Waiting for a message, waiting for a reply,
“I’m sorry Hazel,” I tap into my phone,
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
I wait for just a minute,
But seems like a day, because,
So far things are definitely
Not going my way.
It started yesterday afternoon,
Walking home from school,
I said my team in sports was better,
At the swimming pool.
Though, now I wish I hadn’t,
Because Hazel got mad,
She said, she used to be feeling good,
But now she’s feeling bad.
When I got home that day, I stared at
My laptop for an hour, but then as I was giving in
It ran out of power.
Waiting for a message, waiting for a reply,
“I’m sorry Hazel.” I type again,
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Poems
Reading is Not Bad!
This morning when I didn’t wake up an angel picked me up. The angel dropped me in a hole, but guess what? The angel turned me into a squirrel so I had to climb up the hole to go to school.
Then when I got to school I returned to normal. The teacher Mr Wurtz said that reading is bad but I didn’t think so, because I read a book and it was AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After school I had a private talk with Mr.Wurtz and I said reading is nice, try to read a book, so he did and … He LOVED it so much he said he loved reading.
Mr Wurtz said to read whenever you want from the library!! So everybody read!! Reading is the best thing in my life.
October in Paris
It was very dark in the tunnel
And I wish I could see the sea and fish swimming past.
The train was pretty noisy and very fast.
Purple line 4 to Saint Placide
and Green line 6 to Eiffel Tower.
There is a fence between the tracks
And some trains have an upstairs.
The French word for scooter is couchonette.
It sounds like a nice toy.
“Madame, descendez la couchonette!”
The guard shouted to us, (me the boy).
Room 517 was comfy and very beautiful.
Pumpkins and huge blue hydrangeas in Reception.
The bathroom is big enough for a giant.
Great for water play.
This was the best hotel ever.
I wish I could stay.
I saw him round the corner from Bik Hakeim Station.
He was thinner than I thought.
I was frightened when I thought of going right up to his top.
When I first looked from underneath I was so scared,
Oh, please don’t make me go up there.
So many sellers with gold and brown Eiffel souvenirs.
“Tomorrow” Mama said.
I could not decide if I would go to the top
Or stay down with Mama, as I lay down in my bed.
The day for Eiffel Tower – wower,
I picked a little blue flower.
He was super-tall, bigger than I thought.
He looked like the biggest thing in the world,
Which he was in the past.
His body felt pretty smooth and his legs were so vast.
I stood in long queues for lifts to get up there.
Pickpockets, beware.
I decided straightaway to go to the top
To see if I was higher than the other tall buildings
And if I could see all the way to Spain.
I drew pictures in the mist: of me, Mama, Daddy and Eiffel.
I was in the clouds but did not see any planes.
I was so amazed that there were steps going up
To another level, open and super tall.
The very top – hop off the edge
But if I did that I would fall.
Saturday at the Musee Rodin
I loved the Gates of Hell;
And the story my Mummy told me.
Why did people believe that if you don’t go to church
You would go to Hell?
The Shades with their long, long necks looking down,
Feeling sad before they fell.
There was a row of skulls and under them the Thinker.
Why were babies there as well?
I loved the statues in the buildings and the garden:
Adam, the Thinker and paintings by van Gogh.
I touched the bronze statues outside
Inside women shouted “Ne touchez pas!” – hands off!
I liked the gods – Mercury and Aphrodite.
The spiky pyramid trees in the garden
And giant sticks for a little fightie.
The Chocolate Museum was really cool
The chef had a chocolate scraping tool.
I ate 7 star chocolates that day
But did not get to take the last one on the chef’s plate
Before he tidied it away.
I imagined I would have 8 or 20
So I chose a hot chocolate drink
I stirred it and let it cool for 2 minutes
But could not finish it,
I’d had plenty.
I won a chocolate lolly for the activity sheet.
I bought a chocolate Eiffel toy I call “Cheifel”
And went happily into the street.
My favourite French word is “sortie”.
It reminds me of Sooty playing music in Littlehampton.
I came nearly 8 years ago but could not see out.
I hope I come back to Paris before I am 14 or about.
Autumn Hedgehog
It’s autumn and the leaves are brown
gold caramel
they’re all around.
The hedgehog is in
Its den waiting
For the little wren
It’s midnight
the time has begun
The hedgehog’s pattering
looking for fun
It’s time for the hedgehog
to hide away
I’ll see you on another day
My Daddy
My Daddy is happy
As happy as a bird
He does lots of things for me
And that is all I have heard.
My Daddy is funny
As funny as a bee
When he gets home from work
He always says, “I’m hungry.”
I love my Daddy
He always stands up for me
I will look after my Daddy
When he’s old and wrinkly!
Roses Are Red
Roses are red
Violets are blue
But roses or violets are not the best
It is you who is the best.
The Big Fat Cat
and the rest of the day
I will not let you go back
School is Boring
I hate school.
I do no homework.
My friends make me sad.
But Adam makes me happy.
He plays roblox with me.
We’re prankster gangster and everyone else is noobs.
LOL My friend Vihaan wants homework.
And no-one wants it.
So my name is Isaac.
I was born long ago
I am in P3.
And it is boring.
And a weird guy sits next to me.
Messages
“Wrong number’’, said a familiar voice.
I slammed down the receiver, my insides burning like hell.
No point trying. She wasn’t going to talk to me
So scooped up the remote from the grimy, vinyl floor
Clicked the green button
Same, old voices rambling like drunken baboons
“Anarchists are protested against, and I protest!’’
(Why did the subtitles have an Oxford comma?!)
“We are a constitutional monarchy, never absolute!’’
Voice babbles in vigour and pain
Wrong
Switching back and forth between each channel
Childish cartoons – ”Let’s go out and play!”
Dramatic soaps – “David, I hate you!”
I throw the remote. Turn the flipping thing off.
A faint squeaking noise across the hard, wooden floor
Wheels rotating all the way round
Jack. My differently-abled brother, I was learning to like
He was the only ruddy person I was ever nice to
Or appeared to be.
His hands rapidly moved, dexterous with sign language by now
“Whoa whoa, mate! Slow down with your signs!”, I said
Appearing to be cheerful.
I scanned the letters in my mind
“A..F.F…I..R…M..A..T.I..V….E”
Affirmative. That’s what he was saying
My mind flashed across the past
Snipers. Screaming. Crippled.
He still talked as if he was in the war
Oh, yes. Affirmative.
The answer to a simple question
“Do you want to come with me to Libby’s party?”
The answer: affirmative.
Meaning, Yes.