Friends are always there for you
They will always care for you
Even when times are tough
Even when times are rough
Your friends will keep your secret
And they will know your secret
They’re your friends
And friendship never ends
Poems
Pens?
Pens come in different colours, shapes and sizes,
They are unique in their own way.
Some never take a break and they write, write, write.
Some are neglected by their owners so they fight, fight, fight.
Too much pressure on a pen makes it stop one day,
Everyone knows that but they never have a spare
A spare to replace the one that passed away.
The ink in a pen flows into the paper:
It ends up making a story.
Each pen has its own story
But are stories ever perfect?
When I Was Younger
When I was younger I would play in the sand
When I was younger I would pretended to make a band
When I was younger I would have a tea party
When I was younger I would have unicorn birthday party
Now that I’m older I don’t like tea parties
All I want to do is party all night
Just because I’m older
Doesn’t make me not have a bad childhood
Christmas Spirit
Santa Claus climbs down the chimney
The children sleep with joy
Santa Claus is climbing down in North-East Sydney
The children wake up in the morning to see their new toy!
Life is Good
Life is good no matter what
Though challenges come our way
We face them with love and courage
Waiting for the new day
Through the storms and rain
We learn to dance in the sun
For every trial we face
Will only make us strong
Life is good no matter what
For every moment is a gift
A chance to live and love
To find true happiness
So let us cherish each day
And live it to the fullest
Life is good no matter what
And let us make the most of it.
Players of Football
One day, we will play as a team
And will play as 4-3-2-1 Or 5-3-2 and 4-3-3
Football is the sport, that we all love
Teams always play even if it’s day after day, night after night
I’m right!
People love the sport as it was thought
You can find players anywhere
You can get signatures from players of the magnificent sport
“Players of football!”
“Yeah!”
Truth of WW1
War: the hidden truth
War: enlist or lose your youth
Join the game, the posters say, decorating the poles and the tall glass panes
Attracting the pure souls wanting to do good
But all they got was terror and distress under their hood.
The posters enclosing the brownness of the trees
Balancing on the edge of branches promoting countries.
Pressuring the men to be “manly” and fight
However it wasn’t a choice, nor a discussion
Enrol now and increase the chance of being gifted a concussion.
They were once lively young boys running about,
Their curious eyes full with innocence and colour.
Deciding to hide their report cards from their mother.
Now their eyes are weak with fatigue
Bent double like beggars under sacks
Deliberating when the madness would terminate.
BANG! Another gas attack
BOOM! An air rifle strikes an empty car
This all sounds worse than my wife’s guitar.
Soldiers fleeing left and right, trying to put on a gas mask just in time
Floundering violently is the slowest one,
He couldn’t adjust his clumsy mask which was undone.
Plunging at his friend, he started to drown.
Looking down at him turned my stomach upside down.
All I could think of is seeing my son again
My broken heart turns more dark,
As I am thinking of all the times I told him the story of Noah’s Ark.
War: what an enjoyable experience!
War: weren’t it the propaganda that lead the men down the wrong path?
Suffering from shell shock
The rebounding of trauma in your cerebrum.
Haunting you for life
The penalty of not being able to experience this awesome thing is a knife.
The men if lucky go back home, but for whenever they heard a loud sound all of the wounds they endured became disclosed.
Maybe if the government decided to tell the truth and expose
The men would’ve had a choice, but instead they had to withstand the horrors of the endless prolonging of the game.
As the ignorant, scared liars sat all day, not ashamed of all the men they framed.
School Life
At school,
We eat fish and chips
and nuggets and beans.
We play and pretend
to be horses that neigh.