The Hot Air Balloon of Thoughts
It collects my thoughts and floats up with them,
You could say it is like a dream-catcher
But it’s much more like a thought-catcher,
It carries my thoughts up into the clouds
As I promptly forget them,
Only to throw the thought bundles down to me again
When I need to remember them,
In ways, my thoughts are like little hot air balloons themselves,
Burning with inspiration, carried by the breeze,
Easily swayed and changed in the wind,
It’s like a whirlwind blowing thoughts around my head
At an incredible pace,
Darting in and out of every crack and cranny,
Swiping my thoughts away
Only for them to be found again another day.
By Charity Culley |
Year 6 leaving
It’s like a body being cut sharply by a sword,
So that the two sides lay separate, life sucked out of them.
We won’t be a whole any more, our community, our close friends.
We’ll be cut off, no longer together.
It’s like a war, where families and friends get split up. It’s like the gaping hole in a solid wall.
The warm laughter that drifts round me at a joke will grow softer, quieter, with less numbers.
As we sit there only half, not a whole.
The happiness will only be a barren happiness-not completely full.
They’ll only be half the smiling faces as there was before, and not all of them happy.
Slowly in time, we won’t even recognise them. The thought I dread. They’ll probably, in time forget us.
Everything will be half not whole.
We were two sides of the same coin but only one side will remain, and it will be sad.
Just 15 as they walk out of that door, and the tree of happiness we had grown together will fall.
The leaves that sprouted from it will die. The buds will never open.
It’s a change I do not want to make.
I deeply wish we could go back to that reception year, so that sword cut will be a long time to come.
But I know I cannot, because it is written that we may not and cannot stay together, for we are growing older.
It is forever biting at me - those friends that were so dear to me are leaving.
We as a community were a pie, and now after cooling down slices are being taken out, that will never be replaced.
I cannot bear it.
By Anna Zuurmond |
Guinea Pig Jockey
I’ve longed to be the world’s first guinea pig jockey.
Trouble is, how can a 3 foot tall chap ride a 10 centimetre tall guinea pig?
And let’s just say, Fuzzy didn’t say much to me anymore after his first training run.
I’ve searched across the world to find the kind of 2 foot, reinforced
Standard guinea pig I needed.
I went to London Zoo and saw a capybara, mega mammal or:
Massive guinea pig imitator extraordinaire!
But the zoo keeper told me, with eyes all annoyed, that
Capybara are carriers of deadly typhoid.
I contemplated a stagecoach, 50 pigs to a truck,
But they didn’t seem bothered. Why, just my luck!
While the carriage was stopped I didn’t give up.
I decided my fate over a can of 7-UP.
I’d grow my guinea massive – the size of a car –
And I’d make a dwarf of that capybara!
So the following day, Piggy got a double ration
For my master plan to be put into action
He grew and he grew, only not by my standard,
For guinea pig only grew outward, not upward!
His belches were very soon complained of by my neighbours
And apologising was just all too much like hard labour.
In the end he simply refused to eat more, and
Soon he was just average size on the floor.
As I put him back I knew this just wasn’t for me,
Instead I did wrestling, with a fat chimpanzee.
Barnaby |
Meteor Mermaid
You know those stories about mermaids
Wavy hair, shocking tails, fancy accessories.
O know their only stories
Only books and T.V.
But I’m sure I saw a mermaid
Though it didn’t have a pretty face,
It was on fire,
And zooming down from space.
It must be a meteor mermaid;
But what an absurd thing.
It can’t be, I thought
Mermaids swim and pose and sing.
Mermaids don’t zoom down from space
Like a falling star.
But then I thought
How did it come this far?
Stop being silly, I though,
But I still went to investigate
And out in the field
There was an unusual huge crate.
I peered inside, my eyes bulging.
It was true, from fire to scale
There was a meteor mermaid
Waving her slimy tail.
Izzy |
Trainers Made of Putty
They’re better than converse, sandals or high heels.
My trainers made of putty – perfect fit, perfect feel.
They never have to be washed,
And can be made to match whatever I wear.
And if, by some chance, they break or get lost,
I can just make another pair.
Since I made them yesterday, they’ve gone down quite a treat.
They’re comfortable and cosy, and mould to fit my feet.
Remarkably cheap to make – you hardly have to spend,
And though my friends laugh, they’ll all be queuing for a pair,
When these trainers are the next fashion trend.
Jessica |
A Group of Bullies
A group so cruel to people passing by.
They are hunting for their prey, in this case that lad that they could destroy and leave him sobbing all alone.
A group so cruel to people passing by.
Down the alley way they hide,
Wearing black baggy trousers with pockets like black hollow holes.
A dark red blood curdling top saying "Die, Die, Die."
Hiding behind graffiti that they had sprayed a couple of weeks before. Ready to leap out and capture that boy.
That scared to death boy.
A group so cruel to people passing by.
They never get caught nor even told-off, no one would dare to tell of them. Just leave them alone, don't make eye contact don't dare to meet eye to eye.
Do yourself a favour...
Stay away
OR ELSE!!!!
Hannah |
I’d rather...
I’d rather be doing anything today than be going to school –
I'd rather tumble over Niagara Falls in a barrel
Or be riding a bus full of places to go.
I'd rather bungee jump off of Big Ben
Or get squashed in a suitcase and get sent all over the world.
I'd rather jump from an aeroplane into the clouds below
Or get sent in the mail to the North Pole.
I'd rather run through hot burning fire
Or learn to swallow sharp swords while juggling dynamite!
I'd rather babysit next door’s pet piranha
Or unicycle with my eyes closed.
I'd rather be pushed down the hill into a river
Or drown in Antarctica!
I'd rather run down the road naked
Or wrestle a wild lion in a cage.
I'd rather eat fifty slugs
Or kiss a blue octopus.
I'd rather try to tame a whale to do the tango.
Or swim fifty lengths of the English Channel – with no breaks in the middle!
I'd rather get abducted by angry bug-eyed aliens
Or hang upside down in the U-bend...
Yes I'd rather be doing anything today but going to school,
Because school’s just not cool enough for me!
Collective Poem from the Able Writers at Sir John Lillie Primary School, 2009. |
Steel Eye
I was the best cowboy of the Wild West –
I could throw a lasso and shoot the best.
I thought I’d be doing it ‘til the day I died
Until, in a fight, I lost my eye.
I set out for a replacement after
Through every street I walked there was laughter,
But not with me, but at me instead.
My patience grew thin and my friendships dead.
I searched and I searched for an eye that was new
And my search was rewarded too!
For next to a farm in a pile of rye
I found myself a new steel eye.
I became the terror of the Wild West
Me and the eye, we were the best!
But before when people treated me like a mate
Now I was greeted only with hate.
One day, in another fight I was brought down
And from my head was taken my crown.
But still, even now, I survive
For away from the scene rolled the steel eye!
Simmy Wahnon
HJPS |
Barry and His Headteacher by ŠŠ
Barry went home to his Mum and said...
(Barry's Head telephoned his wife and said...)
I can't do anything right at school,
(I can't stand another day at this school,)
The teacher told me off and when I asked why,
(This lad called Barry is driving us wild.)
He sent me to the head who sat me down,
(I had him in my office all afternoon.)
and made me do nothing till the others went home.
(It was such a relief when I could let him go.)
What's Magnificent About a Monkey by Lucy
What's magnificent about a monkey is
How it swings from different trees
What's happy about a hamster is
Its cute and tiny knees
What's cracking about a cat is
It's gorgeous and it's furry
What's brill about a bull is
The way it deals with fury
What's excellent about an elephant is
Its big and flappy ears
What's cool about a camel is
It's been around for years |
 The Fire Spirit by Harley
The spirit of fire is a burning colossus
making scorched footprints wherever he goes.
His hair is a mass of coiling, writhing fire worms
snapping and biting at everything.
His eyes are just holes in his orange face
staring at everything with keen interest.
His mouth is a cavernous tomb
lined with razor sharp teeth.
His breath can melt steel,
making an inferno of flames appear and disappear,
reducing everything to embers and ashes.
The torso of the fire spirit is a man's down to the waist
but the rest is flames
making the air shimmer around him.
He floats as quick as light, touching things as he goes.
He causes forest fires and building fires,
punishing the gods for trapping him in fire. |
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