Penny Authors (PA) & their poem 1-2
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Kids Can Rule
By Paul Harvey
Look at the children
They’ll show us the way
These souls want us to know that
That’s where to begin
Like taking a shower
We wash and we sing
Forgetting the hassle
Which is the cause of?
Most sins
The troubles
Diseases
We call it our age
Look at it from their point.
Most problems
They will fade
They’re happy we know this
Can’t take that from them
Just wait till tomorrow
They’ll shake you
Once again
The Halloweeen Poem
By
Zainab Khan
Halloweeen,
Halloweeen
Oh! scary halloweeen
October you scary
month
Why do we have you?
You're scary as a horror movie and a real monster.
All of the frightening stuff scares me
I shake so much that
I want my adorable cute cat to hug me.
But, what I love about lovely halloweeen is
that you go out on trick or treat and get sweets,
and after you come home you relax calmly
I love halloweeen
Happy halloweeen!
Childhood Laughter
By Mayar Akash
When I found kindness and comfort
I started to open up
My grey shadows slowly started to disappear
as happiness and laughter took over
My mind eased as sadness ceased.
As warmth and gaiety christened my soul
my heart filled with hopes
For once my sadness and sorrow left me,
singing merrily with the sun shining in my life.
For once I had the taste of sincere warmth
one big happy family, not mine to call it; my own
but, where I temporarily found my childhood suspended:
lingering with fear of,
condemnation, ridicule, obligation, acceptance, freely sharing my thoughts.
My childhood laughter that stood in the dark,
as the light shone pass my childhood years.
Happiness joined my childhood laughters
which stood in the dark for so long,
As I took happiness for granted
harsh words fermented,
penetrated my mind's barriers .
Naturally closed and retained the unattained childhood,
now I need to pay for having a piece of childhood happiness.
You are Beautiful!
By Isaac Harvey
Was playing an online
game
and I was in a chat room
with a really good friend.
We were talking and
somebody randomly comes in and says
‘I’m ugly’ or something
a long them lines.
Then my friend says
‘You’re beautiful as everyone is’
and I was like
‘I need to write about this’.
Everyone is beautiful!
Whatever you may say or
what someone may tell you…
you are beautiful.
Don’t let haters bring
you down,
defeat them by spreading
your beauty and ignoring them.
Wow that really sounded
cheesy,
forget what I just said
and I want you to go out there and be positive about yourself.
Just because you may not
look as good as David Beckham
or Kim Kardashian
doesn’t mean you are ‘ugly’
you just unique and
should be proud!
Once
Ellis Dixon-King
Once on a lined piece of
paper tucked under his mattress
he wrote a poem called
“tuckers bridge”
because that was the
name of his favourite
bridge where he lived
he showed it to his best
friend and he said it was great
and his mum stuck it on
the fridge
and showed it to his
sister
that was the year he
found his favourite book store
and there was a wedding
with crying and claps
and his mum and dad
kissed
and round the corner he
met a new friend
and the boy said he was
sad
and he asked his dad why
he was sad
his dad always watched
his favourite show with
him at night and was
always laughing.
Once on a crinkled paper
tucked in a draw
he wrote a poem called
“Cold”
because that is what it
was
he showed it to his best
friend and he
said it was okay
and his mum stuck it on
the fridge
and showed it to his
sister
and that was the year
his favourite book store
owner said they might close down
because there wasn’t
enough customers
and that was the year
the married couple lost a child
and his mum and dad
stopped kissing
and his friend from
round the corner got too sad
so he asked his dad,
why?
his dad didn’t watch his favourite show with
him and
he didn’t laugh
and his father said he was too busy
so he went straight to bed
Once he wrote a poem in a torn bit from his
note book
called, “aging”
because he was aging
he couldn’t show it to his best friend because
he was
always with his girlfriend
or new friends
his mum was always at work so she couldn’t hung
it
and his sister stayed at her boyfriends
that was the year the book store closed
down, the married couple broke up, his mum
and dad didn’t even talk
his dad was always busy or drunk
so he went straight to bed
Once he wrote a poem called “nothing”
because he felt that he didn’t show anyone
because by the time he finished the handful of
pills
he wasn’t alive to do so.
Juxtapose RV
By Rebekah Vaughan
…and lastly
for starters
an ingrained
one off
whilst fencing in
an infinity
a murderous saint
sings in silence
of entropic evolution
But first
the conclusion
because I'm bored
when dumbfounded
building destruction
from isolated concoction
trashy treasures
painful pleasure
hardworking leisure
with wonky alignment
+ benevolent hate
I'm sprinting
- at a standstill
it all fully drained
because the fact is
its fiction
like freedom
in addiction?
So right
It's wrong
so short
its long
so dull
yet brilliant
when moving
so still
-boilingly frozen
-maddeningly calm
So when the courtroom
is squatted
it’s a raver's retreat
fast pace
present past
roasted raw
falling flight
all day
through the night
so when invisibility
is seen
and reality's
a dream
I'm in chained in freedom
- heart thinks
-mind felt
uniquely the same
for we many in body
-yet one in mind
as an ocean of knowledge
is contained in a drop
forever is
as always was
and maybe…
is something
to be remembered
only once forgot
divinely debouched
roughly refined
sky high in the gutter
suffering the sublime
Internal cornucopia
chemical innate
fate fuelled ambition
let love navigate.
Surrender
By Muhammed Nurul Huque
I am a Bangladeshi woman
living in complete isolation
in unfamiliar surroundings.
Hatred, fear, loneliness, boredom and dejection
are my enemies! around my neck and brain
night and day they tighten
their cruel grip.
Terror, disease, disappointment and depression
continually make their depredation.
I have been made abnormal, mad.
Neither white nor black shed tears for me,
nor does the Bangladeshi elite worry,
this society is killing me, but nobody is sorry.
Again a word about housing.
It is a long tale.
Nobody is caring.
Labour, Conservative equally fall.
All look for our labour's cheap sale.
They say Europe's squatters' capital in Tower Hamlets.
In London -forty thousand empty flats,
But to us the council never lets.
Racist blame Bengalis for living in squats,
but no housing solution comes forward.
We do not form one fourth of the squatters.
Still the allegation is: we are the creators
of all nasty dangerous problems:
We question who is responsible for stabbing
during broad daylight?
Who carries on daylight robbery?
who spreads ghoulish fright?
If you're lucky, if you apply and entreat
times without number-
maybe in one case out of a thousand,
the council breaks its slumber.
Still your flat would be in an unfamiliar place-
racist think it is a great grace.
Do you expect a flat in surroundings familiar?
'You want a ghetto: you are a conspirator'
Those troubles, who would bear them?
In spite of all these
we Bangladeshi honestly pursue our profession,
work with dedication
in Spitalfields and Tower hamlets.
We give our time, energy and sweat,
we know this land belongs to all-
Whites-Blacks-Browns-
Toiling millions,
by colour or culture whatever their brand:
Yom Kippur-Christmas-Eid-February Twenty First
Sawarsati-Durga Puja-Ramzan
Muharram-first Baishak
call to Sukanta-Nazrul-Rabindra Jayanti celebrations.
Bengali school, welfare and youth organisations-
let all these merge in our work, life and creation.
We have settled here, we are cautious,
we Danes, Romans, Normans, Jews, Irish, West Indians,
Bangalees, Chinese, Arabs and other Asians.
We are determined to build a brotherhood
climbing the stairs of time.
Surrender? We are not in that moo
Next two anthologies 3 & 4
to come...
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