this is my kenning
 by Vivi

VIVI

choccolate eater
vegetables hater
lazyness lover
great singer

creative thinker
amasing blogger
animal keeper
excelente talker

brilliant dancer
fabulous eater
amaising worker
home time lover

fast skier
interesting reminder
home work hater
advance designer

dreadful soccer player
unimpressing tennisplayer
extraordinary vivi
impressing life

by Vivi

this is my kenning about my mum

mum 

book reader
home work helper
candy eater
tv watcher

awful singer
sweet kisser
dangerous driver
meat heater

pool lover
nappie changer
vacation lover
math monster

food buyer
book lover
intresting thinker
terrible game player

dreadfull soccerplayer
advance cook
miraculus mum
 vivi lover

my dad

My dad

Kenning

Game companion

Children carer

Embarrassing dancer

Homework helper

Holiday adorer

Computer worker

Fund creator

Mountain climber

Sudoku lover

Dangerous driver

Brilliant skier

Present buyer

Roulette player

Invincible Thinker

by

Luca

The Peaceful Panda kenning,, by Vali

The peaceful Panda

Kenning

Big Panda,

Peaceful Panda,

Slow Panda,

Lazy Panda,

Always hungry,

Always cheerful,

Bamboo mouthful,

Never angry,

Always playing,

Really admired,

Gets tired,

Starts sleeping,

In conclusion,

Only one,

Having fun,

No confusion!

By Vali ES5

 

 

 

 

 

Valentina The sound collector about the school

In the school


A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away

The shouting of the childrens ahhhh!
The wind blowing woooshh
The sound of the dice rolling ta ta ta
Childrens running p the stairs bum bum bum

Playing instruments bum bum cha!
The kids singing do re mi fa sol
Breathing all the time hoo haa hoo haa
Teachers knocking on doors knock knock

Putting a paper in the portfolio clink clink
Insects in the garden zzzz
The click of the pen ta ta
Childrens flipping some books trrrrr

Chairs and tables moving grrrrr!
Everybody clapping after assembly clap clap clap
Peoples sneezing ah ah ah achoooo!
Angry teachers slamming the door

Students always writing in the book
Telephones always ri ing ring ring
Everybody talks and look
Happy students swinging in the garden
And push each others on the swing

Every students have emotions
Crying, angry, pounding, laughing
Pulling out the tray to get books zshhh zshhh
Getting homework for the school

Put away everything ta dan
Packing bags ready for home time
Have a break and have some food mmm...
In the car and put the key in


By Valentina

This is a kenning about my cousin

                                                              Sabrina

                                                            Kind giver 
                                                           Perfect runner
                                                          Excellent skipper
                                                            Hard worker
                                                            Good singer
                                                           Holiday lover
                                                           Perfect listener
                                                           Chinease writer
                                                            Movie maker
                                                            Flower lover
                                                            Present giver
                                                           Present packer
                                                         Telephone player
                                                           Good messenger


By Valentina
                                                         

My kennin about my mum

                                                            Mum

                                                               Caring buyer
                                                              Decision maker
                                                               Good teacher
                                                             Homework helper
                                                               Excellent driver
                                                                Cloth washer
                                                                Elegant dresser
                                                             Enthusiastic cooker
                                                               Quiet motdriver
                                                               Perfect packer
                                                                Cake maker
                                                             Enthusiastic shopper




By Valentina
                                                             

Samuele keener poem

                                                               Samuele keener
                                                                     POEM


                                                                 Basket lover
                                                                 
                                                                 Hate homework

                                                                 English studier                                                                         

                                                                 Food passion

                                                                 Italian speaker

                                                                 English speaker

                                                                 Toy lover




                                               FAMILY LOVER

Samuele disco, The sound collector

                                                                   Disco, The Sound Collector

                   
                      
   A stranger called this morning
   Dressed all in black and grey
   Put every sound into a bag
   And carried them away

   The music from the stereo
   The clinching of the glasses
   The lalala from the microphone
   And the footsteps of the people
 
   The slamming of the door!BAM!
   The shouting from the people!AAHH!
   The gulp of the drinks
   The chicka chicka of the dj
 
   The mmmb of the phone
   The hahaha of the mans
   The hihihi of the ladies
   And the crunching by the body guards

  A stranger called this morning
  He didn't leave his name
  Left us only silence
  Life will never be the same

My kenning Francesca

Computer genious
Fashion lover
Great stylist
Boots wearer

Homework hater
Studying detester
Bad tidier
Kind helper

Football watcher
Music listener
Hug giver
Boston-celtics supporter

Good musician
Terrific dancer
Life admirer
Curious traveler

Promise keeper
Holiday relaxer
Grandpa misser
Grandma admirer

Hippopotamus

Hippopotamus what a state
100 kilos over weight
Someone should tell him to do a diet
Maybe you would like to try it

by Mr Newell

kennings by Ewan

lego monster

mechano demand

robot lover

magnificent art

creative imagination

hilarious joker

admire holidays 

hate homework

collect rubbers

 love family 

kennings by Ewan

kennings  of Ewan by mum

ducky cuddler

busy bee

story bird stalker

best brother

humming bird

lego legend

kind hearted

crafty consumer

scrumptious scrumplet

thoughtful son

funny friend 

ISB ELEMENTARY POETRY : NIRVANA Not much chance, completely cut loose from...

ISB ELEMENTARY POETRY : NIRVANA
Not much chance, completely cut loose from...: NIRVANA Not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to so...

Kennings mum Hunter

Silver fish

mine craft maniac

fast runner

fanta guzzler

night owl

soccer slave

silly sausage

sensitive thinker

unusual humour

alluring eyes

Grandad (RIP)

Grandad(RIP)

This a poem to remember all the qualities of my grandad. He died a few years ago. My grandparents lived at the other side of the country so we only saw them two or three times a year but they were always the best weeks of the year( not just because they lived by the sea ). I cannot imagine a better grandad. I don't think I ever heard him raise his voice and he always had time for his grandchildren- me and my brother and sister. 

Garden lover
Veggie grower
Crafty carpenter
Boomerang thrower

Bird watcher
Seaside dweller
Sun worshipper
Story teller

Sunday cyclist
Biscuit muncher
Hug giver
Sweet cruncher

Patient fisher
Peace keeper
Sweet giver
Harvest reaper

Loving husband
Cliff top walker
Smooth driver
Gentle talker

Bird feeder
Model maker
Lawn mower
Dead leaf raker

Seed sower
Early riser
Kid carrier
Older wiser

By Mr Newell

Kennings me by Hunter

creative thinker

helpful person

perfect painter

amazing actor

jaw dropping athletic

sensational singer

brilliant boxer

team player

rapid reader

funny person

I've Got a Golden Ticket

I never thought my life could be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me

'Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden twinkle in my eye

I never had a chance to shine
Never a happy song to sing
But suddenly half the world is mine
What an amazing thing

'Cause I've got a golden ticket
It's ours, Charlie
I've got a golden sun up in the sky

I never thought I'd see the day
When I would face the world and say
Good morning, look at the sun
I never thought that I would be
Slap in the lap of luxury'
Cause I'd have said it couldn't be done
But it can be done

I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless, it's there that I'm
Shortly about to be

'Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket, it's a golden day

Good morning, look at the sun'
Cause I'd have said it couldn't be done
But it can be done

I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless, it's there that I'm
Shortly about to be

'Cause I've got a golden ticket'
Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket, it's a golden day 

Roald Dahl

I choose this because its talks about how happy he is that has got an golden ticket, and he wants to show it to his friend  Chiarlie, and sing about it.

 

Valentina 

Angel of death

In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the sight
He was looking at me
The summer's heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill

My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet'r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp'ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill

I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of death at his kill

Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz'n be
Mem'ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill

I choose this because, I like some of the poems of death so this is one that i like.
I like it because, is talks about a person that saw an angel of death and he wrote how was he all those feelings.

Valentina 


 

    

Hot and cold

A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.

Said I, not being very old,
'By golly gosh, you must be cold!'

'No, no!' she cried. 'Indeed I'm not!
I'm feeling devilishly hot!' 

Roald Dahl

valentina

this is my mums favorite poem because it talks
about how important are children .

Your children are not your children .
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for it self .
They come through you but not from you ,
and though they are with you yet they belong not to you .
You may give them your love but not your thoughts ,
for they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but their souls;
for their  souls dwell in the house of to-morrow, which
you cannot visit , not even in your dreams .
You may strive to be like them , but seek not to make them like  you .
For life goes not backwards nor tarries with yesterday .
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
           
                       
       BY VIVI

my  smugly car by vivi

this is my car poem and it talks about
how cars can be such a negative thing

My smugly car

Cars pollute the world 
The cars are damaging
Cars are weapons  
better be watchful

Cars produce CO 2 
This means global warming
ice ice melting 
wa wa  water rising 

People in cars
think they are in their own  world
they feel like kings 
the small ones are ugly

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

So now do you understand ?
The future depends on you                                     by vivi
You need to treat
the planet like a baby

                                                         MY DOG NUTELLA BY MICHELANGELO





my dog Nutella
is really funny
he always wants to play
with lots of games:
balls, mini balls,bicicles,
soccer balls, basket balls,
tennis, hats and pens
and lots of other games.
He's brown and tall
he's not that small.
He likes to do walks
and when he's angry he talks.
He likes to eat
whatever he sees
But hes always and anyway
the best dog in the world!

my first poem (martina)

In class we had been looking at Ebenezer Bleezer:

Bleezer's Ice Cream

I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
there are flavors in my freezer
you have never seen before,
twenty-eight divine creations
too delicious to resist,
why not do yourself a favor,
try the flavors on my list:

COCOA MOCHA MACARONI
TAPIOCA SMOKED BALONEY
CHECKERBERRY CHEDDAR CHEW
CHICKEN CHERRY HONEYDEW
TUTTI-FRUTTI STEWED TOMATO
TUNA TACO BAKED POTATO
LOBSTER LITCHI LIMA BEAN
MOZZARELLA MANGOSTEEN
ALMOND HAM MERINGUE SALAMI
YAM ANCHOVY PRUNE PASTRAMI
SASSAFRAS SOUVLAKI HASH
SUKIYAKI SUCCOTASH
BUTTER BRICKLE PEPPER PICKLE
POMEGRANATE PUMPERNICKEL
PEACH PIMENTO PIZZA PLUM
PEANUT PUMPKIN BUBBLEGUM
BROCCOLI BANANA BLUSTER
CHOCOLATE CHOP SUEY CLUSTER
AVOCADO BRUSSELS SPROUT
PERIWINKLE SAUERKRAUT
COTTON CANDY CARROT CUSTARD
CAULIFLOWER COLA MUSTARD
ONION DUMPLING DOUBLE DIP
TURNIP TRUFFLE TRIPLE FLIP
GARLIC GUMBO GRAVY GUAVA
LENTIL LEMON LIVER LAVA
ORANGE OLIVE BAGEL BEET
WATERMELON WAFFLE WHEAT

I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
taste a flavor from my freezer,
you will surely ask for more.

 

Jack Prelutsky

 

We used Jack Prelutsky's idea to make our own poem with food and rhimes this one is mine:

 

Here’s the lunch at twelve o’clock

Radish before albicoc

But if you prefer black berry

We have only straw berry

A salad with lovely red tomato

With a dirty yellow patato

What about a sweet nice toffee

With a nice bitter coffee

Pasta pumkin water melon

Is the same as the ancient melon

At school you can eat a plum

But I don’t want to see buble gum

NIRVANA

Not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose,

he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere.
And it began to snow.

And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills and the passengers entered.
And he sat at the counter with the others, and he ordered, the food arrived.
And the meal was particularly good.
And the coffee.

The waitress was unlike the women he had known.
She was unaffected, and there was a natural humor which came from her.
And the fry cook said crazy things.
And the dishwasher in back laughed a good clean pleasant laugh.

And the young man watched the snow through the window.
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there.
And it would always stay beautiful there.

And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board.
And the young man thought: "I'll just stay here, I'll just stay here."
And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus.
He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window.
And then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hills.

And the young man looked straight forward.
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things,
or they were reading or trying to sleep.
And they hadn't noticed the magic.
And the young man put his head to one side,
closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.

There was nothing else to do,
just to listen to the sound of the engine,
and the sound of the tires
in the snow.

My dads favourite poet is Charles Bukowski. He likes the way he writes so naturally and the simple topics he chooses. He also likes Tom Waits who's songs are like poems. He has chosen a poem by Bukowski on youtube that Waits narrates.
Hunter Dowd

THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stockhorse snuffs the battle with delight.


There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up -
He would go wherever horse and man could go.
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins;
For never horse could throw him while the saddle girths would stand,
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.


And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast,
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony - three parts thoroughbred at least -
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die -
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.


But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, "That horse will never do
For a long a tiring gallop - lad, you'd better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you."
So he waited sad and wistful - only Clancy stood his friend -
"I think we ought to let him come," he said;
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred.


"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough,
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."

Ewan Dowd

Clancy of the Overflow

Clancy of The Overflow 
by Banjo Paterson 

I had written him a letter which i had, for want of better knowledge, sent to where i met him own the Lachlan, years ago,
he was shearing when i knew him, so i sent the letter to him,
just''on spec'', addressed as follows, ''Clancy, of The Overflow''.

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And i think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)  
Twas hiss shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim i will quote it: 

''Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where 

we are.''

by Ewan Dowd