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Life’s Garden
By Bryony Thomson
Somewhere, just beyond
the reaches of human imagination is a most exquisite garden. Where the trees
drip with blossoms, flowers bloom in colours there aren’t even names for and
streams that know every story ever told run forever. There are mountains so
high it’s impossible to say where they end and the sky starts, oceans that reach
into eternity and the perfumed breeze is always rich with laughter.
At its gate sits a
beautiful girl, welcoming people to her garden, her name is Life. Though she
has sat there for all of time her hair still cascades in coils of hazel-brown,
her cinnamon skin still blushes fresh and rosy, her dress spun from pure spiders
silk still falls unspoiled.
As you walk through the
garden Friendship will join you and take your hand and she will walk with you;
she will help you and guide you along the many paths that twist through the
garden. Sometimes you will grow so used to the feel of her hand in yours,
you’ll almost forget she’s there – but you’ll miss her if she goes.
If, and when, you climb a
mountain, Determination will run along besides you, tiring only when you do. He
will cheer you on until you reach the top where Success is waiting to leap and
scream and celebrate with you.
Beware of Temptation;
don’t be fooled by her pretty words or soft eyes, she knows every trick to lure
you from the path and away to somewhere dark and miserable where you will fall
away to nothing – pray that Truth will catch you before you do.
Someday you will pass a
tree and hear screeches and curses and if you look into its branches you will
see a bitter boy named hatred. All day long he hurls down seeds of anger, war
and argument; nothing amuses him more than to see them reach the ground and to
grow into ugly, jagged plants that ruin the garden. Peace will not have this,
she dashes around frantically crushing every seed she can and ripping the plants
from the ground, and smiling as the blood from her hands makes them wither
away. Her sister Love sits in a lower branch and calls up to Hatred, wishing
that one day he might stop to listen.
Sometimes you will
stumble deep into a cave, as dark as a nightmare, where a little girl sits
shaking and crying; ask her name and she will whisper ‘Fear’. Near the mouth of
the cave kneels Hope, a pretty young lady who holds an eternally burning candle
into the gloom and tries to coax Fear out.
You’ll reach the end of
the garden before you even realised you’d begun, but turn to look back and see,
just how far you’ve come. Here, let Faith help you now, take those last tired
steps out of the garden where Death is waiting to welcome you into the only
garden more beautiful than Life’s… her own.
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By Sadie Levy-Gale
Once far off in Zinkenbar, ‘twas
A cat named Charles
Who owned so many cat hotels
They tailed off for miles.
“The best accommodation, that you shall
Ever see, is my hotel for cats where
We bring you rosehip tea.”
And he twiddles his fine whiskers and picked
A bone or two,
And when all the other cats did scoff
He muttered, “You haven’t any clue, for my accommodation has cat
Baskets lined with fur, and when you want
Some service, just give a little purr.
A maid will come running
and groom you free of lumps
And help you cough up furballs
With just a little thump
Also, when you’re ready
She brings a saucer of milk,
Slightly steamed, a little froth
Top as smooth as silk
And once you’re nicely snuggled up
Among some satin sheets
The maid will close the curtain
And you will safely sleep.
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Long-lost Sailors
By Grace Meagher
Over there, in the sea, that peeks out at me.
Could it be?
No it couldn’t.
But then again…
It might be.
That rock.
It could be.
But, surely it isn’t.
Well, it might be.
It might be a body of a long lost sailor.
I’m not saying it is.
I’m just saying it could be.
A body of a sailor,
Long lost in the sea,
All the way from Spain,
That drifted to here.
It could be.
And, that seaweed.
See it?
Well…
No.
Could be.
I have an over-active imagination.
According to my teacher.
But, it could be.
That seaweed.
It could be.
The hair of mermaids,
Guiding the lost sailors.
Dying herself.
Really over-active imagination.
But, I bet.
I really do.
That, that seaweed over there,
Is the hair of a long lost mermaid,
Never found.
I’ve found her.
So, she’s found.
Over-active imagination.
See those barnacles over there?
They can’t be.
They could be.
I doubt it.
Over-active imagination.
But it could be.
Not saying it is.
But, it could be.
It could be.
Those barnacles,
They are the eyes of the long-lost sailors,
And the mermaid.
Over-active imagination.
But, they could be.
Long-lost sailors and mermaids.
Found by me.
Me!
Over-active imagination.
That’s it.
I am so not going swimming,
In the big blue sea,
With the long-lost sailors,
And mermaids.
Who are dead.
Found by me.
If you think I’m going,
You’ve got another thing coming!
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Southwark
Poets of the Year Competition 2005
Southwark Council, Morley College,
Southwark News and Blackwell's Bookshop came together in providing prizes for
the Southwark Poets of the Year competition. There were three categories,
Junior, Intermediate and adults. The prize giving ceremony took place in Morley
College in the 20th May which was a wonderful event especially for many
children.
Poets letter young Lit section Editor, Ohie
Mayenin achieved third prize in the junior section, with his poem Southwark, My
Home, Friend to a River. In second place was
Junior Art Finalists
Junior Photography
  
Junior Writing
Senior Arts Finalists
  
Senior Photograph Finalists
 
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Ohie Mayenin @ Peter Pan Awards
Ceremony with the Judgers and Other Winners
Ohie Mayenin (aged eight)
Ohie entered all three categories, and was awarded runner-up in the Peter Pan
Award for children's creativity and runner up in the junior art award.
  
The Baby Of Dreams
Ohie Mayenin
Right in front of my eyes
There she was
The baby of dreams
In my mum's arms in the hospital
That's Raaneem my little sister
As cute as a rose
I felt like crying
I held her in my arms and kissed her
She talks to me in Babylish
That's English for babies
I understand it a little bit
When she speaks Babylish
It makes me laugh
I love her as much as myself
I can get her the silver moon
To shine in her cot at night
So that she is safe and can have
Lots of shining dreams
Ohie with Bryony Thomson, Grace Meagher and Joss Humberstone, Ohie with
Cherrie Blair and Cat Deeley and with Children's Laureate Michael Morpurgo
Ohie with Dick King-Smith, Neil Fox and Cat Deeley and with
his family and Dick King-Smith
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My Poems : Saahia Mayenin
Tea at the Knee by the Sea
“It’s me,” said She
“Who’s me?” said He.
“I am the Bee
Called to see
If you can come to tea.”
“You and me
Having tea?,” said He
“Yes, you and me
Having tea
At a party at the Knee.”
Said Bee
“At the Knee? That’s by the
sea?” said He.
“Yes, at the Knee by the sea
On Friday at half past
three.” Said Bee
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About the Tickago
Mr Poe Mr Goe and Mr Mikazo
Went to Chicago
To get a Tickago
A Tickago is kind of a
wall
That is very tall
That you need to bounce your
ball
Mr Poe Mr Goe and Mr Mikazo
With the Tickago
Came back home in Mikamo
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Elewyn
Elewyn is an animal with
five legs
He juggles glasses standing
on floating logs
With five ears he hears more
than other animals
He hears noises in the water
of chemicals
He has two eyes that are
black
And he sees all colours lack
He goes to Elewyn School in
Jud
And he likes to play in the
mud
Elewyn eats mud, trees and
grass
And drinks silly juice made
of apples, air and brass
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The Rich Duke of Jork
The rich old duke of Jork
Who had ten thousand hen
He marched them up the farm
And he marched them back
again
When they were there they
were there
When they were here they
were here
But when they were only
midway there
They were neither here nor
there
Read more of Saahia's works
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Poetry of Pupils Carried on Stagecoach
Photo credit: Stagecoach website
Six young Kent Poets have had their winning poems displayed
on Stagecoach buses in the region. Hope Margetts, 13 from Archbishops School,
Megan Finnis, 10 from Herne Junior School, Samantha Ralfs and Tom Croxton,12,
both from Herne Bay High School, Eleanor Hartland, 7 from Bridge & Patrixbourne
CEP school, Helen Sotillo, 8 from St. Peters Methodist School won Stagecoach in
East Kent sponsored the Canterbury Festival’s Poetry competition and agreed to
place a selection from the winners inside the buses for the enjoyment and
interest of their passengers.
“There were just under a 1000 entries that had to be judged. We are pleased to
be able to let the work of many of the category winners reach a wider audience
on our buses," said Paul Southgate of Stagecoach. “We know from feed back given
to drivers that our customers enjoy the creative and often thought provoking
writing."
For more visit the stagecoach
website.
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Poetry Society Young Poets of the Year Award
2005
The Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award 2005 -
now open. The Foyle Young Poets of the year Award, Britain's most prestigious
poetry prize for young writers between the ages of 11-17, is now accepting
entries.
Closing Date: 31st July 2005.
Judges: George Szirtes (winner of T S Eliot Award 2004) and Colette Bryce
(winner of National Poetry Competition 2003)
Winners will be invited to the prize-giving on National Poetry Day 2005, to
attend a week-long residential course at the prestigious Arvon Centre in Lumb
Bank, and will have their poems printed in a specially published free anthology.
Previous winners have also gone on to appear in books, magazines, and on the
Poems on the Underground project.
How to Enter
Entry is open to poets aged between 11 and 17 on July 31 2005.
Entry is free.
You can enter as many poems as you like, as long as you like, on any subject,
but make sure your name, address, date of birth and school (if appropriate) are
on the reverse of each poem entered (or at the top of your email)
Send entries to:
Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award (W)
Poetry Society
22 Betterton Street
London WC2H 9BX
UK
or email
fyp@poetrysociety.org.uk
To receive a free copy of the 2004 winners' anthology And The Air Sang, send a
stamped addressed envelope (36p).
We look forward to your entries!
Aout the Judges
George Szirtes
George Szirtes was born in Budapest in 1948 and came to England as a refugee in
1956. He was brought up in London and studied Fine Art in London and Leeds. His
first book, The Slant Door, was published in 1979, and won the Faber Memorial
prize the following year; after the publication of his second book, in 1982, he
was invited to become a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. Since then he
has published several books and won various other prizes. His work has been
translated into numerous languages. He has also worked extensively as a
translator of poems, novels, plays and essays and has won various prizes and
awards in this sphere. He is the winner of the 2004 T S Eliot Prize for his
latest collection, Reel. See
www.georgeszirtes.co.uk.
Colette Bryce
Colette Bryce was brought up in Derry, N Ireland, and has since lived in
England, Spain and Scotland. Her first collection The Heel of Bernadette
(Picador 2000) won the Aldeburgh and the Eithne Strong first book awards. She
won the 2003 National Poetry Competition for the title poem of her new
collection The Full Indian Rope Trick. She is fellow in Creative Writing at the
University of Dundee.
For more visit:
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Laura Parry's Poem to the PM
Ten Year Old Laura Parry, from Mitcham, has
recently got too upset regarding her not getting a place in any of the schools
she applied and decided to write a poem about it, addressing it to the Prime
Minister Mr Blair, according to London Evening Standard.
Laura obviously wrote her despair into words
addressed to the PM seeking his help. It is not not yet known as to what the PM
has written back to her.
Young Writers Summer Anthology 2005
Young Writers get your pen to paper and send in
your works for the Young Writers Summer Anthology 2005, being published by The
Young Writer Magazine.
For details:
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Young Poets! Take
Up the Challenge and Get Your Poetry Book Published!
Have a Brainwave and
write poems on the theme
of Challenges. Any kind of challenge: Mental, Physical, Real or
Unreal. And support a worthy charity.
This poetry competition is for the Brainwave Appeal. All proceeds, every penny
of the entry fees, will be given to Newcastle General Hospital's Brainwave fund.
You can learn more about the Brainwave fund by visiting the charity's own
website:
www.nba-uk.org
Prizes are:
Outright Winner has a collection of poems published (any subject) and receives
50 copies.
An anthology showcasing the Top Fifty Poets will be published and all poets
included in it will each receive a free copy.
Rules
Entry fee: £3 for first poem. Additionals: £1 each.
Poems to be typewritten, in English, and no longer than 40 lines.
No entry forms are needed, just enclose a covering page showing name, address,
telephone, and e-mail.
Poems must not be previously published, can have any title, and be written in
any style, and on any subject, but should have a Challenge theme.
N.B. The outright winner's collection to be published can be on any theme, or
not themed at all.
Deadline for entries: 31st March 2005
Results announced on website 1st May 2005
Send sae for results by post.
Postal entries only please, to: Biscuit Publishing (Challenge Poetry
Competition), PO Box 123, Washington, Newcastle upon Tyne NE37 2YW. Cheques
payable to Brainwave Fund
email:
info@biscuitpublishing.com
www.biscuitpublishing.com
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Children's Arts Festival
The Newhampton Arts Centre has received funding from ACE West Midlands, Awards
for All, Sure STart and Wolverhampton Council to run a a year long programme of
holiday arts activities culminating in an all day festival on site on June 5th
2005. This will involve Drama, Dance, Music Performances and workshops from
local and national companies, voluntary organisations and young people. The
theme of the Festival will be One World.
We are happy to receive information from interested artists .
Children + Dance
The Cool Poetry for Kids
Kids on the Net
http://kotn.ntu.ac.uk
Inspiration Day: An Action for Children's Arts
Birmingham Royal Ballet and Elmhurst School for Dance Action for Children's Arts
is to organise a conference for dance professionals, teachers and others with a
personal and professional commitment to children's arts.
The day will focus on opportunities and obstacles to children's participation in
dance of all kinds and will include:
Children dancing and talking on film about their personal experience of dance
Case studies illustrating a wide variety of current practice
Discussion groups covering issues such as dance for boys, inclusive dance,
making new work for young audiences and professional development for teachers
Contributions by speakers of national reputation representing a wide range of
perspectives on dance for children.
RT HON ESTELLE MORRIS MP
Minister for the Arts
KEN BARTLETT
Director, Foundation for Community Dance
DAVID BINTLEY, CBE
Director, Birmingham Royal Ballet
TONY HOWELL
Director of Education, Birmingham City Council
VERONICA JOBBINS
National Dance Teachers' Association
PIALI RAY, OBE
Director, Sampad
Performances by children working with
ACE YOUTH
BIRMINGHAM ROYAL BALLET
BLUE EYED SOUL DANCE COMPANY
CHITRALEKA DANCE COMPANY
ELMHURST SCHOOL FOR DANCE
Saturday 16 April
10.30-4.00
Elmhurst School for Dance, Birmingham
To book, telephone Belmont Arts Centre, Shrewsbury
01743 243755
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Young People's Poetry Week is your chance to
encourage people to celebrate poetry—read it, enjoy it, write it—in their homes,
childcare centers, classrooms, libraries, and bookstores. During the third week
of April, the Children's Book Council, in collaboration with the American
Academy of Poets (sponsor of National Poetry Month) and the Center for the Book
in the Library of Congress, sponsors Young People's Poetry Week.
http://www.cbcbooks.org/yppw
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GOSHCC Presents the Peter Pan Awards 2005 for
Children's Creativity
Celebrating the Creative Talents of Children
The winners of a nationwide search for budding young artists, photographers and
authors by Great Ormond Street Hospital Children’s Charity will be unveiled at a
glittering awards ceremony hosted by Neil Fox on Thursday 10 March.
  Children
aged between 6 and 16 years of age have been invited to enter the Peter Pan
Awards through the website,
www.gosh.org/peterpanawards, and submit stories, artwork or photographs that
they have created themselves. The aim of the competition is to award children’s
creativity, and its overall theme is “do something to cheer up a child in
hospital.” The closing date for entries is 25 February 2005.
 The
three categories are writing, art and photography, and celebrity judges
including Cat Deeley, Jacqueline Wilson, Michael Aspel, Michael Morpurgo, and
Royal Photographer Arthur Edwards will announce the winners from a shortlist of
18 top entries at the awards ceremony at a top London hotel.
“We've had some fantastic stories and pictures on everything from super-heroes
and pets to baby sisters and learning to fly, and the standard has been
extremely high,” said event organiser Melanie Beskin.
The Peter Pan Awards are the successor to the Write4GOSH Awards which began in
2003, and have been expanded to reward a broader range of creative, young
talent.
Contact Harriet Powner, GOSHCC Publicity, 020 7916 5678
pownerh@gosh.nhs.uk
About Great Ormond Street Hospital
Great Ormond Street Hospital is a centre of excellence in the
treatment of sick children, the training of doctors and nurses, and research
into childhood illness and disease, benefiting many more children than the
90,000 who are treated here each year.
However, Great Ormond Street Hospital Children’s Charity (GOSHCC) faces a major
challenge as it fundraises to bring the hospital’s facilities up to 21st century
standards. In order to provide care in a more comfortable and convenient way,
reduce unnecessary stays in hospital, and to provide better facilities for the
thousand parents a week who need to sleep on site the hospital needs to raise
funding.
To do this will require redevelopment of two thirds of the hospital site and
redesign much of what the hospital does. The next stages will cost £312 million
and the hospital needs to raise a further £123 million through public
generosity. Once this work is completed it will be able to treat 20 percent more
patients. GOSHCC has as its first priority raising funds for this essential
work, however the charity must continue to support the ongoing work of the
hospital through buying vital up-to-date equipment, funding key research, and
providing improved facilities to benefit families and staff.
For more information:
40-41 Queen Square, London WC1N 3AJ
T (020) 7916 5678 F (020 7831 1938)
http://www.gosh.org
Photo Credits:
http://www.gosh.org
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Southwark Poets of the Year 2005 Competition
Morley College, Southwark Council, Southwark News and Blackwell's
Books and Karrot.or.uk come together in launching Southwark Poets of the Year
2005 competition this year. The competition is organised in three categories:
Adult, Intermediate and Junior Section.
The Competition is to be judged by poet Maurice Riordan of Morley
college and supported by Ground Water Poet at Faber and Faber Matthew Hollis.
There are no entry fees and people could submit up to three poems
under 40 lines by 11th of March.
Entries to be sent to:
Morley College, 61 Westminster Bridge Road, London SE1 7HT
Tele: 020 7450 1836
Fax: 020 7928 4074
Email enquiries:
enquiries@morleycollege.ac.uk
http://www.morleycollege.ac.uk
Kenn Nesbitt's
Homepage
This is a great website for all sorts of funny
poems for kids. Take a look and open your mind laughing mad!
http://www.poetry4kids.com
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The Bird that
was Scared of Heights
By Vikki Church
Most
birds in England fly to Africa in winter don’t they? Me? Never! It’s too far
to fly! I am not scared of heights! Well… maybe just a little tiny weeny
little speck of a bit! Ok, a lot! I’m terrified! I will never fly even though
I do have wings. I don’t know why we even have them. Silly invention if you ask
me! I will never go in a boat either, all thanks to last winter.
You
can’t really fly near the ground when going to Africa, can you? You’d go SLAP!
Bang! Into mountains and car windows. I wouldn’t want my face squashed up the
side of the Eiffel Tower thanks very much! So I said to myself, ‘flying, nope!’
and then a light bulb flickered on in the darkness of my brain. I’ll go in a
boat! Sunny Africa, here I come!
So I
went to the harbour and gave them my passport (which has a very nice picture of
me, if I do say so myself.) The boat was very nice. It had lots of food and
souvenir shops to buy my friends pressies.
After breakfast, we were calmly sailing along when suddenly (now the tension’s
building) the water became rough and the boat went up and down, up and down.
So, of course, up came my breakfast and splattered all over the deck. Not a
nice sight! (As we’re on the subject of sick, why does it always have carrots in
it when you haven’t even had any???)
Sunny Africa, at last! Thankfully, it came soon after the sick came up. Ok too
much information! Let’s change the subject.
Three months of sunbathing, swimming and eating! Over the three months I met up
with my friends and at the end of my holiday I saw Dazz.
“Frizz, are you going back home on the boat? I heard they were just leaving the
harbour.”
“No
way!” I said, walking to the edge of the road. “TAXI!”
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Vol. 3 No.1. London. March 2006 ISSN 1744-3776
Here We Are With The First Issue Of Our
Third Year
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Vol. 2 No.11. London.
January 2006 ISSN 1744-3776
Happy New Year everyone. Hope 2006 brings happy times for everyone.
Helen Monks has been appointed as the Poet Laureate of Birmingham!
Congratulations to Helen. Well done to Birmingham!
All the local authorities including The London Assembly should have such a
position to promote poetry and encourage young people to take up and fall in
love with poetry.
There's great news in the form of Children's Poetry Archive. Do visit their
website and listen to great poets reading their poetry.
Do send us in your work.
Take care
The Young Lit Editor
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Philip Gross: The Author of the Month
Visit his website
Poet on the Web: Helen Monks
Helen Monks is
Birmingham's Young Poet Laureate. Do read her poems online.
Birmingham's Young Poet Laureate
Good News for
Poetry: The Children's Poetry Archive
Do visit the Archive and listen to poets
reading their works. Absolutely great.
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Some Silly Poems
By Munayem Mayenin
The Thinking Cat
A cat thinks a lot
And a cat wonders a lot
One cannot just hold a bat
One has to bat and hit the ball
The cat that sat on a boat
Holding a bat made of
Cheese gone solid rock
He was wearing a turquoise hat
There is not much fun
Wearing a turquoise hat
That has lot of antennas
Going up the sky
Trying to catch up all the radio signals
For any news of intergalactic mice
The cat thinks a lot
He wonders a lot
What if the cats did not eat mice and cheese?
What if they ate stardust and lunar waves?
And went mad laughing when the moon was out?
What if the cats and mice were friends
And went they did clubbing rocking rolling?
A cat thinks a lot
A cat wonders a lot
Sitting on the boat
Holding a bat made of
Cheese gone solid rock
And he was wearing a turquoise hat
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The Hamster Goes the Wheel
The hamster goes round the wheel
Regardless of will
He does not reach anywhere
One night someone came to him
And told him something
He didn’t know
He said to him
There was such a thing
Called Millennium Wheel
People call it London Eye
The guy left a photo of it
On the wall
Going round the hamster thinks
It looks like a monster went to sleep
All curled up round
The hamster dreamt on his wheel
He was going round the Millennium Wheel
Regardless of will
He does not reach anywhere
Then the guy comes back another day
And showed him a picture of the globe
That looked to him
A giant sort of gigantic ball
Yet the hamster goes round the wheel
Regardless of will
He does not reach anywhere
Then came the guy
And showed him all giant balls
In a thing called Solar System
Where all the balls go round and round
Like hamster they don’t reach anywhere
Then came the shock of all
While the hamster goes round the wheel
There was a thing called Milky Way
Where all monster balls play bon fire
Going round and round
Regardless of will
Like the hamsters they do not reach anywhere
The hamster thinks
This is too much
My head is spinning round
And he goes to sleep
The hamster goes round the wheel
Regardless of will
He does not reach anywhere
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Now You Know You Can
You can hold a little air
In your palms
And pretend it to be a living thing
And you can make friend with it
So when it becomes wind
It could take you for a ride
You can look at the sky
And hold it in as a floating leaf in your eyes
And pretend it to be a living thing
And you can make friend with it
So when the sky comes in your garden
It could play with you
You can look at the earth
Hold her in the home of your heart
And pretend her to be a living thing
And as though she is your mother green
So when you need love and care
She would give you plenty to go around
Now that you know
That you can do
Treat the air, sky and earth
As though they are living things
So that you have friends all around
Talk to them and play with them
And show them your love and care
So that they know how to love you back
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You Have to Tie a Tie
You have to tie a knot in a tie
But you can lock a lock
You can go round the block
Wearing your tie leaving your room locked
When you cannot unlock the lock
All you need to do is
Call the locksmith in
And he will sort it out pretty soon
But when you cannot untie your tie
You cannot call in a tiesmith’s help
Although you may call your mum or dad
And they will sort your tie out in no time
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Thanks to Mum
Mum gone mad and dad gone shopping
And we all are in the garden
Looking for clues to solve the puzzle of mum
She's been acting weird all weekend
She was calling Julie Joe and Ben Bob
Nobody knows why? Nobody has a clue?
There was no clue and there was no sign
Mum went singing as though she was Katherine Jenkins
And all the butterflies in our garden left
We are looking for clues to solve mum’s puzzle
Why is acting as if she is lost?
Has she lost her memories and all the balls?
Mum gone mad and dad gone shopping
And while we look for clues being Joe and Bob
We take the chance and go wild thanks to mum
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My Home Friend to a River: Ohie
Mayenin
Special, the name Southwark is;
People never heard it
Cannot say the word,
Making it sounds like South Wark.
Southwark or South Wark
By the South of the Thames
Making a place I call home
Friend to a river.
Geoffrey Chaucer School takes me to
Geoffrey Chaucer and Canterbury Tales;
All starts in Southwark,
Centuries ago making me proud of my home.
The witches making cauldron
Boiling “Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble,”
Takes me to The Globe where
Macbeth was created by William Shakespeare
All those years ago;
In Southwark, my home; friend to a river.
Ebenezer Scrooge, Christmas Carol
Brought to life by Charles Dickens
Now housed in Charles Dickens Museum;
In Southwark my home, landscaped in green
By Burgess park where jazz music is played
At the weekend by Chumleigh Gardens.
The bridges of Thames keep Southwark
Connected to Northwark;
London Eye looks like people in transparent eggs,
Looking out ready to be hatched.
There are no Elephants and nor there any castles
Yet we call the place Elephant and Castle
In Southwark, my home, friend to a river.
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The Haunted House
Ohie Mayenin
On top of Baylor Hill stood the Haunted House in Maylor Village overlooking the
Small Meadow, Santa Lake and the River Hakan. There was a lot of sunshine on the
house like sunny beaches every day. The House was empty and nobody lived there
for twenty two years! Local people were afraid of the House and they never go
near the house.
It was a small cottage with blue walls where there were tall vines climbing up.
The Brown family bought the cottage because it was cheap. The Brown children
were excited about the house and soon they moved in.
Let me introduce the Brown family. Mr Brown is a teacher. He teaches in Up and
Down school. Mrs Brown doesn’t work. Her job is to make every body else work in
the family! She is ever so lazy.
Steve is 9, but pretends to be 17 and mad about cars and music. Clarissa, on the
other hand, is 7 but she thinks she’s 17 as well! Because she doesn’t want to be
anything less than Steve! Playing with dolls and toy babies takes most of her
time. They all go to their father’s school. They like going there.
The cottage had a living room, a kitchen and two bedrooms and there was an attic
room and a cellar. The bedrooms were big. They were nice and clean.
From the first day the Brown family moved in they saw scary things happening in
the house. Mr Brown saw the paintings were flying about. The family felt that
there were People walking about in the house but they could not be seen. They
could hear their voices and foot steps. Doors locked them in rooms. They heard
voices calling at them but nobody was there.
Once they saw writings on the walls that they definitely did not write.
“Beware!” “Get out”, “You’ll get caught” were the messages. The Browns felt
somebody was trying to pull their legs. Steve and Clarissa screamed out loud.
Another day, when Mr Brown went to toilet he saw a bull’s head coming out of the
wall and looking fiercely at him. He screamed and ran out of the toilet.
These things kept happening everyday. The Browns were frightened. Something had
to be done.
One day Mr Brown somehow thought of Blockbuster which made him think of Ghost
Busters. So they decided to get some ghost busters to get rid of the ghosts.
They pulled out the Yellow pages and phoned up the Ghost Busters.
The ghost busters came in with their equipment and investigated upstairs,
downstairs, cellars and the attic. They found that there were ghosts and got to
work straight to work. They did many things with their gadgets that they carried
over the next week. But they could not do anything to get rid off the ghosts and
things were getting worse. They said “You had better leave this house” and off
they went.
When the ghost busters were gone Steve said, “I am not leaving this wonderful
house on the hill. We can see the whole village from here.” He had a think and
said “Why don’t we change the carpets, windows, doors and repaint the whole
house so that the ghosts might think this is a different house and leave.”
Everyone laughed. Clarissa said, “That’s a first! We’ve never heard this in
ghost busting before!”
Mr and Mrs Brown decided to try Steve’s idea.
They changed the doors, windows, carpets and everything else that they could
change. They repainted the house. They rearranged the garden. Now the House was
green and the walls were red and yellow.
That night after the changes were done the Brown family waited for things to
happen.
Nothing happened.
Mrs Brown noticed the front door opening. There was a gush of wind that suddenly
went out of the house. The house was then calm and warm.
That was the ghosts leaving the house. The ghosts must have thought they were in
a wrong house. So they left the house.
The Brown family had a peaceful sleep. They slept like babies as if they had
never slept before.
So the Brown family made history about getting rid of ghosts by a new method.
“So Clarissa the smarty pants, who is to laugh now!” Steve said to his sister.
“Mum!” screamed Clarissa.
THE END
To read more of Ohie's works visit
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For further information about the Awards or these budding
brilliantly talented young authors/poets/artists/photographers
or to donate to Great Ormond Street Children's Charity please
visit:
http://www.gosh.org/peterpanawards
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Great Ormond
Street Children's Hospital Peter Pan Awards 2006 Launched
 
Calling all young artists, writers
and photographers! Celebrate your creative side by entering the Peter
Pan Awards and see your work judged by a host of celebrities including
Cat Deeley, Jacqueline Wilson and Neil Fox.
The Peter Pan Award categories:
Writing,
Art and
Photography.
The competition was launched on Tuesday 14 March 2006 in aid of Great
Ormond Street Hospital Children's Charity and is supported by
Disney
and
Funday Times
online.
Entries will be judged by persons appointed by
GOSHCC and known as the competition judges. The judges' decision will be
final and no correspondence or discussion will be entered into.
Within the three categories there will be three
finalists from each age group. These 18 finalists will be chosen by the
competition judges and will be invited to a special Peter Pan Awards
ceremony in London on 8 September 2006.
A full list of finalists will be published on
this website on 8 September 2006.
The Awards ceremony will take place at a London
venue.
http://www.gosh.org/peterpanawards/index.htm
As always The Poet's Letter Magazine continues
supporting Peter Pan Awards and wishes this year enjoys a greater number
of children's entries.
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My Bunny Harry
Ryan Law
My bunny is cuddly
My bunny is funny
My bunny is cute
I have to clean him
I have to feed him
I have to give him a drink
I love him
I cuddle him
He loves me
He is the best
He is the one
He is the one for me
The best thing about him is he's mine
Nothing can change that not gold
Not money
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The Foyle Young Poets of
the Year Award 2006
Email
fyp@poetrysociety.org.uk
Tel 020 7420 9892
The Foyle Young Poets of the year Award is Britain's most prestigious poetry
prize for young writers between the ages of 11-17. The closing date each year
is 31st July; the judges in 2006 are:
Paul Farley
Kate Clanchy
All winners will be invited to the prize-giving on
National Poetry Day
2006. Prizes include books, posters, membership of the Poetry Society, and -
for the fifteen overall winners - a week-long residential course at the
prestigious Arvon Centre in Lumb Bank, and publication in the annual anthology.
Previous winners have also gone on to appear in books, magazines, and on the
Poems on the Underground project.
How to Enter
Entry is open to poets aged between 11 and 17 on July 31
2005.
Entry is free.
You can enter as many poems as you like, of any length, on
any subject
You can enter by post or online:
By post: ensure your name, address, date of birth and school
(if appropriate) are on the reverse of each poem entered and send entries to:
Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award (W)
Poetry Society
22 Betterton Street
London WC2H 9BX
UK
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The Magic Tree
By Ohie Mayenin
(This story has won Francis Bret Young Society Story Writing
Competition: Junior Section 2004)
Once upon a time there lived the Nelson family. George was six.
His brother David was ten and his sister Susie was thirteen. Mr and Mrs Nelson
were in their mid thirties. They lived in the city of Mundon in a flat.
One day George went to the shop to buy some eggs. The shop was at a shopping
parade. It was early afternoon of a Saturday. There were a lot of people in the
parade.
George went into the shop and bought some eggs. He had some money left and he
bought a sweet with it. He came out of the shop.
As he was walking on the pavement he started to open the wrapper of the sweet
and when he was about to have a bite the sweet fell out on the ground.
He bent down to pick it up. But he saw that the sweet turned into a seed. Then
it started to grow like a tree. It grew very fast and became the biggest tree
ever seen in a minute.
George was very shocked. He stood and stared at the tree. He could not believe
his eyes!
He then ran to his flat and told everybody, about the magic tallest tree ever
that grew out of his sweet.
They did not believe him. They said, "Don’t be ridiculous! Trees like that do
not grow from sweets!"
"Come and see it for yourself!" George said angrily.
Everybody went out to see the biggest tree ever near the parade. The tree was
there by the road. The tree was taller than the canary wharf building! The tree
reached the clouds!
There were a lot of people standing about and staring at the tree. Their eyes
were popping out with disbelief!
The news of the tallest magic tree was on the television, on the Internet and on
the newspapers. Lot more people came to see and look at the tree.
The government set up a website in the Internet about the magic tree. The
address was: http://www.magic--tree.com.
The people of the government making the website came to talk to George about the
Magic Tree.
After the news of the tree died down George went to see the magic tree. He said
to the tree, "Hi Magic Tree! How are you today!" He did not expect the tree to
talk back to him.
"Hello George! I am fine. How are you!" When George heard the tree talking he
was really shocked.
"Look, you were my sweet! Then you decided to become a magic tree! What about
me!" said George.
"No need to worry George! Because I am a magic tree! I can give you as much
sweet you want!"
Then came a wind. Sweets started to rain down from the tree! George was really
happy and excited. He was picking up as many sweets as he could put in his
pockets. Other children came to join him.
After that children would go near the magic tree after school everyday and there
would be wind and the magic tree would rain down sweets for children. The
children of Mundon City were very happy. They lived happily ever after.
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Meet Adora Svitak the Young Writer Taking
the World with her Wings
Not only she is loves writing, Adora is mad about
reading and that's why she writes to show young people how words are the coolest
computer games; games of imagination. These are the books she loves reading:
The Redwall Series
The Century for Young People
Little Women
The Secret Garden
Inkheart
The Harry Potter Series
History books by Albert Marrin
The Hobbit
The Chronicles of Narnia
The Series of Unfortunate Events
Falling Up
A Light in the Attic
Where the Sidewalk Ends
Little Men
The Little House Series
(Laura Ingalls Wilder)
The Royal Diaries
The Princess Diaries
Lives of Extraordinary Women
American Girls
Oz series
The Song of the Lioness Quartet
A Treasury of Saints and Martyrs
Eragon
Read more about Adora on her website. By the way Adora is an adorable 9!
http://www.adorasvitak.com
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Nick
Jr's Time for a Rhyme Competition
Nick Jr is calling on everyone to put pen to paper and try your hand at writing
a new rhyme for future generations to come!So if you (or anyone you know) fancy
having a go, then click for more details. The top 3 entries will get their
rhymes turned into a short animation and shown on Nick Jr. later on in the year
and the winner will also receive a home entertainment system worth up to £1,000.
Deadline: 13th of June, 2005
For more:
http://www.nickjr.co.uk
Hi everybody! Welcome to April's Issue of Young Lit. We
have got a great deal of great works of literature, photography and arts from
the short listed finalists and winners of Great Ormond Street Hospital
Children's Charity run Peter Pan Award 2005. We congratulate all the young
people who took part in this great award, who got to make to become the
finalists and finally, to the winners. Well done guys. Keep working on your
creative talents. A huge well done to GOSHCC for organising such a great Award.
The same goes to the organisations and people who supported this great award for
kids and we hope their supports only to grow in the future. Thanks to GOSHCC,
Sarah Hope, Melanie Beskin and Harriet Powner for all the support for us to be
able to publish all these entries
Please feel free to let us know how you find our
presentation. Do tell your friends, relatives, schools, teachers and everyone
else you could think of!
Most importantly, please send in your works to us (will
have to get your parents/guardians/teachers to help you do that because they
need to send your works to us), it does not matter wherever you live.
Do take a look at the competitions that are on and take
part if you can. It's great fun.
Do enjoy these wonderful works by wonderful young people.
Take care.
Theatre Review By
Ohie Mayenin
Jack And The Beanstalk at Hackney Empire
On
Christmas Eve a pantomime, called Jack and the Beanstalk took place at Hackney
Empire. It was the first time I ever been there. Our whole extended family
turned up. There were thousands of people, mostly children. We took our seats in
the upper circle from where you could see the whole theatre!
When the
pantomine started we realised it wasn’t the original version of Jack and the
Beanstalk, but much better one because it had more characters and it was
hilarious! The story took place at Hackney Dale. Also, in the story nobody got
killed. The costume design looked great. I liked the cow’s costume. I liked
jack’s costume as well. I really liked the set design especially the sign
pointing in 2 directions, one saying Bethnal Green and the other saying
Whitechapel. The Giant’s costume looked the best. It was the right size for him.
I must
mention the beanstalk on the stage, it looked great! The beats, rhythms and
music in Jack and the Beanstalk were great. The dances were well choreographed
and I think all the children enjoyed it. The lighting was set in good places so
all the theatre could have light.
I liked
the part when the characters talked to the audience and the people responded. We
came out calling our cousin Robin Green after the Green Beans characters in the
pantomime. It appeared that my little sister had the time of her life! I would
give this show 10/10.
The
characters were: Clive Row as Jack’s Mum. Tameka Empson as Molly and the rising
star on the stage Matt Dempsey as Jack! The play will be finished at January 7th
2006. You’ve got to watch it!
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Senior Writing
Imagine
By Charlie O’Reardon,
Imagine a world where
there is no wrong; and whatever is wrong is right. Nothing has to fit, and you
can just be yourself, and live your life how you want it to be. A world where
there is no hunger, war or greed, and where equality and beauty forever reign.
There is no need to feel
scared in this special place. There is nothing to be frightened about. You
will never feel small or alone, because you are loved and you can feel like you
belong. There are no enemies, bullies or thieves, and you will never feel
pressured or feel the emotion of sadness or sorrow.
In this world, pain
dissolves into the sky, never to be seen again. Memories of hurt and betrayal
are strangers, and tears never fall, because misery is invisible.&nb |
