Thursday, 11 August 2016

Poetry, Storms

Poetry Writing:
We have been writing poems: about storms, about what happens when we are sleeping, about what the city does in the middle of the night and we have been writing poems for Peace Week.  We have been writing some crazy songs too but we will share some of those later.
Land, Planet, Psd-File, Sky, ...
We used a William Blake poem about caring for each other and caring for our World as a model.

Long Live

                               Long live our unextinguished zest
                                     Long live our forever love
                                   Long live our love for animals
                                     Long live the scarce green.

                            Long live what little freedom we have
                                  Long live the buzzing bees
                                       The colorful flowers
                                     Long live the coral reef.

                                    Long live the white rhinos
                                   Long live our brown  world
                               Long live our undented courage
                                 Long live our beautiful world.

                            Long live the freedom women have
                                   Long live the compassion
                     that has led us to both destruction and victory
                               Long live our love for learning.

                                       Long live our hope
                              Long live the good in people
                                Long live the kelp forest
                          Long live our precious rainforest


                                  Let our passion wonder
                         Let the unreasonable fighting stop
                           Let us thrive in green and blue
                                   Long live the peace.
                                      Long live us!                                      By Danielle

                              What Happens When We Are Sleeping             
                         The basilisk roams around in the middle of the night 
When you are sleeping sneaking through streets
                            Snatching, eating, gobbling, slithering, he whispers
                            In Parseltongue   kill      kill       kill      KILL

                              Cats meow, dogs bark, wind flows, rain flys
                             Trees drip, noone sees the monsters
                              Roaming feet thudding houses crushing
                               Water rising, trees falling, ground ripping

                                People growing, ideas flowing, time spinning
                                Coming going in and out, blackness falling over
                                Mountains growing, trucks towing, rivers
                                 Flowing things roaming.   By Flynn

Storm by Dani
Grumble rumble, treacherous churning
Raging howling thundering funnel
Clouds coiling, pots boiling
Wind smashing, trees clashing

Dark sky darkening, inside apple pie
Krackle crash smash bash, kersplash
Hail piling up outside
No one dares no one tries

Pitch black, then lightning crack
Thump whump plop throup
Rain stain, what a shame
Krackle bash bang

Clouds munching, sticks crunching
A black monster, a white fright
Which is day, what is night?
Scary fork, stabbing light

Curled up, book in hand
Wind blowing, heater going
Tv on, all together
Disaster strikes, what a night

Last night I saw the City…..

Last night I saw the city thinking,
couriers zipping along, like nerve signals,
boats drifting like ideas,
Tiny thoughts in the harbour of the city’s mind.
                                                                             by Ben

What Happens When We Are Trying Sleep…..

The leaves scatter from the wind
As cars hurry past your house
The trees sway, the sounds
Get deeper into your mind.

You struggle to get to sleep
You wonder what it’s like
On the other side of the world?
Were the murderers creep

                                                      Were the devils speak
And the monster peek into the
                                                                 by Haare

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