poetry

a single
word
might be
poetry
if spoken
correctly

(Anon - the first via our anonymous poet email, thank you whoever you are).

A parent’s (sh*t) Parents’ Problem

I don’t know if

I could write like a teenager

Even a foreign one

Seeking English Faceybook Friends

To help with their English homework and studying.

I thought LOL

Was 'lots of love'

And when I texted my daughter (sh*t) son

To say the hamster had died

I discovered that it meant

Laugh out loud

And she (sh*t) he wasn’t very happy.

But the question is this

Do I join Faceybook and

Send them a friends request

As her (sh*t) his actual mum

(Sh*t)... or dad?

Or do I borrow

A photo of someone

Around my child’s

(Sh*t) ... children’s

Age and find out what

She (sh*t) he (sh*t) they

Really think

And find out what’s

Going down?

Maybe, when some of you are older

Then you’ll understand.

(A, Parent wisely wanting to stay anonymous. Apologies if the bad language offends, it seemed in keeping with the trials and frustrations of being a parent in the Internet-Age).

Friday

Fridays
Feel like
A fantastic Chinese meal
Like a computer is coming to find me
The shops all have massive sales on
Like Messi is my brother.
Fridays have
The taste of
Paradise and Chocolate cake
Mc Donalds and biscuits.
I feel relaxed, happy and ready for action
(but also aware that Monday is coming).

(An Intensive English class poem, Edwin, Andy, Abu and Imam. Thank you guys. What does Friday mean to you? Can you taste it, see it, feel it etc?)

Politician Offers Perspective Shock

Winston Churchill

Said

"If

You are going through Hell

KEEP GOING"

I had never thought about

There being something better beyond it.

(Anon... Thank you... I wonder whether this is someone from the history department getting in on the act... Speaking of act(s)ing... we can accept short video poems too!)

As a Young Boy Treks

(Brilliant!! Thank you Jacob. I love that last line. 

Thought of the day: what are your favourite last lines of poetry?)

Snowdrops

The snowdrops hang their heads and weep

Tears of glass on the barren earth beneath

Backs breaking under the burden

Of our shattered dreams

They stumble onward through unforgiving misery

Now huddled together

Backs turned to the whipping rain

They strive to protect the lukewarm

Brazier of hope

Which gutters dismally at their feet

Brave sentinels of Spring

These fragile transient blooms whisper of new life

A pinprick of light in death

And life does go on

Transient and fragile as a snowdrop

(Anon. Thank you, whoever you are. A really really touching poem that needs to be shared and read by others! (And one that keeps giving more the more you read it - like those truly great poems). It sprung instantly to mind when I saw this year's first snowdrop... I wonder what significance snowdrops hold for others?)

Update and an apology

Sorry for the lack of poems before the half-term break. Let's just put it down to 'broadband issues'.

The poems shall begin again tomorrow. As ever, I'd welcome new submissions, and as a way of protecting your anonymity I have set up a gmail account from which anyone can email from:

sibfordanonymouspoet@gmail.com       password: iamapoet (please don't change this)

The blog is what we make of it, please participate... (you know you want to)

bonsai

I

Killed my

Brother’s bonsai tree

That he’d left in

My care – I bought a

Special lamp and some food to

Try and revive it – I sang to

It as well. I suppose I’ll have to

Go back to the garden centre again and see

If they have something similar I could buy and repot

(In the other one’s stone bowl) – but I might leave it

Until it’s closer to the day we expect him to return. I’m

Hoping my other brother doesn’t have the same problem with the cat.

(Some Wednesday escapism... or a moral dilemma?... Keep those poems coming in!)

Wintertime Poem

(By Scarlett Fowler... Thank you so much Scarlett... this is definitely one of those poems to be read aloud; the way the words go with the rhythm to make winter feel so full of life and living... Perhaps we should accept some audio poems too?... I think the blog will allow an mp3 or a video, so if you're feeling really inspired...)

A Snowy Day

Snow is falling to the ground

Piling up in enormous mounds

School is cancelled for the day

Children run outside to play

 

Snowballs are thrown in the air

No-one has any care

About school – only fun

Because the day is a snowy one

 

Snowmen are stacked very high

Their top hats almost skim the sky

To make them round they must pat

Then finish off with mittens and hat

 

As weather gets cold

The children are told

To come inside and eat

Hot chocolate with a couple of treats

 

Once the children are done

They put on their gear for more fun

Some of them play around

While others just lie on the ground

 

Another kid makes snow angels

Until the dog named Bojangles

Ran through his masterpiece

But then the owner yelled ‘cease’

 

After Bojangles

Ruined all the snow angels

The kids skid down the hill

‘Til they were bitten by a chill

 

Almost over is the day

The children start to walk away

As snow falls, so does the sun

Time to go in, the day is done

(Tilly. - Thank you so much Tilly. Here the snow isn't static, it allows so much life to happen (until it's dark) - who needs Youtube? ... It seems the snow has provided quite a lot of inspiration in the junior school... in poetry as well as sculptures).