Allsorts

The clouds are grey, so is my path
The road I walk on is concrete
My life’s jigsaw puzzle is sewn with mortar
I move forward with dragging feet

I know this road; I’ve traced it thrice
I have no fears, yet no treasures
I know every corner, every dangerous stone
Yet concrete gives me no pleasure

Each my decision is decided and decreed
Each my choice is set in stone
I go where least is the chance I slip
I can’t take another route lest weed has grown

Yet I want to trace the path unknown
To take life’s turns and twists
Enjoy the feel of grass under my feet
I want to walk blind, if under the Sun or surrounded by mist

I wish the world remember I exist
And not because my name is carved in concrete
I want to remind the world the safe road the walk on
Once was a daring, unknown path too

Chaos, oh chaos,
All I see is chaos, chaos everywhere
Christmas chaos that is.

The house is filled .
Children running here and there
Adults trying to talk over the noise .

Oh , but when they are all gone ,
The house is calm once more.
And we all go to bed happy and full of Christmas cheer!

alligator
bat
crocodile
duck
…
elephant
frog
grasshopper
hog
…
iguana
jelly fish
koala
leach
…
monkey
nit
otter
parakeet
…
quail
rooster
snail
tiger
…
umbrella bird
vulture
whale
x-ray fish
…
yak
zebra
…
this poem is finished 🙂

Time is ticking
clock is
ringing
grabbing my bag
and off to school

All my things are there so I don’t want to tidy up
tidy tidy tidy
I don’t want to tidy up
tidy tidy tidy
don’t wreck my mack up
because I don’t want to tidy up

Coming out in the world
is fun to do
You can go
goo goo gaga at all
the places you go to
You smile and fill our
days with light
Coming out in the world
is fun to do

Remember, remember
all though the years
Remember they fought
to save our lives

Wakey wakey, shouts my mum
Get dressed for school

Hurry up
Hurry up or you’ll be late for school

Every morning
All I hear is hurry up
Hurry up or you’ll be late for school

When I get out the house I start to walk

Then I hear hurry up
Hurry up or you’ll be late for school

Then when I get to school the doors are locked and my mum says…

Hurry up
Hurry up or you’ll be late for school

After I’ve been waiting at the doors I check the time and my watch says…

It’s only half past seven

Long ago I was 12
I remember all the things I did
Long ago I didn’t watch movies that I wanted to
Long ago my life was young
but now I’m grown

I have a little poppy
as red as red can be,
To show that I remember
those who fought to make me free