Allsorts

You want responsibility and duty,
Maybe something growing?
Like something fruity,
Would give you so much power!

You buy a seed from the store,
You put it in the soil
As soon as you get home
With so much greed for it to grow.

You watch it carefully every day,
Hoping it’ll grow more and more.
Bright and colourful each day.
Even when you took care of it well,

It still becomes dull, almost sickly,
It stares down slowly dying,
You thought to yourself was this worth buying?
Even when you looked carefully.

You didn’t notice the disease growing on its flower bed,
After some time it sadly dies.
When you’re reading and listening carefully,
Sometimes you are I are this flower.

We can’t be perfect too quickly.
Growing always takes time.
You, are always worth buying,
Give yourself time.

Going into secondary school,
First years thinking they are all so cool.
Learning new languages like Chinese.
In P.E. class doing high knees.

In this huge building I feel so small,
Going to my locker down this big hall.
Walking into my new classroom,
Knowing it will be harder soon.

Waiting for lunch, starving with hunger,
Knowing the school days will be longer.
Oh finally schools over,
It feels like I found a four leaf clover.

Coming home with a big bag full of books.
Everyone judged me by my looks.
The classroom feels like a prison cell.
When will I get to finish this hell?

Boom, Boom, bombs go off in the distance.
You can smell the blood drifting in the air.
Heads down low ready to fire,
No one thinks it’s fair.

Parents running for a place to hide,
Children hiding under a bed.
They fear they might die,
Yet the guns will decide.

Heavy bodies falling on top of each other,
Making a mountain.
Surviving families silently cry.
Their grief pours out as a fountain.

Under each bloody uniform is a sad man.
Hoping to see his family once more,
Wishing for this curse to disappear
And not be so sore.

Once a very beautiful land,
Has now changed to a barren battlefield.

A new journey is around the corner,
Oh Secondary School, I hope you treat me better.
New faces, new classes, a different start,
A little bit scared, but really ready at heart.

I’ll learn, I’ll grow and try my best,
Leaving the past and facing what’s next.

A new journey begins,
A fresh chapter to see.
Secondary School
This is the start of me.

The new bloom,
As beautiful as the moon.
The leaves grow,
As the water rows.

The kids go out to play,
And they will be out all day.
The bold beautiful flowers,
Will shine with all their power.

The squirrels come out today,
While the sun shows its rays.
The bees take pollen with glee,
And the waves come by our blue seas.

The snowdrops start to sprout,
The cold cats stop to pout.
As the sun goes up and down goes the moon,
Spring introduces the new bloom.

We have survived through English, Irish and maths
By utilising our thinking caps
Let’s start with Irish
It is like an never ending virus

Next up English
Should we even be speaking this?
What’s next? Oh maths!
Let’s not even talk about that

History. Why his story?
And not her story?
Oh, and science
Don’t knock it till you try it

Now the best one yet – PE
We tumble, we leap, we roar with glee
Anyway what I am trying to say is
Get out there and do it your own way.

Harnesses have been taken off
Under the Earth’s crust bones are buried
Not much life in sight
Though the gun and dogs are ready
I could hear the growling of the drooling dogs
No-one else around, hunting, grunting , running ,bleeding, screaming, fear, loss, growling
Gone. I was shot down with a single bullet and torn apart by dogs.

There shall be something to eat
No one remaining feeble or weak
People wasting our supply
While the less fortunate beg and cry

There should be health
Not acquired by wealth
We should be able to acquire
Not dream and desire

Everyone should have a drink
Emptying the glass to the brink
We should not use resources to extinction
It will lead to severe malnutrition

We deserve to all be seen
No matter where we have been
We should raise awareness
It means worldwide fairness

I saw the moon
One windy night
Flying so fast
All silvery and white

Over the sky like a toy balloon
Loose from its string
A runaway moon

The frosty stars went racing past
Chasing her on
Ever so fast
Then everyone said

“It’s the clouds that fly
And the stars and moon.”
I stand still in the sky
But I don’t mind

I saw the moon
Like a toy balloon

I don’t know what to write.
My brain can’t rhyme.
I sit and chew my pencil
Wasting all my time.