Longing Spring- A Poem

Here is a poem I wrote earlier for a Literacy writing project. I haven’t written any poems for a while, so it was sort of good to do one again :-)

Longing Spring

The weakened trees are drooping low

On that hill smothered with snow

Those trees that once stood bold and tall

Look as if any moment they could well fall


The children that just months ago would laugh and play

Now sit inside, beside their fires, all day

Sipping hot cocoa, warming their hands on the cup

Wishing the weather would brighten up


There was Christmas to look forward to, true

But what they really longed to do

Was play with friends of an afternoon, under the sun

‘Til a “dinner time” call came from their mum


They were stranded in a desert island in winter’s sea and

Spring’s grassy mainland nowhere to be seen

They wished away the days until the day

They could once more go outside to play


And they no longer now felt down and glum

Cos finally, finally, the Spring had come

And all of the boys and girls played happily under the sun

‘Til a “dinner time” call came from their mum

Why Do You Steal From Nature? – A Poem

I actually wrote this poem here to go with some photos which you can check out here on my Art Photography Blog.

Why Do You Steal From Nature?

Why do you steal from nature?

When nature is perfect!

And one of it beauties

Perhaps, it constantly changes.

Vainly attempt to preserve

Its brilliance

And do you feel better?

Oh do you?

Do you?

Or do you feel


And is it still so glorious

When you’ve torn it from its place

On Earth

And its encased

Inside a block of glass

In a cabinet

In a draw

In a cupboard

In a room

In a house

In a street

In a city

In a landscape

Where nature is no longer to be seen.

And don’t you feel it was all in vain

Don’t you wish as you look upon what you’ve done

That you’d left nature alone.

Don’t you see, there’s no life left

Now inside that block of glass.

A species dead because of you.

And oh god, I am one of you…

And think.

If you hadn’t have






It wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Nature wouldn’t be scarred like this.

Species wouldn’t become extinct

Don’t you feel guilt?

Poem Published In Wordsmith, Creative Writing Mag

Found out yesterday that I’ve had my poem- The Winged Child, published in Wordsmith, a quarterly creative writing magazine for kids, in the “My Poems” section!! :D I got a years subscription to the mag online, and this is my second issue.

wordsmith poetry page blur

I am really enjoying the mag, especially the poetry and creative writing sections, but also the photo gallery. I would strongly advise any young writer to subscribe to this mag, which you can do here at Wordsmiths online site.

(You may have noticed that it says here I’m twel ve. I entered this poem just a week before my thirteenth birthday in February :-) )

The Best Moment Award

“Awarding the people who live in the moment,
The noble who write and capture the best in life,
The bold who reminded us what really mattered -
Savoring the experience of quality time.”

I’ve been nominated for the Best Moment Award!! Never received this one before. It’s pretty cool 8-) Thanks to Charles E. Yallowitz for nominating me :-)


Winners re-post this starting with their acceptance speech. This could be written or video recorded.

Winners have the privilege of awarding the next 15 people with this award! The re-post should include a NEW set of 15 people/blogs worthy of the award; and winners notify them the great news.


  • What makes a good acceptance speech?
    • Gratitude. Thank the people who helped you along the way
    • Humor. Keep us entertained and smiling
    • Inspiration. Make your story touch our lives
  • Get an idea from the great acceptance speeches, compiled in MomentMatters.com/Speech
  • Display the award’s badge on your blog/website, downloadable in MomentMatters.com/Award

So… here are my nominees!

(I hope It’s okay, but I won’t be compiling a speech for this award, as I’m quite busy lately)










Help Wanted Deciding On A Poem To Enter For Competition!!!

I’m thinking about entering a poem into a young people’s writing magazine, and I think It’ll be either Wenda And The Vendor or The Winged Child. I know, Wenda and the Vendor isn’t that good, but It is short, funny and quirky, In a similar style to the winning poem of last month :-) On the other hand, The Winged Child, is in my opinion, Is the best poem that I’ve written up til now.

Which poem should I enter? Wenda And The Vendor?… The Winged Child?… or would you choose neither of these? Please comment and give you’re advice and opinions! Thanks! :-)


Sometimes- A Poem


“Leave!” I say.

My words sting my dry lips

I never knew of one,

Who broke his own heart

But sometimes…

One must do evil

To do good!


Above is a poem I wrote yesterday inspired by a scene in White Fang, the film:


If you liked my poem, check out more of my poems here!


A Biography Of Jack London

After watching Jack London’s: “White Fang”, I decided I’d like to learn a little about Jack London. I wrote this mini biography on him yesterday for my English:

Jack London

1876 – 1916

Jack London was born in San Francisco, in 1876. At just 13, London worked in a cannery for fourteen hours a day. He soon became known as “Prince Of The Oyster Pirates”, for his skill in raiding the oyster beds of San Francisco. He traveled around on freight trains and ships. He liked to gamble, and often got into fights. At the age of 18, he was jailed for vagrancy.

Out of jail, London began writing 15 hours a day on an old typewriter. Soon, he joined the gold rush north to the Klondike. Jack London was became rich, but not from striking gold at Klondike, but for writing about Klondike! He soon became one of the most famous and best-selling authors in the whole of America! Some of his most famous books are “Call of the Wild“, “White Fang“, and “To Build a Fire“.

In 1900, he married Elizabeth “Bessie” Maddern, but divorced her 5 years later to marry Charmian Kittredge. Charmian helped his type and edit his books, and joined in all his adventures. London believed that through willpower, anyone can do anything. London loved to eat “Cannibal sandwiches” of raw beef and also ate barely cooked duck often. He spent lots of his time playing cards, and was a heavy drinker. He died at just forty years old from a kidney obstruction. His ashes were buried at his ranch in San Fransisco, under a red boulder.


I also wrote a poem inspired by a scene in White Fang, which I’ll probably be posting tomorrow!

Gman’s Ramblings- NEW ABOUT ME ILLUSTRATION / POSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy new year everyone ;-)

Now, last April, I posted my page, “About Me And This Blog”. It has now come to have 960 Likes, 839 Comments, and 23 Votes! :D

Now, I’ve changed a lot over the past year. So much, in fact, that today I decided, I would make a new About Me Poster in the same style as the last… a new and updated version. Well, here it is:

about me 2013 finished

Now, I’m not going to replace the other About Me Poster on my “About Me And This Blog” page. That would be wrong, as it was the old poster that each of the people that liked my page have viewed. What I’m going to do is decrease it in size, label as “About Me Poster 2012″ and add my new poster at the top. Does that sound OK?