Poems

The paper planes fly over you,
A swish as a note flies over your head,
Whispering to one another,
‘I don’t get it, do you?’ they said.

All these things you hear
as you take a stab at the challenge,
but you’re the only one.

One mumbles to another,
And then they ask the teacher,
One boy says he has an idea,
Then a friend asks to feature.

All these things you hear
as you bury your head in your hands,
willing it to be silent.

Finally people start to settle,
Still fidgeting, but better,
Murmurs from other classes,
Sure don’t help when you’re trying to write a newsletter!

All these things you hear
as you start to finish up,
the room is finally quiet.

An open book, a new world,
A new perspective, beyond my eyes unfurled.

An atmosphere of fear and terror,
A story of hate and dispair,
The planes, they fly over; the pathway of destruction,
As they are lured to death’s own lair.

On the outside there’s joyfulness,
But on the inside there’s fear,
We know you tremble like many others,
But please start wrong my dear.

They call you: “Is daddy back?”
And you’ll gulp and wipe your tears,
You really want to tell them,
But you’re scared it’ll haunt their dreams.

A closed book, a lesson learnt,
It’ll change you as a person, make you realise the hurt.

Who said I had to have one word,
Not two or three or five?

These words that I have chosen,
Just make me wanna jive!

There’s kurfuffle and kerplunk,
Apricot and dunk.

And then there’s doala?
Okay, I made that up!

I need a word to replace doala,
It sounds a bit like koala?

But no… I want something else,
Ooh! I know… BANANA!

The planes are flying,
The guns are shooting,
Conflict is roaring,
And air raids are hooting.

A dangerous world,
Is ours to hold,
Some day for peace,
But others won’t be told.

We need to remember,
Those who gave their lives,
To give them our thank yous,
Because peace was the prize.

All across the land,
Time stood lifeless,
All for that one man,
He stood alone.

Alone, he was on the bench,
Planning his next escape,
This man was a criminal,
He was being chased.

Charges? He had many,
Plenty held against him,
He’s a mastermind – don’t be tricked,
DANGER! Don’t go closer.

All across the land,
Time stood lifeless,
All for that one man,
But someone came to join him…

When the air is right,
And the screams are ringing,
The rip will create,
Onto the crate you’ll be clinging.

On that rollercoaster there,
You’ll be in for a scare,
You’ll be doing far away,
I’ve warned you: “Beware”.

That rip is a portal,
To a parallel world,
Once you have entered,
Your terrors unfurled.

Isolation from joy,
Just sadness and fear,
A desolate land,
No-one is here.

Dark and mysterious,
Hung in the sky,
Beautiful and calming,
Just passing by.

Revealing its presence,
With a radiant light,
Showing its beautiful
And calming sight.

Coral, pink and porcelain,
Sculpted with precision,
Once a swan is shimmering waters,
In a loving position.

Over aching years,
Turning into porcelain,
Limb by limb a glistening shine,
Not seen by passing men.

Cradled by past relations,
Passing down the line,
Travelling through the nations,
Soon to become mine.

Boom, Bang, Boom, Bang,
The bullets pierced the night,
Boom, Bang, Boom, Bang,
We tried to stay out of their sight.

Boom, Bang, Boom, Bang,
The gunfire went a clicker-clack,
Boom, Bang, Boom, Bang,
We went and fired back,

Boom, Bang, Boom, Bang
We kept going though our hearts were sore,
Boom, Bang, Boom, Bang,
What were we fighting for?