybody does the Disco **
 * From Baghdad to San Francisco **
 * Many folk with razzamataz **
 * Cannot help dancing to Jazz, **
 * They do the Jig in Ireland **
 * And it is really true **
 * They still Morris dance in England **
 * When they can find time to." **


 * <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Benjamin Zephaniah **

The Days of School/ Syllable Cinquain

School Days Crazy, boring Work! Work! Work! Too much work! The last days are always the best All done.

Ivana Tinkle

Wot a Pair

I waz walking down Wyefront street When me trousers ran away, I waz feeling incomplete But still me trousers would not stay, When I found where they had gone De pair addressed me rather blunt, And they told me they were sick of being put on Back to front.

I told dem I would treat dem good And wear dem back to back, I promised dem protection From a friend who is a mac, Me trousers did not believe a single word I had to say, And me underpants were laughing When me trousers ran away.

Benjamin Zephaniah


 * MY POEMS **


 * Sweets **


 * rough and smooth**
 * sweet and chewy**
 * can i have another one?**

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Patience


 * Patience,**
 * dream about heaven**

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Swim **

Swim beneath silver

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Poetry

Poetry is like a galloping horse If you let the horse run free, It can take you to places you've never been before Though sometimes its a bumpy ride

THE FARM

Oink, quack, woof I wake up to the sound of the animals again Meow, Moo, Can’t they just let me sleep in peace? Oink, quack, woof, meow, moo Another day starts…