8 En3 writings from south(sea)side

In the style of Sylvia Plath’s Mushrooms

mbretc — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 15:58:31 +0000

Long, thin, a unique way of moving.
The predator and the highly feared.
Deadly, but not always silent,
Almost like a baby’s toy.

Not considered a friendly creature,
But can be favoured by some.
Always gets its way,
Always catches its prey.

No food is too large,
It will just have to make room.
For it is at the top of every food chain,
The hunter, but sometimes the hunted.

Under-estimated,
However seen as a threat.
Given no respect,
But also needs no respect.

Worn by all,
Sometimes the holder of money.
Sometimes stepped on,
Every second of every day.

Not considered an intelligent creature,
But this is not true, not true.
For its skills and experience,
Dominate the power of its brain.
To not fear this creature,
You must be insane.

Oliver Stoner 2009

Worka and play

mbretc — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 15:41:08 +0000

I have to sit and do my work,

I think I am going to go berserk!

The world around me feels so grey,

I must escape I need to play.

Because outside is snowy white,

All cold and sparkling, wash-day bright.

I sit here mouldering like a berk,

You sit there watching with a smirk,

Happy I’m missing a fun day,

In this never ending Monday.

They are having a snowball fight,

Dancing with Jack Frost’s chilly bite.

I’m sat here like some fancy clerk,

Trying to plough through all this murk.

I hear bells ringing, on a sleigh,

WAIT! I’m finished! I don’t have to stay!

Finally, I can go out and play…

Oliver Stoner 2009

Every Morning

mbretc — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 16:04:33 +0000

Every morning, every day,
We all meet in the hallway
Shoes on, hairbrush, coats on tight
gloves on, scarves on – look alright

nearly ready, time to go
dad says that we’re FAR too slow
gets his keys out, in the door
drops his wallet on the floor.
Dashes upstairs for the phone
Sister starts to moan and groan
Down again with a face like thunder
we are fighting, its no wonder
Dad seems to run around
Sister flops down on the ground
then she moans, Homework not done
dad mutters, oh what fun!
Finally, out in the rain
Tomorrow we do this all again

Leanna Vine

Poem

mbretc — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 16:05:22 +0000

A camera captures moments of life,

Precious memories printed in ink,

Every birth to the grim reaper’s scythe,

Each one connected by a silver link.

The camera’s lens can be feared by some,

While others want their image taken,

Some stand and wait for the flash to come,

Or picture the souls of the god-forsaken.

What an easy way to see yourself,

There is only one button to press,

From the poorest of people to immaculate wealth,

From modern day technology, I wouldn’t expect anything less.

Oliver Stoner 2009

Missing You

mbretc — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 09:18:00 +0000

Missing You

I’ve been living all alone

Trying to get you out of my life,

But after all this time,

I can’t help myself but miss you.

You’re once a dream that came true,

An illusion that turned into reality

But suddenly things turned differently,

The way they used to be

Until such time I have no choice but to let you free.

You’re the reason for my sleepless nights,

Because you keep staying on my mind,

I can’t help myself from crying

Because i’m missing you so much.

All the pain and sadness are bound inside my heart,

All the memories are still preservive on my mind,

I miss you so much, coz i can’t hide the fact,

That I nkam still in love with you.

My life will never be the same again,

Now that you’re gone,

I’ll be trapped in this loneliness forever,

Unless a boy like you will bloom into my life again.

I thought this was a letter i would never…

Never ever have to write,

I hoped my tongue was something i could bite.

I’ve realized it’s just something i can’t do,

Here are some of my feelings, just a few.

First i’m still so in love with you, after all this time, You told me the same, then left me…

What a crime.

Time has passed, everyday your on my mind

Your love is with someone else now…

What a bind.

I,m so jealous, she’s the luckiest girl alive,

I can’t do this friend thing anymore so off I go,

The pain of losing you is fresh on my brain,

Even after nearly two years, everyday my heart feels the pain.

Will we ever be together again, I say as I sob and mope, as everyday passes,

I lose a little more hope,

I will always love you Dan, hold these words true.

Don’t hate me for this please, this is what pain is making me do.

My heart is broken into pieces.

Do i still have a place in your heart???

xxx

Beckii

xxx

Untitled – adverbs

mbretc — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 17:16:54 +0000

Sleepily the children lay down their heads,
Wishfully thinking they were back in their beds
Slowly the teacher droned on and on
Foolishly not noticing the kids minds had gone.

Often the words ‘base 10′ came up
Neatly inserted between sips of the man’s cup
Eventually the teacher realised no-one was listening
And picked on the person who was quietly whistling.

“You boy! What am I talking about?”
When no answer came back the boy was sent out.
“Now class you had better pay attention
Otherwise you all will end up in detention!”
Ryan Flack

War

mbretc — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 17:11:18 +0000

War is present
War is past
War is coming way too fast

War is suffering
War is worldwide
War is taking a country’s side

War is heartless
War is spite
War is always having to fight

War is hard
War is bold
War is living in the cold

War is hnger
War is poor
War is sleeping on the floor

War is tears
War is crying
War is innocent children dying

War is pain
War is death
War is taking your last breath

Natasha P.

Untitled

mbretc — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 17:06:41 +0000

Over the horizon, a wisp of smoke rose,
It twisted and turned, like a demented hose.
Ever so quickly, it changed its shape
Spreading out, to resemble a grape.
Then it compressed, became long and thin
Almost triangular, like a shark’s fin.
It contracted and expanded,
But never once landed.
Another smaller cloud swooped over,
Vaguely resembling a four leafed clover.
The two clouds merged together
And almost floated, quite like a feather.
All of a sudden, it swoops down low
And seems to have found a place to go.
Now here is a test,
What has come to rest.

Ryan Flack

The bride

mbretc — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 16:59:00 +0000

Slowly the bride walked down the aisle,

Fondly the groom started to smile,

Shyly the bridesmaid walked and walked,

Loudly the people started to talk,

Eagerly they said “I do, I do”

Emily and Tasha
(Using adverbs)

Guest post – 2 poems by Chris Clarke

mbretc — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 07:49:37 +0000

Coincidence

Small child,
standing tall,
still,by a brick wall,
no care at all,

a lorry,
filled with ice,
pulls up,
next to the wall,
the child standing tall,
an arm hanging over a window,
a man looks down at the child,
the child watching a red bus – oblivious,

after craning his neck,
the man, with a faint sigh,
gives the door,
a gentle push and jumps,
from the lorry,
walking, away from the vehicle,
faster, jogging,
faster,
faster,
faster,
running,
from the road,
through the sight of the child,

a siren humming,
singing, passing,

the child watches,
as the bus leaves the stop,
he looks to the ground,
at an ant,

a siren humming, singing, stopping,
the arm,
joined to another wearing a black helmet,
passes the child and disappears behind the wall.

What can be bought?

What would i like for my birthday,
what could my family give me,
what should i do for my birthday,
how can i see?

From my parents I would like,
books board games a bike,
From my brother alike,
a dog a computer and a ball
What should i get myself

why should they give me a present,
what do gifts bring,

what would i have liked for my birthday

From my mother, a chance to,
talk about her unhappiness

From my father, a chance to,
help him with the garden

From my brother, i would like,
a chance to… to play in the garden, watch over my friends.

Do i want a present for my birthday?
Yes.