Snog

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by Jane Edwards

as sun seeps
slimy slug slurps
soothing stillness as
slugs saliva burps
birds sing sweet
slug slops slap
strong slither
out! out before I snap!

Life is Life

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by Jane Edwards

Some detest it
Some make a puzzle of it
Others rest in it
Some try to guzzle it
Some despise it
Others compromise it
Don’t summarise it
Just open your eyes a bit
Best not be in strife
Cuz life is life

School

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by Kiran Mayi

Welcome to school
You are so cool
Looking like a fool
Like your friend Buffoon

My Friend Alfie

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by Bob Smith

Everyone knows his head is round
If it hits a table it makes a big sound
So I’m writing this poem so he can notice
So read this song so he can get the message

Sit down if Alfie’s head is round, sit down
If Alfie’s head is round, sit down
SIT DOWN, SIT DOWN.

Confused

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by Gabi

I have got two choices but I don’t know what’s right,
It has left me wondering day and night ,
This mystery is giving me a heart attack,
I walked down a pathway but then I walked back.

I’m drowning in confusion, I have no clue,
How can I go on when I’m feeling this blue?
Please lend me the knowledge of which I lack,
I walked down a pathway but then I walked back.

Give me the key and show me the light,
To find the solution I will put up a fight,
Into the mind of the answer I’ll hack,
Then I’ll walk down a pathway and I won’t walk back.

Life

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by Jane Edwards

So it begins:
Eyes creep open
Possibilities explode before them like fireworks
Simple colour and light, meaningless.
From this point we never stop. Jump
Between birthdays collecting small circles of memory in a tiny palm
Age flips its wings
A change is commanded
Tapping feet and years wished floated away on a burbling stream of laughter
Hair grows and is carved in slits
Changing minds reach to the sky in hunger for the new
Until, ready, they leave the clouds shattered beneath them.
Grazed hearts heal without comfort’s bubble
hands-first, we embrace

Fingerprints engrave our minds, gifts from the others,
Until we may lay ourselves inside a dream’s mould,
They pile in thin layers.
Eyes crinkle
Hair shrinks
Children bloom like soft fireworks
Light dims
Sparks ignite as the sun watches and the moon ticks
Let them sail their own sea in a boat of paper
As you rest on the shore amongst the ceaseless breakers
Slow sighs wave as they pass you by

Stillness, ripples smoothed by the folds of your palm
Let love’s sentiment sing you to sleep
The heart’s ancient layers, gracefully crumble
Drift a second-
Sink below the surface,
Darkness’s final consumption
There is no noise
It is over. It has just begun.

Alfie Bolton

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by Jamie Peek

Amazing
Loving
Friendly
Independent
Elegant

Bold
Obtuse
Loyal
Terrific
Oblong
Naughty 😉

My Love of Food

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by anonymous

Food is great because it keeps me alive
I love Pringles; onions and chives,
Donuts are definitely the best
They totally rule the rest,
How can I live without sweet, sweet donuts
They definitely are my delicious bonus
Sadly people out there don’t get donuts
So help the world and that’ll be your bonus,
I also love awesome chicken nuggets
they make me want to have a whole bucket,
McDonalds do the best fries
but they can’t be better than five guys,
Pizza is also amazing, I extremely love bbq
It’s the best flavour; you should believe me; its true,
So that’s the end of my love for food
But don’t worry I’ll be back soon,
Don’t forget people starve too
so get involved and don’t make them feel blue.

Someone’s Future

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by Talia Parsons

unlimited survivor
air walker
car designer
USA traveller
cancer curer
money maker

Place for Pride

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by Harshita Das

The golden leaves of the maple tree
fell to the floor, one by one
until the ground was as gold as the setting sun
as far as the eye could see
then the Tulip teased and taunted
from beneath the barren bark
she pricked and prodded; with words sharp and stark
Mocked the ugly Maple; and her beauty she flaunted
as she stood with head held high
the only splash of color for miles around
and she failed to hear the damning sound
of flakes falling from the sky.
Then the Maple smiled, smug and wide
as the Tulip started to sink in snow
quivering when the wind started to blow
to no avail, she cried and cried
when birds began to chirp again
and the maple’s redhead grew
The haughty Tulip was noticed by few
and wilted and withered it will remain
by decree of the cold, cruel blizzard
which declared there to be no place for pride
in this World