The End Of An Year

1o minutes for the clock to strike 12

All gathered around in glee

A celebration on New Year’s Eve

Bubbling joy in the family.

 

It’s all good humour: parties and so

But that moment: when all are solemn:

Past accomplishments, even hardships

We pause to remember them.

 

365 days, that’s 8760 hours!

We end up maturer at heart,

Festivals and birthdays whoosed by

They’re cherished as from 2015 we part.

 

While we recall memories

Tick! The clock begins a new year!

Yet another, of hope and beginnings

2016 has begun: It’s officially here!

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New Books

Hello! Sorry for posting late today. But here goes a little poem on new books, and how awesome it feels to buy them:

NEW BOOKS

“Papa, papa, let me buy
The books there in the shop!”
Exasperated, Papa replied
“All right, I know you can’t stop.”

“KA-CHING!” Says the machine
And two minutes after that
A lovely book is in my hand
Sitting brightly whitely fat.

Once I get home I don’t
Bother to change my clothes
But jump on to my bed
Opening the book closed.

Sniff! I smell the pages
The fragrance of lovely books
“Read me!” The book cries to me
With a booky-booky look.

As I start reading, oh the joy!
The words splashing on my mind
Like waves against a sandy beach.
Words to book are destined.

I forget my dinner and my lunch
I forget everything that I once knew
For my eyes to the long pages
Are stuck to them like glue.

The book may not have pictures
But I see them in my brain
Me going down in the author’s
Worded memory lane.

Lost in a world of dream
The words wrap like a vine!
Upon the jewelled sentences
I feed upon and dine.

And when the clock ticks
And I reach the very end
It’s like the Gods of the world
Blessings to me did send.

That’s it! I hoped you liked it. I wrote another poem which I will post tomorrow. Byeee!
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Arts And Crafts

Hello!
A few days ago, I learnt how to make some beautiful roses out of paper. Aren’t they awesome? Here they are:

I made all of them, but the grey one and the black one was made by my sister. I must say, (not being boastful), all of them seem pretty good to me!
Well, anyway, making these roses inspired me to write a short poem about doing crafts work. So… here goes 😀

Are you feeling super bored?
Feel like you are all alone?
Feeling that all interest is gone….
That fun has dried into stone?

Shut up! There’s a lot
For you to do right now
Cause I, the crafts goddess
Have come, down you bow.

Pick up the colour paper
Squeeze the bottle of glue
Snip and snap with scissors
And carry glitter with you!

Bright and lively paints
And a colourful mud sheet
Different kinds of cutters
And a paintbrush so sleek.

Pens cursive and felt-tip
Use stickers, all so bright
And skate with your crayons
Like fireworks through the night!

Make everything turn and twist
Make the paper waltz and dance
Allow sparkle and markers to invade
Tell the crafts to shout and prance!

Because when art chooses to invade
Crafts scream out “COME ON!”
Let joy fly out in colours
All boredom will be gone!
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Hope you enjoyed!!! ❤