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March, 2014

  1. Rising to Glory

    26/03/2014 by maddyf

    When I looked up I could see

    The true colours within me

    It was like someone had found the key

    To open up the struggle, and set me free!

    The grass I saw, from before, was greener

    The flowers started too bloom

    The sun was shining it’s brightest

    And there was no bit of gloom

    People arose from the ashes

    And began to enjoy enrichment

    Our lives were majestically enhanced

    We were no longer stuck to the pavement

    All I had to do

    Was to find the real layer of me

    If everyone followed my footsteps

    What a better place the world would be


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  2. My Mind

    09/03/2014 by maddyf

    My mind is a place where I am free,

    My mind is the place where I am me,

    And absolutely nobody can interfere,

    With my mind right here,

    I set it to work every day all day,

    To use its inner brilliance and show it on display,

    The most special thing to me,

    About my mind,

    That there’s no limit,

    That I could find,

    And if information becomes muddled inside,

    I will say to my mind,

    Expand! Expand! For there is no room!

    So it completes my task and efficiently creates more, BOOM!

    So my head must grow in size,

    And by then I will accept a prize,

    For biggest head, and instead,

    I shall turn it away,

    And cleverly say,

    That ,’Minds are not any sort of contest,

    For they all are filled with courage and zest,

    And therefore mine is the best,

    Because give me a rest,

    My mind is golden,

    The purest you could find,

    And no one can get inside,

    My beautiful mind.’

     

    axis mundi
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  3. That question

    05/03/2014 by maddyf

    This question keeps on bugging me,

    When I’m older what should I be?

    How I could I possibly answer to that?

    Should I be grateful? Or sour and flat?

    A question so quizzical I jiggle inside,

    That I cannot answer or take it on with pride,

    A question that I couldn’t guess,

    A question that pushes aside all the rest,

    The thought buzzes inside my imprisoned mind,

    The thought that is not friendly or kind,

    For in the future things could change,

    Can I be different? Or stay myself plain,

    You don’t understand how hard is the pressure,

    To turn made-up in oder to make things better,

    When I’m older I’ll have an idea,

    That people should not question the troubled youth,

    Any where! Even here.


  4. Classroom Drama, continued……….

    03/03/2014 by maddyf

    The principal stared at the class in dismay,

    ‘What have you done to this room, may I say!’

    The adult exclaimed,

    In such a way,

    That it was clear she was not extremely happy that day,

    Edward the head decided to speak up,

    “Miss are you done, because if so, we’ve had enough,’

    ‘No I have not had enough you nincompoop!

    How dare you destroy my big classroom!

    Where is the teacher, where is Miss Consweir?’

    The whole class shouts together, ‘SHE”S NOT HERE!’

    The lady turns silent as silent as a mouse,

    ‘Are you sure your teacher’s not in the house?’

    She asked, with a pink and collapsed face,

    ‘She’s not even in this place!’

    The class replied,

    So happy the woman has seen their side,

    ‘Authority, education she’s abandoned it all,’

    The pupils nod almost in awe,

    she sits on the desk and starts to rock,

    But later she fainted in such shock,

    She was even muttering in her sleep,

    Nimbskulls, weidos and creeps,

    The class looked at each other,

    What could they do?

    Just sit around, no that’s not new,

    Michael stood up and made a paper plane,

    Suddenly, the teacher broke in,’Sorry I’m late!’

    The students run to block her view,

    ‘Oh goodness you haven’t made it a spew!’

    She marches inside and looks at the dozing lady,

    She sits in a nice place, somewhere shady,

    ‘It’s good she’s knocked out, let’s have some fun,

    What have you done this morning everyone?’

     


  5. In my Palm

    03/03/2014 by maddyf

    I keep my tiny, fragile fist closed as the cruel boy slowly comes closer to my pale face. ” Hand it over, Rat. Hand it over now!” Vernon Govvers demands impatiently.

    I can’t though because in my pebble of a fist is an object, that could save my life. An object that is priceless and only comes once in a life time. 

    “Rat did you hear me! Give it over.I want it. Don’t make me have to break your palm to get it.” Vernor Govvers, in my opinion, was not a particularly clever boy and did not have a wide set vocabulary. “W-Why should y-you be s-so int-terested in m-my fist, aft-terall it is-s only tut-tut-tiny and use-less. I d-don’t w-want to s-start a f-fight, un-understood?” But my trembled words are not enough and before I could compromise his knuckles make a nasty contact with my terrified face. I immediately black out in abhorrent pain.

    It’s all worth it because my hand is still clenched and the object is safe.

    What could could be inside the character’s palm? Give a well-though explanation of you point of view. It must be at least 30 or more words, quality.

    Your blog buddy maddyf


  6. Winner for Rhyme!

    03/03/2014 by maddyf

    I have announced our fierce competitor https://clairsmps.edublogs.org has easily won the poetry competition! She was the only competitor but a fierce one at that. I was only the slightest bit disappointed when no one else commented on the post. Especially you the person who is reading this right now. Hmm I’ll write another one!

    Blog Buddy maddyf


  7. Yes, another one!

    03/03/2014 by maddyf

    Here is my second poetry competition. Are you listening? The topic is……………THE VALUE OF LIFE. If you’re straining your minds in desperation to make up something easier then fine, go ahead do whatever topic you wish but it must be LIFE related. You may comment it in any format you wish, except:

    The cat sat on the mat and ate the rat who turned out to be fat so that is the story of the cat who was wearing a hat.

    Your Blog Buddy maddyf


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