IMAGINE- by Hunter Dowd

Imagine riding on a dragon

Around the world

Imagine speaking every 

language in the world

Imagine being 

where nobody has been

Imagine flyin 

in the sky

Imagine everybody 

got what they dreamed of

Imagine in America

They stopped letting people have guns

Imagine everybody

in the world was happy, most of the time!

Imagine there was 

no killing in the world

Imagine stepping on the

moon like Neil Armstrong

and looking back at earth

Imagine standing on 

Mount Everest like Edmund Hilliary

For the very first time

Imagine how difficult 

this is writing this poem

Just imagine !

Hunters reflection

Mandalay - By Rudyard Kipling

By the old Moulmein Pagoda,  lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a - settin, and I know she thinks o' me,
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:

''Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to mandalay!''

Come you back to mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can' t you ' ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?

On the road to mandalay,
Where the flyin' fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China
'crost the bay!

this is not the all of the poem, this poem is about a British soldier thinking about his time in Burma when he was in the war, he really misses the country and a lady in particular.

It was one of my  grandfathers favourite poems, so he told it to my mum, and she told me

My favourite line here is
Where the flyin' fishes play

As lonely- by Hunter dowd

As lonely as a book
with no words inside

As lonely as a whiteboard
with no words

As lonely as a taxi
with no people inside

As lonely as a meteorite
 drifting into space

As lonely as a statue
sweating in the sun

As lonely as an  egg 
waiting to get hatched

As lonely as an eagle
in the foggy clouds

a very nice book of rhimes (martina)

Hello,
 when in class we have been working on poems and we had to choose a book I allways took the book of poems "Revolting Rhymes" by Rohl Dahl.
There common  tales, maby some a litle different from the real story, put in rime and so he made a poem.
my favorite one is ...

The animal I really dig
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Pigs are corteous. However,
Now and then, to break this rule,
One meets a pig who is a fool.
What, for example, would you say
If strolling through the woods one day,
Right there in front of you you saw
A pig who'd built his house of STRAW?
The Wolf who saw it licked his lips,
And said, ``That pig has had his chips.''

``Little pig, little pig, let me come in!''
``No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!''
``Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!''

The little pig began to pray,
But Wolfie blew his house away.
He shouted, ``Bacon, pork and ham!
Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!''
And though he ate the pig quite fast,
He carefully kept the tail till last.
Wolf wandered on, a trifle bloated.
Surprise, surprise, for soon he noted
Another little house for pigs,
And this one had been built of TWIGS!

``Little pig, little pig, let me come in!''
``No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!''
``Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!''

The Wolf said, ``Okay, here we go!''
He then began to blow and blow.
The little pig began to sqeal.
He cried, ``Oh Wolf, you've had one meal!
Why can't we talk and make a deal?
The Wolf replied, ``Not on your nelly!''
And soon the pig was in his belly.
``Two juicy little pigs!'' Wolf cried,
``But still I'm not quite satisfied!
I know how full my tummy's bulging,
But oh, how I adore indulging.''
So creeping quietly as a mouse,
The Wolf approached another house,
A house which also had inside
A little piggy trying to hide.
But this one, Piggy Number Three,
Was bright and brainy as could be.
No straw for him, no twigs or sticks.
This pig had built his house of BRICKS.
``You'll not get me!'' the Piggy cried.
``I'll blow you down!'' the Wolf replied.
``You'll need,'' Pig said, ``a lot of puff,
And I don't think you've got enough.''
Wolf huffed and puffed and blew and blew.
The house stayed up as good as new.
``If I can't blow it down,'' Wolf said,
I'll have to blow it up instead.
I'll come back in the dead of night
And blow it up with dynamite!''
Pig cried, ``You brute! I might have known!''
Then, picking up the telephone,
He dialed as quickly as he could
The number of red Riding Hood.
``Hello,'' she said. ``Who's speaking? Who?
Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?''
Pig cried, ``I need your help, Miss Hood!
Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?''
``I'll try of course,'' Miss Hood replied.
``What's on your mind...?'' ``A Wolf!'' Pig cried.
``I know you've dealt with wolves before,
And now I've got one at my door!''
``My darling Pig,'' she said, ``my sweet,
That's something really up my street.
I've just begun to wash my hair.
But when it's dry, I'll be right there.''
A short while later, through the wood,
Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood.
The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze
And yellowish, like mayonnaise.
His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw,
And spit was dripping from his jaw.
Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers.
She draws the pistol from her knickers.
Once more she hits the vital spot,
And kills him with a single shot.
Pig, peeping through the window, stood
And yelled, ``Well done, Miss Riding Hood!''

Ah, Piglet, you must never trust
Young ladies from the upper crust.
For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes,
Not only has two wolfskin coats,
But when she goes from place to place
She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELLING CASE.

Loneliness Francesca

As lonely as an immigrant
missing their own country

As lonely as a dead body
alone in its tomb

As lonely as a face
with no freckles

As lonely as a homework
that's not been marked

As lonely as planet Pluto
waiting for a visit

As lonely as a diary
who secrets are not revealed

As lonely as an orphan
with no parents to love

A song Francesca likes

A song I really like is Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles. This song talks about these two lonely people: Eleanor Rigby and Father McKenzie.
I really liked this song because it explains in a verse what these people are like.
Here are the lines I liked most:

"Waits at the window, wearing the face
 That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?"

I hope you like the song.

As lonely as a ..... by:Samuele

As Lonely As A ......

As lonely as an iceberg slowly slowly melting down

As lonely as a monk without a church

As lonely as a mouse stuck in a hole of a house

As lonely as a book without nothing written 

As lonely as an island without treasure

As lonely as a man waiting for his bus

As lonely as a goal keeper waiting for the ball

Lonely Lonely Lonely Dangerous Lonlyness

Samueles poem reflection

In class with being doing POETRY,and we needed to find our favorite POEM.

One of my favorite author is PHILIP GROSS.

My favorite poem by this author was PEOPLE IN CARS.

It is good because it express the bad part of a car and he tells how are the people,and this is my 2 favorite part of the poem.

Part 1 People in cars are gross
They have horns and their noisy as deaf

Part 2 People in cars are boring as an old film

Loneliness luca

Loneliness


As lonely as a dog
looking for its owner

As lonely as a child
walking in the rain

As lonely as a coat
hanging on its hook

As lonely as a boat
in the wild ocean

As wild as a wolf
howling in the twilight

As lonely as a miner
 working in the dark


Luca                                        

similies and metaphors by Luca

In class we have learnt about similies and metaphors and now i am going to share my knowledge through this blog.


Similies-If you use a similie you give an example of how that thing is like
     eg
        "as lonely as a boat
         in the ocean  "



Metaphors-A metaphor is when you treat an object like another one
     eg
        "prize porkers going to the market in cars"
This really doesn't mean that some porks are going to the market in cars but that some people are going to the market in cars while they dont know that the car will kill them like a pig going to the market and when he arrives there he is going to die.



                                                      Thankyou

reflection by Luca

Philip Gross

In class we have been studying poems and we had to find some good poems on the internet and the one that i liked best is called "People in cars" by Philip Gross.This poem shows how much he hates cars and he can communicate the anger with its words.I like it because it  has a lot of similies like "like prize porkers going to the market. 

Negative cars

In our class we have written some poems of different types. My favourite lines are: 

                                                                          The cars are extremely expensive
                                                                    They misspending money for filthy fuel
                                                                              They waste money for nothing 


Valentina Wang

Hunters first reflecion

I like poems because they have rhyme rhythm alliteration made up words and onomatopoeia and my favourite poem is Imagine because you can think of imagining anything you like so i wrote a poem about it and it was fun writing about it . I love ryming words in a story because sometimes they come out funny and the story can be funny as well.

Ewans poem

my name is Ewan i have been learning poetry for 2 weeks and its really fun.one of my favourite poem is called people in cars it talks about people in cars and how much he hates people in cars and what things do they do at certain ages, the guy is called Philip Gross and he is really funny i like him because he is funny his voice is cool and he said really funny things about things he doing.and another one i like is called Ebeneezer Bleezer by Jack Prelutsky and the one i liked was the ice cream one and he got all these flavours around the world then tried to rhyme it and its really long and cool I LOVE IT.

ILARIA'S NOTES

In class we rote some poems on food.This is my favourite line :                                                             

Pink and soft bobble gum,

Passion fruit, papaya, puking,plum.  

Gianandrea reflection

i like these lines because they have some rhythm and alot of alliteration  
pepper pickle pizza gum
candy carrot yucky rum

My name is Michelangelo and in class I have learnt about poetry now 2 weeks I am really enjoying it. One of the poems I liked more until Know is Ebeneezer Bleezer by Jack Prelutsky , I did one my version With my friend Ewan it is REALLY GOOD it has rhyme, alliteration and much other things I LOVE IT.   

Francesca's poem

Hi, my name is Francesca and I'm learning about poetry. This week we worked on creating poems. The best poems I wrote is the car one. I worked with Ilaria and because I liked it so much I memorized all.

"I cherish my car,

 I'm the queen of the road,

 It brings me where 

 I want to go.

 I'm gliding in my luxurious car,

 While losers are stuck outside

 Under the pouring rain

 Full of pain.

 I'm free in my car

 I don't have a boring person 

 That gives me orders

 I'm free to do whatever.

 Walking is slow and old-style

 Instead my car is a rocket

 Broom, broom, broom

 And I'm gone."

I hope you like it and let me know what you think.  

Samuele best poem

Hello my name is Samuele and my favourite poem is by:TONY MITTON 

My favourite POEM was MY HAT.

These are my favourite two lines of the POEM:

You wont fit in your bed
Your hat wont fit on your head.

hello my name is Virginia we are studying
poetry these are my favourite two lines.  
It hugs my hair
and warms my brain.
The title is My hat
By Tony Mitton

Mr Newell's Favourite Song Lyrics

"Shyness is nice,

but shyness can stop you,

from doing all the things in life

You'd like to..."

"Ask" by The Smiths