Immortality

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by Lucy Rogers-Atkinson aged 13

The shadow monsters loom over
my body, a battered dandelion,
crumpled by colossal enclosure,
taunts shooting at my glass head.

Blazing glass turns to sweltering sand.
The grains scratch their rising heat,
between my irritated skull and
the lava laden linen.

Through my eyes, salty sleep leaks,
lost to the darkness of night,
staining my crimson cheeks
with white waterfalls of tiredness.

My agitated spine of sticks
will not release the sun.
A tightened sleeve of flesh grips
to my cluttered, quivering bones.

The vast sea tosses my limbs
as they flounder recklessly
searching for the stolen wings,
only to drown in the water.

Mum’s Birthday

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by Heva Bashir aged 8

COMPETITION WINNER

Happy Birthday!
To: Mom
From: Heva Bashir

Oh Mom!
Let’s appreciate you doing all this work for us,
You help us,
You carried us for 9 months,
From 0 – 8
You had me for 8 years,
Happy 35th Birthday!
Mom,
You give me joy,
You give me happiness,
You love me,
I love you,
Oh I need to appreciate about you loving me,
Doing all this work for me,
She buys me clothes,
She buys me earrings,
She buys me food,
She buys me water,
She buys me everything I need,
She gets me toys,
Now it’s time for me to gift her.
I wi get her anything she needs,
I will buy her food,
You hug your mum,
I can buy her a love mug,
I have the opportunity to buy her cards,
I have the opportunity to buy her cakes,
I’m only 8,
Wondering how I got money,
I don’t care about that,
I can buy her flowers,
She gave me the earth,
She gave me the world,
She helped me live,
And you see your father,
It’s his birthday tomorrow,
You celebrate with him too,
Funny huh?
I can buy both of them gifts,
I can give them mugs,
I can give them flowers,
They can celebrate together,
Now you see,
Family is important.
Not only they give you stuff,
And you hurt their feelings,
You can gift them,
Say sorry for everything mean that you have done,
You apologize,
They forgive,
We can all live,
We celebrate that 35 birthday by singing the birthday song, but they are already grown up..
Oh mom,
Oh father,
May all your wishes come true,
You look in the mirror,
You think you’re old,
You look at your life,
You begin to mould.

Life’s Joy

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by Hava Omer aged 13

It’s time to celebrate your existence
Go to a mirror and compliment your appearance.
Just deliberate about how lucky you are to live.
For there are still souls that have not been able to give.
From passing exams, an explosion of joy
From FATAL experiences that creep within,
Stealing feelings of hope that destroy.
You pick yourself up again and look in your eyes
You see hope, and you see joy.
Hugging the person that has given you the world, your mother
Gives you a feeling of security, and there’s another.
It gives you an eruption of glee and then here comes your brother.
He’s a knight
Fighting to save you, as that’s what’s right.
There is your father, who’s sitting on the sofa.
A rough, and playful hug with him, gives you a feeling of belonging and a sensation of joy.
There comes your grandparents, old and wise
Loves all of their grandkids, no need to despise.
A lovely conversation about history with them over the phone
Gives you a bubbly feeling of not feeling alone.
Look, there’s your cousins from over the street.
You guys have been best friends since the day that you met
Living without them would make your life feel incomplete.
A friendly game of tag or football,
Turns your emotions into an avalanche of joy, that’s what they call.
For your aunties and uncles, across the world
You love them more than the universe that has swirled.
A smile from them,
Turns a frown upside down.
Don’t forget your friends,
They are the ones that make hardships in life feel like they end.
A hilarious series of banter with them
Turns your worry into an earthquake of joy.

Life’s treasures: nature, education
The gifts we receive on this Earth is found by the whole population.
Walk onto the beach with your family and friends
Then watch the harsh emotions, as it descends.
Get a telescope, and point it into space
Observe the ring that Saturn has got, and the endless stars in the galaxies above.
All you need to do is dream
As it will give you a chance to be free and explore the world’s theme.
You could see a rabbit formed by a magician.
Whatever you see, there will always be a volcano of glee within.
And for your joy, it’s a flame under your skin.

Santa: The Backbone of Christmas

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by Arika Bhatia aged 10

Drum roll! Please guess which holiday is today?
It’s Christmas! I can already imagine you raising your hand!
After all, Christmas is in the heart of every child.

Think about it,
Would you not be happy if every 25th of December——
You get a glittering golden present!
Christmas makes every child smile and I wonder why?

I don’t know why,
Maybe its because a man
With a jolly belly spoiling you with piles of gifts

Christmas is nothing without the reindeers,
Respect to them! They carry the slay through out the night,
But on reflecting back, there would be no flying reindeers without Santa
Let’s give a round of applause to him, if he can handle a team of reindeers and make millions of children smile!
He deserves a cookie or two…

Whenever you sit near the fire place on Christmas Eve,
I want you to remember the man,
With his jolly belly who is going to spoil you tomorrow

Spring, the Season of Celebration

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by Veer Sorout aged 10

COMPETITION WINNER

Beauty is a red flower
Blooming in spring
Supplying a beehive
With a bucket full of honey

Beauty is a blue flower
Scenting a garden,
With its awe-inducing fragrance
And its little, green stem

Beauty is dandelion
Spreading out its leaves
And opening up for the first time,
Growing its roots down deep

Beauty is a green flower
Feeling the warmth of the sun
Growing from the seed
Into a tiny tower

Beauty is a green tree
Standing tall and proud
Dropping down a rain of apples,
And giving us brown logs

A Symphony of Celebration

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by Jarvis Seymour-Jones aged 15

COMPETITION WINNER

In the heart of joy, where dreams take flight,
We gather ’round in the soft moonlight.
Celebrating life’s every little thing,
In the chorus of celebration, our voices ring.

From birthdays bright to exams passed well,
In every triumph, our stories swell.
With cakes aglow and candles agleam,
We dance through the night in a joyous stream.

With laughter echoing and smiles wide,
We traverse life’s journey with confident stride.
Each moment cherished, each memory dear,
In celebration, we banish all fear.

Spring’s gentle breeze whispers secrets sweet,
Summer’s warmth embraces, a joyful feat.
Autumn’s hues paint a picture so grand,
And winter’s embrace, like a comforting hand.

With each season’s turn, we find a reason,
To revel in life’s endless celebration.
For in the symphony of life’s grand score,
We find beauty in moments, forevermore.

So raise your voices, let jubilation soar,
In celebration, our spirits adore.
For in these moments, we truly see,
The essence of life’s grand jubilee.

Christmas Senses

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by Orla Rennie aged 6

I can see sparkly presents under the Christmas tree.
I can hear Santa and his reindeers landing heavily on my roof.
I can smell the sweet chocolate yule log sitting on the kitchen side.
I can feel the spiky branches on the Christmas tree tingle when I touch.
I can taste the buttery, soft croissants melting in my mouth.

Nativity Tradition

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by Marselis Davis aged 20

The story of Christ‘s birth
Is told every year
Yet it holds the same worth
And it still brings good cheer

The story of herdsmen
Tending to their flock
When angels from heaven
Caused them a great shock

The angels gave them news
Of a baby boy
Who was King of the Jews
And would bring the world joy

The story of King Herod
Sending wise men to find
The baby Son of God
Who troubled his mind

They followed a star
Shining bright in the sky
The guide from afar
Delighted the Magi

They found the King of Kings
Just as prophecy foretold
They gifted him many things
Like incense and gold

The story of Christ‘s birth
Is told every year
Yet it holds the same worth
And it still brings good cheer

The story of a Saviour
Born of a virgin
To die for our behaviour
And save us from sin

My Runaway Snowman

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by Areeba aged 12

On the day before Christmas
I made a snowman,
As splendid as could be.
I hoped I could keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
It turned out I could
So I got it some PJs,
A blanket to keep it warm,
And placed it on my pillow
To give it some sweet dreams.
But then on Christmas Day
It decided to run away,
But before that it wet my bed AWFULLY!

Snow Globe Home

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by Tanesha Mc Daid

Once a year I’m brought out of storage
The lukewarm fake snow whirls around
I glare through my foggy glass cage
At my captors keeping me homebound

The little ones shake me and my home
Till my whole world spins and I feel dizzy
I try spit out the bits of fake snow foam
Yet they laugh and giggle at my misery

Then I’m taken away in my case
Down where it’s all dark and drear
Then I can hide alone in my base
Till all will repeat again next year