Poetry Paper having a break while Yr 12 do their mocks and exams. The Winner from the March Poetry Paper The Song of the Whale Heaving mountains in the sea, Whale, I heard you Grieving. Great whale, crying for your life, Crying for your kind, I know How we would use Your dying. Lipstick for our painted faces Polish for our shoes. Tumbling mountain in the sea, Whale, I hear you Calling Bird-high notes, soaring: At their edge a tiny drum Like a heartbeat We would make you Dumb In the forest of the sea, Whale, I heard you Singing Singing to your kind We'll never let you be Instead of life we choose Lipstick for our painted faces, Polish for our shoes. By Sana Khan Yr 12 The Winner from the February Poetry Paper Bumble-Bee Follow the dance of the bumble-bee, As she waltzes through the sky. Happy if she's making honey, Or skimming up on high. Searching for that perfect flower, With petals of foiled silk. Honey and pollen are as special to her, As to us is mother's milk. The sky is dyed a ruby red, Before she heads for home. Laden down with scented pollen, To store in honeycomb. Then she will fold up her wings of lace, And down her head she will lay, To rest in the hive until sunny morning, And a brand new working day. By Daisy Constantine Yr 9 A poem selected from the January Paper River through the seasons by Ivy Qi Yr 7 Spring, river sighing happily Sweet cherry blossom blooming Nature in peace - soothing Summer, river wearily panting Under the merciless sun Nature competing - worrying Autumn, river endlessly flowing Brown leaves floating idly Nature at ease - relaxing Winter, river restless, cold and angry Dullness frames the scene Nature's rage - frightening River, through all seasons Shines its beauty and feelings Nature's wonder - beautiful. Winner in December by Marwah El-Murad Jealousy Masked With Admiration A statue-His posture, a sign Of perfection, embracing A large hulk of wood that shines In his hands. The fingers, slightly racing Like spiders, across the strings. Each stroke, a note Of an enticing melody, his eyes gloat With the rush of committing such a felony - Music so intense, his guitar weeps. I vow to myself That my guitar will emanate Croes, emollient enough that he himself Will be so envious at my abilit to create Such alluring, piercing perfection. I dream of that day When my fingers will dance Between the frets, and the way I play Will set even him into a trance. Me? The hypnotic artist. Winner in November by Bolaji Okenla 8CV OBSESSION Clothes are my obsession I realy need to stop Cashmere tops, jean skirts, I could raid a whole shop! Clothes are my obsession Like I said I need to stop I'll shop till I drop My pockets are always empty I'm always strapped for cash I'll buy new clothes for mufti day Or just a birthday bash. Clothes are my obsession I really need to stop But it looks like I will shop forever Just until I drop! WINNER OF OCTOBER PRIZE is Denika Campbell YOU Your eyes First held me mesmerised Where I stood Your smile Shines like the sun Warms every corner of my soul Your voice Like a splashing fountain stream Flows into my heart Your laugh Like a glowing bright rainbow Fills me with hope and joy Your touch Like an autumn breeze Sends chills down my spine Your scent Like a red rose fragrance Makes me tingle from head to toe Your eyes First held me mesmerized And I'm still enthralled CONGRATULATIONS TO THE NEW EDITORS FOR 2005/6: EMILY PAVEY, TAHMINA NIZAM, SARAH BAMIDELE, ELLEN BEER Goodbye to the former editors and thank you. Poetry Pays Standing Watching Waiting Waiting Waiting for For Something to tell me Yes To tell me you Know I am here Waiting Waiting to know If you can see me If you care enough to Utter from your ruby lips Just a few Precious words that will brighten up your sapphire eyes And tell me that all I have to do All I have To do Is Wait. by Isabella De-Soriano He sits on the edge of the pier, Skimming the odd pebble on the river, His short brown hair styled with gel, He smells so good and looks so good He almost looks sad but with a good heart. I walk to him He gives me a wink and a cheeky grin. I sit next to him and he gives me a hug. We drift off into the sunlight. by Beth Finch 7NB Poetry Pays. A £5 prize was won by Soma Mamand Beauty is a sin. People will die for beauty, It is tempting As Greed, With love for oneself And one's reflection, Comes vanity. But for the others, Awaking in the morning,Looking fresher than a bottle of Evian, How lucky they must be. But what is everyone else? Now masked beneath the skin, Not just make-up on the surface, but a sinful beauty, Destroying the inner self. And here is Amy Brazil's fun poem. Poems Poems rhyme, Once upon a time, I ate a lime, Whilst I went for a ckimb, Without a dime, See.......... Poems rhyme!!! Poetry Paper There were 2 £5 prizes for poems in the paper this month and we shall give one £5 prize next month and are changing the name to Poetry Pays. First prize to Anna Rawicz-Szczerbo I AM A SNOWFLAKE Flying and rifting through the sky, Silent and delicate And very much shy. And when I touch down On the hard cold ground, With my fellow snowflakes, We form a delicate gown. And then I get trampled on, Pushed and shoved, and by the end of the day I am no longer loved. I wait and I wait, POut in the slush, and by next morning I am just mush. Second prize went to Zoe McLean for THE TEMPERATURE OF WINTER The floor is snowy The floor is slippery If you slip on the icy mud You will fall down with a thud. Over the white hill Through the sparkly glen It's so cold that you always wonder when You can clear off Home again. Home again Nice and warm Outside there is a storm Some carollers start to sing on the snow so soft. Angrily I scream, "Bugger off!" Poetry Paper November Some samples. ANGER Anger looks like a fire; each minute it gets hotter and hotter When I think of anger I see burning fire Anger smells like a cup of coffee with no sugar and milk in it I can taste the coffee from my bedroom Anger sounds like children playing with fireworks I hear the sound from the back door Anger feels like a cup of boiling water spilt on my hand then goes red sore I feel the hotness straight away. by Cheryl Lee WINTER WEATHER RAIN AND RAIN WAS RISING UP, AND RAIN WAS FALLING DOWN, RAIN AND RAIN WAS FILLING UP, THE COUNTRY AND THE TOWN, THEY REIGNED AND REIGNED AND RAINED TOGETHER, AND THAT WAS SURELY WINTER WEATHER. by Karen Gomwe Poetry Paper September Some samples to encourage you to buy one. Only 20p. Editors Editors must learn to spell, Right stuff proper before they sell. Editors must learn to choose, Which rhymes to keep and which to lose. Editors must learn to draw, to give the paper that much more. All you poets Think you know it In this paper we can show it. Once a year it comes around, Falling leaves upon the ground, Red, Copper, Amber, Leaves twirling slowly, Clamber to the sky, AUTUMN!!! I LOVE THAT STUFF!!! Pages and pages, leafing through the pages. Bent bits and dog-eared bits. things you can't put down bits. Good bits, bad bits, interesting or sad bits. Ripped here and ripped there, covers have got little tears. People use them, read them, write them, people get stuck in them, BOOKS!!!! I LOVE THAT STUFF!!!! by Paloma Thompson Waking Up The candyfloss worlds, Flying windmills fade Fade into memory My foot on the cold floor, Eclipses the world of dreams and wonder. Nearly there.....getting deeper Will the warrior get to the top, the sleeper? Will I understand the complication, Do I have to wake from this sensation? by Roisin Kirk and Nicola Marshall Personification Pity is lying in a dark room feeling sorry for himself, Is a sad and gloomy person with nothing to say. Pity is crying out for help. You just can't hear him. Pity is turning into a nobody. You don't know he's there. (Lily)