Poems

We need to get the washing done
So start to run
Our guests will be coming
They’re going to be sat here grunting
Bring your mates
Tell them to bring crates
We need to get the washing done
We’ve still got a ton
We’re at the party
I’m doing karati
But we need to get the washing done

The thing about a secret is that…

You share the secret with your friend secretly
In a secret place which means that you now have two
More secrets, one being the secret place
And the other being the secret
But maybe when you told this secret
In this secret place of yours
The person you told it to was your secret friend

This isn’t exactly a poem, but maybe it’s a secret poem
A poem of secrecy
Shhh
Don’t tell anyone about this secret poem that I have just secretly told you on this secret part of the website

Christmas is…
A lovely feeling.
The world is white like the
north pole and south pole.
It tastes like frozen ice.
It feels like a family adventure.
It smells like chestnuts.

Christmas is
for happy living.
The world is white
like a snow flake.
It tastes like
grandmother’s chocolate.
It feels like
a fuzzy pyjama.
It smells like
a fireplace.
Christmas is in town.

It’s furry
It’s sweet
It’s cute
It eats carrots and grass
It’s white
It’s graceful
It’s adored by almost every girl
It’s the best and most sweetest animal I can think of

Mysteries, lies,
whispers and rumours.
These are the bad.

Love, truth, freedom
and encouragement.
These are the good.

Most creativeness, washed away
by the unrelenting cruelness of reality.
Re-sparked by good schools
and encouraging people.
That is what life seems to revolve around.

The gentle breeze makes the flags fly from above
and the sunrise sky that I love
Plants will wake up
and grow up with glee
as also will the dancing tree
Quiet cars go along the road
and in the pond, frogs croak to toads
This is a beautiful day that I would bet
That this is the day I shall never forget