PRAISE POETRY
Our teens writers are such talented young people who are in deserve of praise. We have youngsters who have been with us since they were 7 (and are now 14) and some who are new, but each new addition to our teens group makes the group better and better as they all learn from each other and share in the love of writing. They make me laugh each session and make the world a better place to be in. Here is some of their poetry.
Helena Steel
Rising and Falling by Oma Umo-Chinda
The dusk goes
With the last glimpse of moon
Before the morning begins
And I savour my last glimpse of night
Until the sun arrives
The day goes by
Yet again the same routine
And I watch the birds perch
On the church outside the window
And smile at them as they swoop down again
I come to the end
Of piles and piles of paper
Of broken lead and pencil shavings
And the ink left on my hands
After 6 hours of bored sketches
The world wanders by
The stations called out every other minute
I lay back on the worn blue train seat
That has housed the memories
Of hundreds of people past
I come out feeling cleansed
No longer burdened by regulation school blazers
But in the warm embrace
Of my bed clothes
And the evening has come again
The sun slowly fades
And with it the stress of the day
The moon a better replacement
Than the brightness of the daylight
With the night comes a calm darkness
The house silences over time
By 1 the TV is resting
And so will I soon
But I want to stay awake
Just to savour the rest of today
Because tomorrow is a new song
And I will sing its glory too
To the rain
To the hills
And to the city
And the school day is over
Just to start again tomorrow
Praise for books and imaginations By Marcie Mott
An unmoving block,
Of paper and ink,
A boat still in the dock,
Down with it you sink.
Humans with imagination unseeing,
Don’t feel the joy of a world so freeing.
Humans with no will to read,
Don’t see the world bloom from a tiny seed.
But people with imagination true,
Felt the books to be a rescue,
Through pages and chapters and words a many,
And laughed, since they felt joy instead of feeling empty.
With books in front,
Happiness is not hard to hunt,
As a vivid scene played in their head,
As if from a cinema as they read.
Praise life for books and imaginations true,
And how our minds are given a massive virtue,
How books take us, save us from the real world,
And how our imagination swirls and hurls,
Praise life for books and imaginations true,
And how without them our lives would be so blue.
Praise for you by Isabel Dempseypraise your eyesfrom which you seepraise your legsthey carry you anywherelet them be freepraise your stomachin all its glorypraise your birthmarksthey’re yoursthey tell a storypraise your armstheir strength and beautypraise your brainthat holds all of your knowledgewho cares if your moodypraise your bodyyour vessel, your homeit’s yours to keepto care for, to treatdon’t kick it around like an old garden gnome
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