The fire is loudly roaring,
At the moment, it’s quite boring.
Chewing charcoal,
Wait! That’s from our bowl.
It’s growing larger every second,
Giving us little time to respond.
Darting this way and that,
Now I see it’s really quite fat.
Oh no! I heard the clock chime,
Which means it’s nearly daytime.
It’s massive now, making everyone run,
It’s being cheered on by the sun.
Then, right on cue,
Rain comes to our rescue.
Because of fire’s bad behaviour,
Rain is our newest saviour.
I rise
you may taunt, torment and terrorise me with mocking eyes, lies, criticise.
You may make up demeaning lies or push me down into the dirt, but, like butterflies,
I rise.
Just like rainbows passing by in the sky, with the conviction of sunset,
like knowledge and belief flying high, still,
I rise.
Did you want to destroy me with your bitter twisted lies?
Breakdown before your eyes?
Shoulders droop like terrorised soldiers?
Engulf my depressing cries?
On the surface crawling, still going,
I rise.
Bounding, flashing, crashing,
I rise.
I’m an army being invaded in war, I’m a castle preparing for battle,
My strength mighty in size
I rise.
Leaving behind years of terror and demise,
I rise.
Stepping into a galaxy that dreams throughout me, I rise.
From my mother who raised me I bear the right,
I am the dream, the stream, the power of my might
I rise,
I rise,
I rise.
A poem inspired by Maya Angelou
There once was a flower
That sat on top of a tower
For nothing was taller
Than this flower
On top of a tower
The birds in the sky
Let out a shrill cry,
As if to say—
“How can we fly?”
But we, the Men,
Are so insane:
We can’t feel or fathom
The feathers’ pain.
We drag and take
The world to a stake;
And do no good
To the done-mistake.
The folk of the sky
Still continues to fly,
With gasps for breath—
And a deep, long sigh.
Can’t we unite,
Take up the fight —
And beat the pollution ,
To make the welkin bright?
As creatures live in sea, land and sky,
The birds live by flying really high.
The leopards, tigers and lions,
Live with their homes being dug up for iron.
So save the fish and defend the fish,
Don’t let our friends be our dish.
The rainforests are really blessed,
So don’t pollute them or our oxygen and food will be less.
As flowers start to bloom,
Animal homes are in doom.
We may be living well,
When forests and seas are swell.
Try your best to always save,
If you think you are that brave.
When your sitting at home not even trying,
Things out there are already dying.
Not to mention the Indigenous race,
Who never harmed us but lived at their own pace.
People chop trees just to be sold,
As they don’t worship or even notice: What a wonderful world!
Wish when it’s 11:11.
Wish when you blow a dandelion.
Wish when you find a penny and throw it as far as you can.
Wish when you see the first star appear.
Wish when you cut off the pointed end of a pie and save it for last.
Wish when you see a truck full of hay and count to thirteen.
Wish when you see a white horse.
Wish when you shake your fist three times at a black horse.
Wish when you see a red bird and spit three times.
Wish when you blow an eyelash from your fingertip.
Wish when you hear a bird singing in the rain.
Wish when you find a four-leaf clover (don’t pick it).
Wish when you see three birds on a telephone wire.
Wish when you say the same thing as someone else and hook pinkies.
Wish when you find a blackbird feather and stick it in the ground.
Wish when you pull a wishbone apart.
Wish when you see a yellow railroad car.
Wish when a butterfly lands on you.
Wish when you see a camel-shaped cloud.
Wish when you find a cricket in your house.
Wish when a firefly lands on your ring finger.
Wish when you cross into Tennessee and clap three times.
Wish when you catch a ladybug.
Sun kissed mountains
Morning dew
The world awakens, bathed in gentle light
The sleepy trees begin to rustle
The river flows with a certain might
Stretching beyond human sight
Golden-hazed sky
No birds to fly
Summer has awakened
It stretches and yawns
The river clear, blue and bright
The soft gently roar of the river
Is all, is all to be heard throughout the starry-eyed night
The wind is strong
The tide goes in and out and rolls along
It makes me feel mellow
The rocks red, orange and yellow
The trees are like a a carpet covering
The land is a friend
The sand is shattered pieces of sun
The air sharp with scent of pine
It leaves me feeling oh so fine
Heaven on Earth some would say
I say it over in a trance
And then it disappears as if it was just a glance
O valley made of sun-kissed beams
You are the thing a person wants and dreams
I hold on tight to the memory
As it flies away
Leaving nothing to gain but leaving, leaving….
Pain
Then the flowers wilt away
And Robert frost was actually right
Eden really did sink to grief
Nothing gold will ever stay
At the end it will always go away
I reach my hand in the air
Holding on to memories, promises,
false hopes and streaming hot salty tears
Wishing gold was never real
Spring is here
Spring is here
Goodbye snow
Flowers grow
Birds and bees
Leaves on trees
Hello spring
Hello spring
My crazy lab is very fab,
It’s so unique, you can’t believe.
With fizzling bubbles in my pot.
Don’t touch the substances – they’re too hot!
There are atoms and molecules,
I even made a space capsule!
But then an unexpected visitor came,
and it’s all his fault, he’s to blame!
He mixed a substance with one and another,
And then the mixture slowly became rougher!
As the mixture became corrosive, I tried to stop it.
But too late! My lab had already exploded!
Don’t worry, I also have a new lab!