Ballerinas always spin around
So does the world they have found
Found my missing shoe how strange
Shoe sizes have to change
Changing seasons that’s so cool
Summer’s when we are not in school
School is boring I have to learn
Learn to wear sunscreen when you burn
Burn your fingers on candle fire
Fingers and feet we should admire
Should we help others I don’t know?
Others like playing in the snow
Playing that’s what I love to do
Love between me and you?
You cut chicken with a knife
What is the true meaning of life?
There is a meaning to everything
Wow a bird with just one wing!
A frog, a lizard and a snake
you’re not pretty your just fake!
Try talking no need to shout
what am I talking about?

Copyright © 2010 Marinela Reka

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This poem just outlining that it is OK for people to make mistakes, as long as they learn from them! But silly bob never did learn! I hope you enjoy reading it.

There was once a man called Bob
Who lived life as a mistake
When he did things wrong?
He didn’t learn for goodness sake
One day his boss said
If you’re late one more time
Then I will have to punish you
And the pleasure will be mine
So the next day Bob awoke
As early as sun rise
But on his way out
The café caught his eyes
So he strolled in very quick
And thought he would be fast
But before Bob knew it
Hours seemed to have passed
So then Bob went into work
O so scared was he
When the boss saw him
He screamed in fury
‘How dare you be late?
On time you should come!
Then Bob turned around
And got kicked up the B*M
Bob always did things wrong
And his brain did not awake
So unlike Bob when you slip up
Learn from your mistake!

Copyright © 2010 Marinela Reka

Let me be your valentine
The butter said to the bread
Joy, desire and love
In your life I will spread

Let me be your valentine
The milk said to the glass
I will fill you with delight
And in you no pain will pass

Let me be your valentine
Said the cover to the bed
I will cover you with happiness
And never let you get sad

Let me be your valentine
Said the nail to the wall
I will hang my love to you
And never let it fall

Let me be your valentine
Said the frame to the photo
I will protect you forever
It is my only motto

Let me be your valentine
Said the fruit to the bowl
I make your life colourful
And bring pleasure to your soul

Let me be your valentine
Said the poem to the poet
You have made me who I am
This favour I will not forget!

Copyright © 2010 Marinela Reka

The fish strolled like a butterfly
Flew and strangely landed on my thigh
And fell into a bowl of goodbye

Then my worst but best friend came
She fell out of a window when trying a game
I ate the bottle and did the same

My mum bought a shoe and cheese
As my turtle flew he said please
I broke my leg when I forgot to sneeze

Who? How? What? When? Why?
One of my legs forgot to fly
The dirty floorboard started to cry

Beautiful poetry happens all the time
Writing with no plan is not a crime
Absolute nonsense that can rhyme

Copyright © 2009 Marinela Reka

Can you smell it ?
It’s so divine !
Can you smell it ?
It smells so fine !
Can you smell it ?
It must be something I ate !
Can you smell it ?
It’s so fabulous and great !
Can you smell it ?
I think I will go and see !
Can you smell it ?
Oh that doesn’t surprise me !
Can you smell it ?
Oh this will be fun !
Can you smell it ?
Dad is cooking better then mum !

Green is so important
Because we see it all around
It’s up very high on the trees
And on the grass that is on the ground

Green is the colour of
The plants that grow in the south
It’s also the colour of a Brussels sprout
That I refuse to put in my mouth

Green is on the traffic light
When the cars can go
All the green disappears
When it starts to snow

The most important thing about the colour green
Is because of my mother
NO she is not green
It’s her favourite colour

She is not green, it’s her favourite colour

I’m bored- I don’t want to smile
I’m bored – I don’t want to speak
I’m bored- I’m committing a crime
I’m bored – I’m just killing time

I’m just killing time

The other day in my room
I found an elf called Mickey
At first I found training him
Very very tricky
I taught him to eat junk food
And ask for a toy
Well really I taught him
How to became a very “good boy”
I taught him how to unlock doors
And be really cruel
I also taught him lots of excuses
To use, for being late to school
I taught him how to jump around
And write on the front door
I taught him how to get things his way
By crying on the floor
I taught him how to pretend to be ill
And how to get stuck in a tree
Well I guess
I taught him how to be me.

Copyright © 2004  Marinela Reka

There was a woman who lived in a shoe
She had a child who was two
When her child grew up she lived in a sandal
It was very hard to handle
Now she wishes to live in a shoe

All the time run around
And never keep still
When you don’t want to go to school
Pretend you are ill

Eat all the sweets
And leave vegetables behind
Say spiteful words to people
And never be kind

Play tricks to your teachers
And pretend it wasn’t you
Be very naughty at school
And bossy too

Turn on the television
And watch it all day
Don’t do your homework
Instead go out and play

It’s too early for bed
Stay awake and play with your Gameboy
Don’t brush your teeth
Just think your toothbrush is a toy

Don’t share things with friends
Always be mean
When someone needs help
You act as like nothing was seen

Wherever you are
Push people around
Don’t worry about rubbish
Just throw it on the ground

What do you think?
Would mum teach me things like this?
Or all these lessons
She would dismiss?