Some budding Poets...

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  1. Marja

    Marja Honestly, I'm not a bot!!

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    try their hand at poetry for animals, with remarkable, witty and downright silly poems.


    by Kate age 11

    have a cat called Hector
    Who we rescued from the street
    He tends to sneeze quite a bit
    And his breath smells of cheesy feet


    Fish by Matthew (aged 10)

    I am a fish,
    People want to eat me in a dish
    I have fins to help me swim
    People want to kill me limb from limb,
    I have little bones
    Sometimes I scratch my back along stones
    I swim peacefully across the sea
    I don't want to be anyone's tea!



    Animals by Nicole (aged 10)

    Animals are sweet and soft
    Animals are a comfy loft
    Animals have feelings of their own
    Animals have their own tone

    When you are nice they will like you
    But don't get tricked they will sike you
    Get used to animals, they are nice
    Don't get too close they might have lice



    Imaginary Animal by Devon (aged 11)

    I'm making up a 'maginary animal.
    It's got:
    Head of a lion
    Feet of a dragon
    Body of a flying squirrel
    Ears of a koala
    Rear end of a snake
    And tail of a bird.
    I'll call it:
    Dragonqueenbuttlessroaringbirdbrainfireyfuzzear



    The Cat by Kate (aged 11)

    There once was a cat from Hong Kong
    Who went around with a pong!
    Then one day a man
    With a rather large fan
    Blew away that cat from Hong Kong!



    Pigs by Amy Cooper (aged :cool:

    Pigs are plump
    Rough pigs
    Tough pigs
    Pigs can be called Percy
    Pigs can be pretty
    Pigs in their mud baths
    Nine days old.
    Pigs can be skinny
    Pigs have meat
    Pigs are PORK CHOPS!
    But the only thing
    That we love is
    Pigs!
    Pigs!
    Pigs!
     

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    Marja Honestly, I'm not a bot!!

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    Can't resist a couple more!

    I agree with this one - 100%! You will see why!:D

    Ball of Fur by Lisa Burge (aged 13)

    A tiny fuzzy ball of fur
    the family thinks the world of her
    she goes racing down the hall
    and bounces like a rubber ball

    I've vowed to get rid of her
    when she scratches on the furniture
    but then she'll come and nuzzle me
    when I'm sitting down to watch TV

    And the anger is all put to rest
    when she comes to lie upon my chest
    and starts to purr her kitten song
    as if she's done nothing wrong

    No matter just how hard I've tried
    I'm afraid that I've been kittyfied.

    (Me too- I am afraid!!:))


    My Dog by Kristin Y. (aged 11)

    My dog ran into a wall,
    We think
    Her face is flat. She's kinda fat
    And no one can see her nose
    Her name is Chloe
    She's the runt
    But the cutest of all
    Cause she's My dog...
    The one that ran into a wall.

    A Struggle of a Cat by Tracy Brinks (aged 13)

    Cats are lazy and sleep all day
    In the shade or in the sun.
    But when they wake they want to play
    With almost everyone.

    Sometimes they clean their fur
    With their rough little tongue.
    But the problem is what will occur
    When the cleaning session is done.

    They cough and spit up a hairball
    Which is not quite easily done.
    They drive themselves up the wall
    For it is not much fun.

    You see, the cat has quite a fight
    Because of their own choice.
    So upon them I shine the light
    And if they had a voice

    They might say that we have it good
    For we don't have to cough up a hairball
    And maybe we would have understood
    The struggle with a cat's hairball.
     

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    ;) Thanks Marja: These are great, by the way your art work ain't to shabby either.

    Thanks
    Wildman
    :-* :cool:
     
  4. Marja

    Marja Honestly, I'm not a bot!!

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    Thanks! The last one is mine, the first one is a tag Rita gave me!

    Guess everyone sees Poetry and gets scared off!! LOL!

    Thanks for sticking in there with me, Wildman! :D
     
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    Marja
    you did a great job on your tag :)
     
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    :cool: I think you can kind of tell from the other thread that the Wildman enjoys the poetry. Shouldn't be scared of it, some very wise things are stated in the words of poetry. Glad to see that I am not alone in this assumption.

    Thanks
    Wildman
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  7. Jimbob1989

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    Where did these poems come from?

    Jimbob
     
  8. Marja

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    See now you have encouraged me, so......:D

    The Cat Lovers' Poem by Sara Ness (aged 13)

    When the world was new
    And the lava was hot
    And good was good
    And bad was not
    God created the earth
    And all things thereon
    The seas, and the land
    And the humans, his pawn.
    He created the fish
    And the birds and the sky
    And as the seven days passed on by
    He created the greatest thing of all -
    The cat, from whom all the greatest pets call.
    When he was done, he was tired and sore
    He'd done quite a lot, but he still needed more.
    So as the very last thing, before he went to bed,
    He created the dog, and laid down his head.
    But the dog was unfinished, so docile and tame -
    For God was quite tired. He'd forgotten the brain.

    What a future this child who wrote the above peom has! Very smart too! LOL! J/K DOG!!

    My Pets by Kristin Y. (aged 11)

    I've got…
    1 cat
    2 dogs
    3 fish
    4 snakes
    5 worms
    6 chickens
    7 hogs
    8 cows
    9 sharks
    10 birds
    11 words...
    (I love them all
    but why won't they all behave?)
    12 ant eaters
    13 horses
    14 mice
    15 rats
    16 frogs
    17 toads
    (I love them all
    but why won't they all behave?)
    A future pet psychologist??


    The Photograph by Ria Halder (aged 11)

    Yesterday I saw a photograph.
    The photograph showed a Giraffe.
    The Giraffe was signing an auto-
    Graph. For a baby calf. The Giraffe
    Was blue, with a little bit of
    Yellow. And the funny thing was,
    He was playing a cello!
    He was a funny fellow! It was
    Surprising, because a Giraffe is
    Supposed to be tall. But this one
    Was small, about the size of a foot-
    Ball. His shoes were shaped like
    Canoes! And on his nose he had a
    Big bruise. He had a smile about
    The size of a mile! Oh, what a style!!

    The kid that wrote it has style!

    My Cat by Amy Lambert (aged 10)

    My cat
    got fatter
    and fatter.
    I didn't know
    what was the matter.
    Then,
    know what she did?
    She went in the cupboard
    and hid.
    She was fat when she went in,
    but she came out -
    thin!
    I had a peep.
    Know what I saw?
    little kittens
    all in a heap
    1-2-3-4.
    My cat's great.

    Cute poem!

    Yes, a little rough, but, just think where they can go!!
     
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    These are written by my grand-daughter for Remembrance Day at her school ... [age 10]

    OF A SOLDIER

    I feel the wind
    Tossle my hair
    And I hear the cry
    Of a soldier in despair

    I hear their thoughts
    I feel them cry
    And one by one
    I see them die

    In this graveyard of poppies
    I see families that lost
    Someone they loved
    That cried through sun and frost

    I see the families
    That lost fathers, brothers
    I see the families
    With only daughters and mothers

    I hear a gunshot
    I know I'm dying
    My knees collapse
    On the ground, I'm lying

    I feel the wind
    Tossle my hair
    And I hear the cry
    Of a soldier in despair
    >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

    The Undeserved Grave


    I feel the wind
    Toss my hair,
    It makes me remember
    It is not fair!

    I remember
    Those who fought,
    Those who died
    Life is what they should have got.

    I see a poppy
    My eye forms a tear,
    I remember when
    My heart was full of fear.

    As I put down the flowers I hold
    Onto my father's grave,
    I know he has gone to a better place
    I know he died fearless and brave.

    For my father is buried in the ground
    He died when he had nowhere to go,
    My father fought for this country
    He did not even get to see me grow.

    I remember when I waited in bed
    Scared for my father's life,
    He got shot in his chest
    By the opponent's rifle.

    Now I visit his undeserved grave,
    I know he died being brave,
    My daddy fought in the war,
    Our dream is now that hatred shall be no more.
     
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    Here is another one she wrote but it is attempting to write lyrics for a song.

    Doesn't Matter (A SONG FOR A SINGER)

    Doesn't matter where you are
    Doesn't matter where you want to be
    I'll wait until the end of time for you
    As long as you love me
    I'd rather live a year with you
    Then live a million lives cold and blue

    I've waited so many years already
    But I'll wait a million more
    Just for one day with you
    That's all I'm waiting for
    Don't expect me to be alone
    'Cuz you ain't the only one I got
    But don't worry your little head
    You're the only one with a shot
    Don't hate me for living life
    I've been waiting already
    I'm dating many guys so closely
    But I ain't going steady

    Doesn't matter where you are
    Doesn't matter where you want to be
    I'll wait until the end of time for you
    As long as you love me
    I'd rather live a year with you
    Then live a million lives cold and blue

    Na na na
    Na na na
    Na na na
    Na na nana na

    I hope you will come back soon
    So my love will still be here
    If you don't come back soon
    That's my only fear

    Come back soon
    Still be here
    Come back soon
    My only fear

    Doesn't matter where you are
    Doesn't matter where you want to be
    I'll wait until the end of time for you
    As long as you love me
    I'd rather live a year with you
    Then live a million lives cold and blue
     
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    :-* From the pen of children! The Wildman is touched!

    Thanks
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    Peaches
    You have a very talented grand daughter--great poems :)
     
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    Hi Rita - thank U. Yes, she is talented. U should read the stories she writes one would swear it was written by an adult. I have encouraged her to send all her poems and stories to me so I can have them put into a book form and give them to children at the Children's Hospital. Her passion is writing and she says that she wants to be a novelist but in order not to starve she may just become a teacher or a vet cuz she loves animals. :) Takes after Grams :D who can write great poems after a couple of rum eggnogs. :D
     
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    Peaches!!

    They are good, I like the song alot, too! Hope she gets all she goes for, so, we can read her stories- wouldn't it be great if they were all about Peaches?!!

    LOL! NO!? Allright, it's great you are putting them in book form - you can save a few for her wedding, her first child and her grandchild. I wish I had more stories about my Grands.

    Are they short stories, short enough for here?! I'd like to read one at least!
     
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    Hi Marja - I am supposed to be writing my autobiography and have only gotten as far as 14 pages. Now we are packing for a move so it will be delayed again. My GD writes short stories but I have to get her to send them to me. She does it mostly on paper even though she has her own computer. For Xmas I got her a combo printer/scanner/copier so now she has no excuse that she cannot scan any. I have asked her mother to collect the stories for me and to send them out. Hopefully, if this happen, I promise to post a story or two here. If there is a blank piece of paper to be had in the house, she is busy writing.

    Here is a poem she wrote within 10 minutes for a friend about her dog ....

    MUGSY

    Mugsy likes to be scratched behind the ear,
    MaryAnn is who he likes to be near.

    He barks at neighbours and friends,
    His barking is something that never ends.

    He is a small poodle with white, curly fur,
    He sees the neighbours and says "grr"!

    Mugsy is quite old and not always kind,
    But when he gets to know you, he is a great find.

    A dog that makes some jump up into the sky,
    Is a friend to MaryAnn, always on her side.
    .........................................................

    Another one but a little different style ...

    Me

    The most beautiful girl you'll ever see
    And everyone wants to be like me
    As their hopes grow thin
    I start to grin
    I laugh
    hee
    he
    !


    Their hopeful eyes are so very teary
    They see things oh so bleary
    The more tears they cried
    The harder they tried
    I smile and they
    Grow dreary
    So dreary
    They no
    longer
    can
    see
    cle
    ar
    !
     
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    :D This is almost on the spooky side, but my eleven year old grandson also wants to be a writer. His parents sent some of his work to a publisher, he was turned down of course, but told to keep submitting as he shows great potential. Your grand daughter show the same qualities. It may be worth while to submit some of her work to a publisher as well. Hey I don't think some of todays novelists are hurting financially. My grandson was told that perseverance is the name of the game, an not to take the turn downs personally.

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    Hi - the thought of sending a sample book to a publisher has crossed my mind. First I have to convince her to send the stuff to me via email as I live 350 miles away from her home. I asked her mother to email or mail her work rather than throw it away which is what was being done. What can I say, Wildman - great minds think alike. ;) :) You know, publishers can be convinced that children love to read stuff written by other children - with a bit of editing, if necessary, it can be done and away it goes!! I can also take the time to make up a bunch of books myself, pay for a kiosk in a Mall & have her sign each book we sell. The parents of your grandson might try to do this too. This thread and u have inspired me to push harder to get her writings to me. Thanks. :)
     
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    :) Talked to the daughter last night, am trying to get her to register here at Wilders, an then under her supervision let my grandson do some poetry. I think he is still to young to be out here on his own, although he is a very sweet kid. Grandson seemed excited about this possibility.

    Thanks
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    ;) :p :D
     
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