Power of Poetry

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Power of Poetry
Holy Trinity Primary School,
year six pupils summer 08
Holy Trinity Primary School year six pupils
summer 08
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Power of Poetry
This anthology of poetry explores the
theme of identity. It is the result of a project
between the Ethnic Minority Achievement Service
(EMAS) in Dorset, Holy Trinity Primary School,
Weymouth and poet-in-residence Louisa Adjoa
Parker.
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I am what I am and I cannot try to be someone
other than myself Year 6 girl
Power of Poetry all about identity
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Half of me Georgia Felton One day I am
loud and the next I am quiet I am half
outgoing and yet Im shy I am half
important and half not noticed I am half
heard and half silent I am half weird
and half not I am half bossy and half
thoughtful Maybe I am half childish and half
grown-up I am half here and half in a day
dream Sometimes I am half awake when I am half
asleep I am half with you and half with
them But altogether this is me
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Me! (edited) Alice I am half important and
half not important I am half fat half thin
and stick-like I am half my mum half my
dad angry and mad I am half African half
white I am half English half black, half
Jamaican my mum says Im white I am a tall
dark figure and half a light, short figure.
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Sometimes Im an angel. Becca Sometimes Im an
angel but quickly Im a devil One day Im awake
and the next asleep. Im half with my mum and
half with my dad Im loud yet sometimes you cant
hear a peep. Im half in love but my heart is
also half broke Im sort of nice and sort of
mean I can be girlie but only half Im a bit
crazy and a little bit serious But I suppose Im
only half average.
I cant help being me Occasionally Im peaceful
but I can be violent Im half nice and half
mean Im frequently silly but also clever Im
often happy but I can be sad Im great at maths
but rubbish as English One day Im sleepy and the
next day Im awake I cant help being me.
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Living half in shadow Charlie Painter Sometimes
Im half happy and other times half
sad Im always half enthusiastic but
also half reluctant Occasionally
Im half good but normally half evil
I am half as strong as a wrestler
however, I am half as weak as a mouse
Im normally half interesting but
sometimes half boring
but I am
always really really really really really LAZY But
I am glad I am my own person.
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London to Weymouth Danielle McDonnell Lived in
London, Weymouth next. Moving from place to
place London food to Weymouth food. Tasting both
different. London school to Weymouth
school Making different friends. Up times and
down times Everything isnt the same.
Too Long Sophie Adams Too long Ive
moved from house to house Been to too many
different school Why havent I kept my friends
more close, Write and phoned and kept in touch?
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Me Holly-Mae Sometimes Im Quiet Sometimes Im
Loud Maybe Im Kind Maybe Im Mean Im half
British Im half Egyptian One day
Im Pretty The next day Im not But thats me.
Me and Her Georgia Felton Too long Ive ran
away from you Being upset is what I do Why do I
bother when youre always there Too bad I havent
had my share So why cant I be that fair?
Confused I am half confused. Also sometimes I
have half mixed emotions, that I cant explain
which equals a rainbow of different colours. As
I am split up between my family this is the
reason why I feel mixed emotions.
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All black and white people have a history Year 6
girl

Power of Poetry all about memories
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Lanzarote Harry Lanzarote was a weird
place, full of molten rock. I went for a bus
ride, through old volcanoes. It was like being
on the moon but it was boiling hot.
Description of places Kieran Grass like a
football pitch, Trees as tall as towers. Slide,
slippery as a tiger after its bath, Leaping to
the stars on my trampoline. The fridge as cold as
a snowmans shelter, An oven burning like the
sun. Tumble-drier with a lions roar, The ping of
the microwave.
My Hide Away Katie Richens My mums arms are a
place of comfort and love I can always trust her
with my hearts desire She folds in me every
part Where my life is.
Senses Martin Brinsley The strong tang of
diesel, Young pine trees in summer, Melting ice
oozing through my hands, The echoes of music in
my head, Dreaming a dream that came true.
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Places Anisa At home, I am not alone. I have 3
brothers, A mum and a dad. So as you can see At
home, I am not alone In Bangladesh I have my
uncles And I have my aunties. I love them
all, But I love grandma the most.
Port Merion Charlie Painter Port Merion is the
city of gold A swarm of sculptures and statues I
walk along the pure white beaches The soft sand
flies between my toes Port Merion is the city of
gold.
When I went to.. Alice When I went to Wales, My
Gran and I played in the snow Would you believe
it began to glow? When I went to Bristol My Dad
and me were dancing You could even call it
prancing! When I went to Bournemouth The old
lady was fat, she squashed me And so did her cat!
Senses Becca Licking the cold, purple, French
oozing lolly Curly roots and gnarled
branches Barbecue cooking yummy, thick
sausages Scorching as I slipped onto the boiling
water.
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The Bathroom Tom Jones This is the room I least
care about. It has the dreaded toilet. The
laundry baskets full of smelly clothes And there
are hairs in the shower. My bed Sophie
Adams My bed is soft and comfy The duvet isnt
lumpy Its nice and warm, And in the morn I dont
feel quite so frumpy!
My house Abby Lenton I sleep there, I cry
there, I live there, I play there. In my house I
feel safe I feel alone.
My place The long grass The tall trees Mind the
glass, and Dont forget the raspberries.
Memories Niall Legg Sea water spraying on my
tongue Standing at the top, with the wind running
over my skin The hot smell of fresh, warm
bread The soft touch of a velvet rose, like a
blanket over the burning sun The sounds of dogs
barking Knowing my dog was going to die.
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A sour apple Jessie A sour apple on the tip of
my tongue A little bluebird flying alongside
me Scented candles on a cold, dark night Running
my fingers through my dogs fur My friends high
pitched laughter Me, running up never ending
stairs, Trying to find that exit.
Garden Tyler My garden is very small, But a
home to my rabbit. It is divided by a patio, And
surrounded by a huge fence. The grass is like the
felt on a snooker table.
My special places Enrico Cape Town
has. Mountains high and flat Buildings tall and
small The hottest of beaches And the coolest of
pools. London in a heatwave. The River Thames
evaporating, Eating heat and sweat. One step and
TIMBO Here comes Her Majesty.
My Memories Grant P My mums delicious, mouth
watering curry, Which sets my mouth on fire. A
succulent chocolate bar, that held my gaze First
time I smelled delicious spaghetti. My last,
magnificent, neck-breaking hug. Rustling trees
bending and swaying with the whistling wind.
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Poetry is a good medium to use to talk to
people Year 6 boy
Power of Poetry all about relationships
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When is a girl not a girl? Group poetry When is
a girl not a girl? When shes a make-up box When
is a girl not a make-up box? When she is ready to
go out When is a girl ready to go out? When shes
had a shower When would a girl have a shower? To
smell nice and perfumed Why would a girl want to
smell perfumed? When shes going to meet her
boyfriend Why would a girl go to see her
boyfriend? Because shes in love When is a girl
in love? When she is capable of being a make-up
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My Aunty Says Anisa My aunty says always work
hard My aunty says always try your best She says
dont cheat when you play cards My aunty says
look after your brother Play with your
brother Feed your brother Change your
brother Ive just had enough! The only thing I
like about my aunty Is when she says I love you.
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Our Sisters Rachel and Katie The brown eyed
girls Dancing down the streets of Weymouth One
Rebecca in two Flick their caramel hair But who
are they? Their sisters are best friends Thats
how they met Angels they look But beware, they
are devils in disguise But who are they? When
they get together They make a fantastic
team Inside out then you can see And in a flash
they kick off But who are they? TWINS (maybe)
When is my mum not my mum? Enrico When is my mum
not my mum? When my mum turns evil When does my
mum turn evil? When I make a mistake When do I
make a mistake? When I am nervous When am I
nervous? When I am bossed by my mum When am I
bossed by my mum? When I am doing nothing When
am I doing nothing? When my mum is not a mum.
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My Dog Harry Whiles When is a dog not a
dog? When hes running around in circles When is
a dog running around in circles? When hes
excited When is a dog excited? When he sees a
cat When does he see a cat? When he is
outside When is a dog outside? When he goes on a
walk When does a dog go on a walk? When hes
running around in circles.
The boy that sits behind me Sophie Theres a boy
that sits behind me every day in class And
frankly, the only thing he is, is a pain in
thebum. He flicks my ear He kicks my chair He
looks up my skirt to my underwear. He really
drives me crazy His auto-voice is never on
mute. But the worse thing about him is that I
think hes cute.
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My Sister Ellen May My sister is sinister Her
fists are balls of steel, Like a wrestlers. If
she was a scary film Shed be the monster, As
tough as a crystal. She makes everybody seem
sad. Shes the only person I know That could
scare the universe.
My Mum Says Holly Mae My mum says my sisters
wonderful She says shes helpful Shes a
brilliant child Shes this and that All you could
think of.. My mum says to me.. Do your best in
your work Make sure you eat your dinner all
up And nag, nag, nag But what I really like is
when she says I love you!

In a Fishs head Martin In a fishs head, there
is a light That doesnt work, in the night It
only works in the day, Because it was bought in
May It was bought in May, Because it was the
fishs birthday.
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