Kids who lazily fall out of bed Kids who eat their breakfast half asleep Kids who do RANDOM Kids who can’t find their books in the morning Kids who eat their delicious lunches and talk in the hallway Kids who giggle in class Kids who swing on their chairs Kids who write in pen and end up tippexing it all out Kids who make up crazy excuses about homework Kids who run to the door anxious to go home Kids who lean against the radiator and talk before school starts Kids who play football every day Kids with mucky knees Kids who support football teams Kids who think they’re dinosaurs Kids who want to be finished first at everything Kids who love to draw Kids who count the seconds until home time Kids like me. Class Poem 2013/14 I I I I I can can can can can smell……… hear……… taste………. touch/feel……….. see………… 5 senses Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer (reindeer) had a very shiny nose (Oh really) and if you ever saw it (saw it) you would even say it glows. (like s lightbulb) All of the other reindeer (reindeer) used to laugh and call him names (Like Pinochio) They never let poor Rudolph (Rudolph) play in any reindeer games. (Like monopoly) Then one foggy Christmas eve Santa came to say: (On the telephone) "Rudolph with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Then all the reindeer loved him (loved him) as they shouted out with glee (Yipee), Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, you'll go down in history! Down Down Down In HISTORY Dad got a tree me and my mam were full of glee My mam said there is a reason for the season The children were in their beds sleeping of their heads. The slay on the roof went boom zoom vroom I heard a big bang and sat up in fright I looked out the window and saw a beaming light Santa went up so far he could touch a star Prancer danced on the ice eating icy rice I gave Santa a bucket of jelly and he filled his belly I love Christmas Christmas is fun It’s when Jesus was born It’s watching movies all day long It’s……………… It’s……………… It’s……………… It’s……………… It’s……………… It’s……………… That’s why I love Christmas The Grinch Whoville Your addresse 18/12/2015 Dear Grinch, I disagree with you about Christmas. It is not just about presents here is what it’s about.….. Yours sincerely Mr. Harten An entrance to a secret tunnel A giant ball of Brie A bankrupt balloon Debris from an abandoned space mission A lost planet looking for love A magic bubble of light A once a month show-off A moody wanderer and An intruder that won’t go away. Class poem 2011 Winter’s when Pipes freeze; Noses sneeze; Twigs snap; Lips chap; Birds hide; Feet slide; Tears quiver; Legs shiver; Can’t run; No sun – Brr-rrr! Actual photo of a football game during the truce of 1914 Black is the anger in an eagles eye. A night sky howling The fear that haunts you when you least expect It is jealousy streaming through pitiful faces A bitter east wind that chills the bones And an unfaithful friend. Around the garden shed Across the cold stream Over the flowerbed Under the arched trees Between the bare branches Through the dewed cobwebs Below the washing line Above the frosted grass In front of fast cars And away from the abandoned tree Where they started Happiness diary 7th November 2014 I’d buy a Ferrari and go on a safari. I’d buy a school and lets the kids rule. I’d buy a horse (and eat it of course) I’d buy a hundred acres of greenery. I’d buy cars and fly to the stars I’d go to Spain in my private plane. I’d buy a school and build a pool. I’d buy a game and go insane. I’d make a mess and pick up the stress I’d go to Turkey, have a Turkey, go back to Turkey, have another Turkey and go back with 32 more. I’d buy a new dog but not a tiny frog I’d go on a cruise and eat chocolate moose. I’d buy a V8 so I wouldn’t be late. I’d go gaga like Lady GaGa I’d buy an Uzi and shoot it into a Jacuzzi I’d buy a game and I won’t be lame 4th class 2014 I wish…… I really wish….. I wish with all my heart…… I’d buy a fancy suit I’d buy my mum the house she dreams of I’ll dance around and make my own town I’d build my own city and there would be no school what a pity I’d buy a plane and fly to Slane I would buy Messi to be my father I’d buy a girlfriend I’d buy a Lamborghini an be Mr. Speedy I’d buy 101 hampsters I’d fly a broom to Timbucktoo I’d buy a chocolate Jacuzzi “Everything has a value, provided it appears at the right place at the right time. It’s a matter of recognising that value, that quality, and then to transform it into something that can be used. If you come across something valuable and tuck it away metaphorical suitcase, there’s sure to come a moment when you can make use of it.” Jurgan Bey “The creative mind plays with the objects it loves”. Carl Jung All art begins with play. Children draw and colour in pictures. Actors pretend to be someone else, dress up and play that part, storytellers tell jokes, singers sing and dancers dance wherever they find themselves. Question: How do we make writers out of children? Answer: Give them the tools and let them play. It is very important to read poetry as well as stories to children. Make a collection of poetry books in your class library and read them as often as you can. Keep a collection of your favourite ones in a folder. These can be based on themes like food, friendship, The Seasons, Christmas, Halloween, Humour etc. Encourage children to buy a poetry book. Anthologies are best . Keep copies of children’s work. If you repeat an exercise you can say: Here is a poem Jessie wrote last year. “Poetry helps students ........ because it gives their minds an exhilarating workout, it inspires students to read more, imagine more, think more, discuss more and write more.” None of the ideas that you will hear or see today are totally new. Many of them have been pilfered, borrowed, altered and stolen from other writers or artists. These are all ideas that I have tried out. Some have worked, some haven’t, but the doing of them was time well spent. Words Phrases Ideas Stories Forms Rhyme Rhythm Experiences Put the children in pairs. Give them a word and its meaning on a card. Ask them to make up two “new” meanings to the word and get the others to guess which meaning is true. Landau (a) The cork in the centre of a golf ball (b)A horse drawn carriage (c)The ring you tie boats to on a pier. Make a list of compound words. Play ground / air port / jelly fish news/paper /class room/ out side Make up a story using these words but joining them back to front. Sideout the school gate I found a papernews. The headlines told the story of a giant fishjelly that was found in the groundplay. I gathered them up and brought them to the portair where I sold them to a manfire. This is a great way to get children writing. Write a name or a topic vertically down the page and begin each line with the first letter Might as well Admit that I Rarely wear Yellow The Longest Day The Shoes Of The Fisherman The day I first met her I wore two odd Shoes. One was black and made Of paper. The other was blue and smelled like a Fishermans socks An elephant is as Wrinkled as an old woman’s hands As slow as a submarine As proud as a finch As grey as a tornado As wise as an owl As heavy as a mountain As stately as a queen upon her throne and As sensitive as a butterfly I’d rather be hot than cold I’d rather be young than old I’d rather be bought than sold Choose a theme. Seaside, Picnic, at school, on the farm etc. Start with a persons name or just a letter. Seaside A attemped to climb the cliffs B built a sandcastle C covered herself with sand D dived into the sea. This is simple poem to get you thinking about adjectives. The Ministers cat is an angry cat and his name is Angelo. The Ministers cat is a brazen cat and her name is...................... The ministers cat is a careful cat and his name is cuddles The Artist ant is an awkward ant and his name is Angle. The Bricklayers bulldog is a ..............bulldog and his name is...................... The Curators canary is a cute canary and her name is Cricket The red rose The yellow bananas The and The and The and ministers cat is an a….cat his name is A…. ministers cat is a b……cat her name is B….. ministers cat is a c……cat his name is C…. Breakfast For One Hot thick crusty buttery toast Buttery toasty thick hot crust Crusty buttery hot thick toast Crusty thick hot toasty butter Thick hot buttery crusty toast Toasty buttery hot thick crust Hot buttery thick crusty toast With marmalade is how I like it most The Artist ant is an awkward ant and his name is Angle. The Bricklayers bulldog is a ..............bulldog and his name is...................... The Curators canary is a cute canary and her name is Cricket Wife of Alan Mother of Megan, Keeva, Darragh Reader of books Walker of beaches Baker of delicious cakes Eater of pizza Owner of Max/Bradly/Buster Writer of birthday cards Lover of sleep/family/chocolate Runner of 5k’s Payer of bills/ESB/telephone/SV Listeners of LMFM;/I Radio Watcher of Disney, Casualty/Fair City/Emmerdale/Friends/ Changer of nappies Wiper of noses Cleaner of the house Washer of dishes Driver of BMW/Toyota/Audi/VW/Peugeot Admirer of art/ Drinker of tea/coffee/wine/cappacino Nowhere is children’s lack of vocabulary more evident than in their choice of verbs, especially those associated with “movement” and “speaking”. There are three hundred verbs to describe movement.. Make a “word cloud” of all the movement and speaking words. www.wordle.com Every child should have access to a thesaurus as well as a dictionary. Read a poem and ask the children to count how many movement/speaking words were used. Never ever repeat a word. In the classroom: Alan argued .............................. Brian boasted ........................... Ciara cried ................................ Donal danced............................ Change theme: Sports Day/On the Farm/At the Beach This is a fun exercise but it does capture children’s interest. The “poem” itself can be a nonsense verse, but stress how alliteration can be very effective if used sparingly. Give examples in selected poems. When reading children’s work point up the alliteration. Children should be encouraged to use the dictionary . The fact that the poems do not have to make sense makes children more adventurous and adds to the surreal quality of the poems. Each line may start with a number: One wiggly walrus won a wonderful weapon Two thin tailors tied tomatoes to Tommy’s teddy Begin each line with letters in alphabetical order. Invent five imaginary people whose Christian name and surname is the same. Ryan Ryan Brian O Brien Anna Mc Anna Kelly Kelly Write a poem which begins with the line: Sitting at the top of a tall tree Watching badgers busily bustling Watching squirrels scrambling secretly Watching ...... The child should try to employ alliteration but not force it. Each line can highlight a different sound. Sitting on a cloud Listening to.................. Slimy sloppy slippy sticky gooey, Sloppy slippy slimy gooey sticky, Gooey slimy sticky sloppy slippy Slippy sloppy sticky slimy gooey Sticky gooey sloppy slippy sticky Everything we know we perceive through the senses. We hear, see smell, taste and smell the world around us. Listen Can you hear the infants playing? Listen Can you hear the children clapping? Listen Can you hear the telephone ringing? Listen Can you hear the tin-whistles screeching? Paint the noise of a vulture Slide down a rainbow on a drizzly summers evening Hear the elderberries shy flowers open Understand where dreams go at night Listen to the joy of the oak in spring And keep the moons shimmering light in a jar by my bed. Class poem This is one of my favourite poems because it captures the essence of poetry, looking and listening. Children can write a similar poem about the sounds in school, at the beach or on the farm. Similar poems can be written about all the senses. If the class find a particular topic difficult to write about, ask each child to write just three or four lines. Then ask each child to contribute just one line or their favourite line to a class poem. Write this on the board and each child can copy it into their poetry copy. A stranger called this morning Dressed all in black and grey Put every sound into a bag And carried them away. The whistling of the kettle The turning of the lock The purring of the kitten The ticking of the clock The popping of the toaster The crunching of the flakes When you spread the marmalade The scraping noise it makes The hissing of the frying-pan The ticking of the grill The bubbling of the bathtub As it starts to fill The drumming of the raindrops On the window-pane When you do the washing up The gurgle of the drain The crying of the baby The squeaking of the chair The swishing of the curtain The creaking of the chair A stranger called this morning He didn’t leave his name Left us only silence Life will never be the same. Maddening ring of the clock that was not turned off. Television mumbling in the next room. Wheezing cough. Grumbling of a late night teenager. Flicking of the lighter. Unanswered telephone A heavy sigh released Pounding feet Guilt whispering that she blames me. Gulping water Buzzing of the lawnmower. Humming of the air conditioner. Scratching paws of my cat. Blaring voices. Who turned up the television? Thump, thump from the heart beat in my temple. Hip hop from the bathroom. High pitched drone seeping from the computer. Uncertain clang. Rustling covers being pulled up over my head. Silence. Rewrite a common nursery rhyme leaving out a selected letter: Humpty Dumpty without the “L” Jack and Jill without the “R” The………of The………of The………of The………of the……… the……… the……… the……… I like the smell of a cinnamon candle late on a Winters night The taste of a juicy apple fresh from a sun baked orchard The sound of a fire crackling away on a windy night The fluffy feeling of a warm woollen blanket and The sight of sunset behind orange clouds. Shane Farrelly I don’t like to see rubbish thrown on the side of the road I don’t like to hear adults argueing I don’t like to smell burning rubber I don’t like to taste chilli with chocolate and I don’t like to feel my bed cold at night What I like about school is holidays What I hate about school is bullies What I like about home is my bed What I hate about home is washing dishes What I like about Christmas is mince pies What I hate about Christmas is ................... A kenning is an Old Norse technique for describing something in a new and colourful way without using its proper name. We use these everyday without even noticing it. Ice box, firewater, road-runner etc The kenning can be made into a poem or each child can contribute a line to a class poem. Chickens A chicken is a..... Head –Bopper Sly-sneaker Straw-lover Confident-walker Attention-seeker Tail-quiffer Cheeky-peeker Cautious –approacher Danger-dreader Neck-stretcher Head-twitcher Tense-hatcher Comfort-seeker High-head-holder Loud-clucker Tense-sleeper Egg-warmer Restless-runner Seed-finder Fox-hater Curious-overseer And a flightless-fidgetter This is a word game that depends on chance. Random ideas can sometimes produce something original and occasionally beautiful. Children enjoy the unique and unusual mixtures that arise. This sort of game helps to break down inhibitions and open up all sorts of possibilities. Write a sentence beginning with the word “if” If books could sing If potatoes grew on trees If the sun fell on us Write a sentence with the word “would” in it. The snow would turn to cheese The pane of glass would break The pudding would burn in the oven Put them together as a verse in pairs. If books could sing The snow would turn to cheese If potatoes grew on trees The pane of glass would break If the sun fell on us The pudding would burn in the oven about above across after against along among around before behind below beneath beside besides between Beyond down During following for from in inside into like near off on onto opposite outside over past round to Toward under Underneat h until up Upon Get Get Get Get Get Get Get Get Get Get Get Get smart to it lost away sense started a life over it lucky set along your facts right A more abstract approach would be to write about what the colour made them feel or what images the colour conjured up in their minds. What feeling would this colour be. What object does it bring to mind. What weather does it remind you of. What smell would it be. What would the emotion be if it was a sense/feeling/taste/smell/soun d. Hate Is coal black Tastes like raw garlic Feels like a wet ball hitting you in the face Sounds like long nails scratching a blackboard And looks like blue moulded bread. Try another emotion like love/joy/loneliness Around the garden shed In the woods for a walk On top of the Leaning Tower of Piza Around the World In caterpillars tummies Through the farmers shed On top of houses Into crystal clear water Over the river In the water gutters Beside an old house They go back home Below the trees Everywhere On top of the grass They stick to hedgehog’s spikes 3rd class 2014 A Ferrari at top speed The first person to walk on Mars in his bare feet A rare vintage car The star of the new James Bond movie The author of the latest popular teenage novel A cutglass chandelier Best selling song on iTunes (1 noun) (2 adjectives) (3 Adverbs) (4 verbs) Spaghetti Thin,soft, Silently,slowly,easily, Slipping,sliding,slithering,disappearing. This is a great game for helping children play with words and language. Use a repeated pattern to help emphasise the idea of writing interesting sentences. In my magic box there is an awkward aardvark In by magic box there is a bright blue bee In my magic box there is a cute creeping camel. Other sentence starters are : I like to look at.... I sat on a tree looking/listening to... Come with me and I’ll show you ..... It’s a secret but......... In the room of dreams I saw .............. I wish I could......... A pencil cannot dance Only on a sheet of paper A pencil can’t eat, It’s on a diet and the parer is helping it. A pencil cannot read, Even though it goes to school A pencil cannot attack you, Even though it has a sharp point Ursula Sheridan There could be a World War Three I could miss an offer to be a Hollywood star A bee army might take over the world, The sun could turn cold I might miss a call to save a life The universe might shrink All the sweets might go missing One Direction could be forgotten. Ella Byrne Love is vibrant pink It sounds like a gentle sea lapping It looks like a glowing fire It feels fuzzy and warm It smells like a freshly baked cake And it tastes like a mug of hot chocolate On a cold night. Ryan Brennan 2010 Love feels like puppies Love tastes like chocolate brownies Love is like a thousand roses falling from the sky Love sounds like joy Love feels like no homework Love is love at the end of the day Love is like a hole in your heart that is just after being filled Love sounds like heart beats Love smells like fresh chocolate muffins Love sounds like the ocean Love is about a bit of romance Love smells like deodorant and cheap perfume Love is not about a present or a card Love smells like the way to a new life Love feels like teddy bear hearts Love looks like a red rose Love smells like a pile of roses Love is a wonderful feeling Love sounds like birds singing Love looks like a glowing star in the night sky Love looks like a shooting star bursting into a thousand marshmallows Love looks like holding hands Love sounds like a thousand waves crashing through the sky Love feels like lying down on a thousand beds 3rd/4th class 2016 Love is the hole in your heart being re-filled Love tastes like melted butter Smells like a scented rose Sounds like a sweet lullaby Love is new beginnings. Lauren Thayers 2010 Love is bright and love is light A red cloud that brings families together Is a feeling of happiness Is as warm as a hot water bottle Is an open door to life Is a new beginning Is a sugary donought Is brighter than the sun Is like a rose beautiful but sore Is making you a better person Is an unexpected feeling Is brighter than a passage way to heaven Is worth anything Is unknown 4th class 2014 I love you more than the painter loves to paint the sun loves to shine the cow loves its calf the Dictionary loves its words and the clouds love to rain Grace Taite The umbrella loves the rain The dog loves the kennel The ball loves the goal The brush loves the paint The author loves the book The teacher loves to teach The mouth loves to taste The fox loves the hunt The camera loves the flash The fire loves the fuel and The flute loves its notes. Hate is cold black It tastes like raw garlic Smells like burning rubber Feels like a wet ball hitting you in the face Sounds like long nails scratching the blackboard And looks like blue moulded bread. Brona Keating Never leave your web Look out for danger lurking in every corner Stay away from frogs Dangle from a strong thread Avoid bath tubs Scare children and adults Be patient Beware of house proud people Don’ t trust other arachnids and Sparkle in the morning dew. Megan Smith It is a known condition that when you begin to pay attention to something you’ve never really looked at before, you will begin to see it everythere. You eventually begin to feel as if the thing is out to find you, instead of the other way around. Avoid spine chilling sharks Smile at pretty mermaids Bite the bait not the hook Play hide and seek in colourful coral with your fishy friends Explore ancient shipwrecks Be alert at all time When you hear the music of jaws, swim away And Blow bubbles all day long. Leah McCabe This is just to say I have kidnapped The sweet That was in the office And which You were probably Saving For your lunch It was a weak moment that I had So bad And so delicious. Grace Slide down the stairs on a tray Beat your Dad at chess before he goes to work Ride a horse all day long Push a teddy down the stairs Plan your list for Santa Read the Celt Learn to say “I love you”, in Japanese Drink a cup of tea while riding on a pigs back Eat a bowl of fruit while walking on a treadmill Have tea with Michael D Paint your dogs toenails bright red Eat freezing ice-cream on a cold day Go fishing in the nearest lake Mix Ribena and orange juice together Figure out why people say “and pigs will fly” Think of your dream holiday Listen secretly to your brothers talking. Class Poem 2011 Your name Your friends The steering wheel of a car The banister of a staircase Your senses as long as you can A pencil when writing this poem Your phone when calling a friend A tissue when blowing your nose A knife and fork The answer to a question at a table quiz A branch when climbing a tree And a favourite memories from the past. Is it the rooster ?, No for he is the most proud of animals Is it the goat?, No for he is the most protective of animals Is it the donkey?, No, for he is the most foolish of animals. Is it the cow? No, for she is the most secretive of animals. Is it the horse? No, for he is the most humble of animals Is it the duck? No for she is the most pathetic of animals. Is it the sheep? No, for he is the most excitable of animals. Is it the bull? No, for he is the most unpredictable of animals. Is it the goose? No, for she is the most absent minded of animals. Is it the dog? Yes. For your dog is with you through thick and thin. The The The The teddy says: Cuddle cow says: Hay rain says: Puddle farmer says: Tae The The The The car says: Rev bike says: Ride tractor says: Bale engine says: Drive The The The The scrum says: Engage try says: Win forward says: Ruck ref says: Bin The fish apologises for not getting caught, but for eating your worm The cloud apologies for blocking the sun The wind apologies for knotting your hair The sun apologises for melting your ice cream and burning your skin The moon apologises for making destructive waves The rain apologises for spoiling your day The fox apologises for taking your helpless chickens The rat apologises for spreading diseases The puppy apologises for chewing the curtain And I apologise for harming nature. 5th and 6th class 2011-2012 Two poor women were picking potatoes On a silent empty hill Tired and thirsty. One would dig And the other would put them into Her tattered old sack The picker worked With bony hands And aching back The digger A lonely daydreamer Stared At the vast blue ocean Noreen Porter Come spring and bring love and happiness Bring warm coats to bare trees Bring pride to a bed of roses Bring fragile butterflies to life Bring chirping birds to overhead wires Bring colours to our window Bring cloudless night skies Bring back waking animals Bring hope to a land of blue and grey and Open the world’s shy eyes. Michelle Taite Cross N.S. 2010 Come spring and bring mouth watering heat To melt away winter paleness and bring warmth and light. Come April showers to cool the air And soften the cold clay, Come giant rainbows And bring colour and personality to lonely flowers. Come flamboyant lambs And introduce yourself to the world. Come excited birds And teach me new songs to sing in the morning. Come roses and bring love and happiness to our loved ones , And come full moons to remind us tomorrow is a new day. Jessie Fairchild 6th Class 2010 Dark is the new light In a blackout, War is the new peace If you’re a crazy soldier, Old is the new new But only on e-Bay Wobbly is the new stable If you’re a newborn calf Fast is the new slow When you’re late for work Jazz is the new funk If you’re a musician Down is the new up If you’re afraid of heights Irish is the new English If you want to confuse your teacher and Heels are the new flat Especially if you’re short Class Poem Forget it You must be joking I’m a mythical creature, I don’t understand English I’m made out of lego I ate a poisoned sausage An bhfuil céad agam dul ….. I bent down broke my back and got stuck to blue tac I’m paper blind An feidir liom deoch a fhail All my books rode off on a unicorn I hate my hand A wasp stung me…ah.. I hit my finger with a mallet I was stuck in the bathroom My pencil turns to dinner when it touches paper If I touch my pencil I will die I got expelled Sorry can’t hear you I was too busy daydreaming of me running into the goal post and everyone laughing What’s a poem? I have brain damage I’m tired……. Zzzzzzz Lava touched my hands I have frost bite My cat jumped out of my bag and bit my finger off! An anvil fell on my hand In these shoes! PJ got sick on my books Ok the last one was a lie 3rd/4th class October 2015 Autumn our season of harvest I see……. I hear……. I smell….. I touch….. I taste….. Friendship is about packing someone’s parachute for them Friendship is about……….. Friendship is about……….. Friendship is about……….. Friendship is about……….. Granddad Wife of Bridie Father of Marie, Teresa, Brian & Thomas Hugger of grandchildren Councillor of Cavan Co. Co. Campaigner of fixing potholes Master of one liners Reader of newspapers Lover of Westerns especially Shane Supporter of Manchester United Eater of buns Mixer of concrete Climber of scaffolding Turner of hay Leveller of land Expert of JCB’s Saver of money Follower of faith Head of the household A big oak has fallen in the forest Our Dad