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Even more year ten poems...

2011-05-27T07:22:00.000-07:00

The Arrow.

The arrow points at you, and you have to make a decision.
The arrow often forces you to do things you don't want to do.
But if you disobey the arrow, you die.

The arrow is everywhere.
It can be found in the homes of t wealthiest people.
But the arrow can be obtained by the most scared orphan.

The arrow is often controlled by monarchies
and contributes to their power.
When the pain is too great, you can turn
The arrow onto yourself
And end the suffering.

I am not an arrow, but I can point
You in the wrong direction.
Or end you life.

When the arrow is pointed at you
You have to make a decision
The arrow often forces you to do things you
don't want to

But if you disobey the arrow you will die.

By Tapiwa K

Freedom

All of the people,
Who walk on the street,
With only the freedom,
To walk with two feet.

Imprisoned, enslaved,
But some don't know,
When seeing new people,
Friend or foe?

Controlled by the master,
But some who do preach,
Not thinking or moving,
Being squeezed like a leech.

The new born baby lamb,
Blue as the sky,
Black as the night,
In the morning will fly.

What is freedom?
It's not what we have,
There's one more thing we need,
That one thing is love.

Whilst i lay here,
Resting my head,
Staring into blackness,
On my deathbed.

By Sam P.

Government

Why does the government
act like kids
and want what is not theirs?

people dying because they are small
people dying because they are insignificant
people dying because they have no choice
People dying for what?

Soldiers trying to help but getting killed
Soldiers trying to help and killing innocents
Soldiers trying to help and causing more pain.

Politicians, what's the point?
They are meant to help debt,
they say they're for the public,
But they use the public's money
On themselves...

Where's the help?

By Andre P-C

More poetry from year ten...

2011-05-27T06:55:00.000-07:00

I filed complaint.

I look right and I see a bloodbath
I look left and I see my family without breath
I look in font of me and I see a happy soldier
Proud to have completed his mission.
I want to kill him but I can't because
I'm hurting physically and morally
So I looked at him and said
I filed a complaint against the man
His laws and his norms
His authority and his weapon
Hidden behind a uniform.
I filed complaint against you
You and your colleagues
Who obeyed without having an idea
About what you are going to commit.
Today you got to take the life of
My family and my only reason for living
But know that nobody is above the laws
Because each person has rights
And one day we will judge you for your actions.

By King Bahdon

War Poem.

What is war?

War is invading another country
Looking for someone, to get the big bounty
Killing innocent people
Terrorising cities
Families torn apart
Children without parents
Is this war?
Is this freedom?
Government's corrupt
Protesters pleading for change.
Soldiers at battle
Police at battle
The world at battle.
But battling who?

By Habib N

Nobody knows

nobody knows what goes on in there
not even the people that really care
the battle within
that you seem to think you can't win.
the depression and thought that you've let everyone down
not noticing the circumstances around
not caring where you would be found
the people you leave behind
will have to catch and find
what you didn't sign
while having to come to the thought of your kind.
people say you're a coward
but I think you were overpowered
you put too much on your plate
and you tried, and ate
but the fate was not going to debate

by Chione K-M

Year Ten's poetry...

2011-05-27T04:48:00.000-07:00

Lybia - for something more.

Lybia, stuck in civil war,
It needs to change from how it was before,
NATO has joined in the fight,
Bombing government troops with their great might;
Is this a fight for freedom, or a fight for oil?
Either way, it will end in turmoil.
Their government's trying to oppress,
Gadaffi is the bad guy, something he must confess.

The rebels fight because they want peace,
Beacause the government's trying to keep them on a leash.
Fighting for their mother, wife and child,
For protesting, they may have been trialled.
More government troops, the rebels in dismay,
NATO bombs, oh wahey!

Are they fighting because us they adore?
Or are they really fighting for something more?

By Mansuraj G

Sad and Sorrow

The sad and the sorrow runs through deep
I weep and weep as I chimney sweep,
Dreaming about fighting for freedom together,
But I've lost my parents to the church forever.

My eyes wandering looking at the sky,
realisng the truth for the end being nigh,
Being alive is all I regret,
Even though I am living in death.

By Tapiwa K

I am the hatred against your sexuality, religion and race,
I will discriminate you because of the colour of your face.
I don't care if I'm making you angry or sad,
Because not associating with you makes me glad.

I will have people telling you how to live your life,
make sure you don't turn gay and get a husband or wife.
I'd hurt you, physically and mentally, I'd abuse you,
I'd treat you like the dirt on my shoe.

You have no freedom, not allowed to speak,
Because if you're not like me, you're a freak!
If we don't look the same, haven't got the same colour of face
I will hate you because of your sexuality, religion and race!

By Olivia B

As I'm made to work long hours per day,
A bowl of rice is my only pay
Stitching away, my fingers hurt
Smelling of sweat and covered in dirt.

A day will come when I'll be free
Knowing the rights, I will see
Looking at the past, I will weep
Thinking of the pain, I'll be thinking deep.

Light light freedom is here
Police are here, I have nothing to fear
Packing my bags I'll think of memories
Dropping tears, the past, I will reminisce.

By Leban J

2011-04-17T12:58:00.000-07:00

It's better to be happy than to be rich.

2011-02-11T02:19:00.001-08:00

It’s better to be happy than rich.

Jessica

My brother was sleeping rough on the street until he won a million pounds. He’s now spending money like there’s no tomorrow. As a result, our family has fallen apart. So in my opinion, it’s better to be happy than rich.

My brother spent all his money on nothing but rubbish. Example one: he bought a mansion that he doesn’t even like living in. Example two: He bought three cars and he can only drive one at a time! So the other two just sit in the garage, costing him money; that’s basically a big waste of money. My brother wasted all his money, now he’s back on the streets.

Happiness brings families together, money divides families. My brother was filthy rich for a year and money tore our family apart because he didn’t spend any of that year with us. My brother ignored us, but we tried to talk to him. He wouldn’t let us. In fact, during the year he didn’t have anything to do with us. My mother cried all day and all night until he came back to us after he’d spent all his money.

If you’re happy you are free. On the other hand, if you’re rich people will be your friend for your money and bribe you for hundreds and thousands of pounds. People you don’t even know will come after you for your money because they want the money for brand new houses that they don’t need. I personally think that children of rich people often get spoilt. If you want to put your children at risk of getting kidnapped, then get filthy rich and show off about it. You could be putting your life at risk and your children might get kidnapped for a ransom.

My brother lives with us now. He has learnt his lesson. He got a job and a beautiful wife. Last year they had a healthy baby boy. They only have one child and a nephew (which is my sister’s). So it’s better to be happy than rich. We may not be the wealthiest family in the world, but we have our wonderful family, lots of love and a better life.

Jessica

Ricky Writes as James Bond

2011-02-11T02:18:00.000-08:00

Ricky:

James Bond took a sip from his cold champagne flute. Bubbles danced down his throat. He rushed back to the table and sat down. Instantly, he knew something was wrong. Across the table, Le Chiffre sat with a sinister smile on his face. Bond’s body felt like it was on fire. He could feel sweat dripping down his face. He knew he had been poisoned. Hastily, he stood up and rushed out of the casino. Everything was blurry. He staggered across the road as bystanders watched with puzzled faces. He pulled open the door of his Aston Martin and pushed the button under the leather steering wheel. A miniature defibrillator and a remote control with one big red button slid out from the dash board. Breathing heavily, he attached the headphones to his ear and slammed the red button.

BING BONG POW - Classic Sci-Fi from Y9.

2011-02-11T02:14:00.000-08:00

BING BONG POW

by Jahvid

I heard the annoying buzz of my vintage gold plated alarm clock and thought that it was too early. I wanted to go back to sleep for five minutes. Two minutes later I heard the clock again and I was up with a flourish. I took a quick shower and then ran out of the house without any thought of breakfast. To get to work I had to go through the city centre but it wasn’t normally very crowded on Thursdays. Today it was as packed as a mother would a suitcase. I wondered what the problem was and then heard a sound that is indistinguishable from any other sound. The annoying sound was bing bong!

Suddenly I felt weird. I could see my hands changing into sinister yellowy green tentacles and my feet disappearing. In an instant I could feel my back getting more deformed. My skin started to get all slimy and tough. I needed to get out of public view.

Banished from my home planet, Zerge, the fourth planet in the second outer galaxy of Zonk, the only way I could get back was to complete a challenge. Ali, the elder of Zerge, had ordered me to do this even though his look of disbelief made me think that I would never make it back to my planet alive. My challenge was to help three earthlings in need.

So I said quietly, “If I come back you need to make me king of this planet.”

“Why?” Ali replied.

“I am the only person who has left the outer galaxy and I am the only person who will come back.”

“Acceptable. But you were the only being who got banished from this planet. It was your fault. Zergeans are a caring and helping race and you completely disobeyed our planet’s law. When you complete a task I will transport myself down to earth. You are the only one who will be able to see or hear me.”

There was a flash of golden light. Unexpectedly, I found myself back in the shopping centre. I heard a scream. When I turned around to see what the problem was, I could see a gang of teenagers trying to take an elderly lady’s handbag. I remembered Ali’s worlds. A few moments after the sound bing bong, something bad always happened. Again that familiar weird sensation came over me. I could see my hands changing into tentacles and my feet disappearing. My back became deformed. My skin started to get all slimy and tough. I knew that this was my chance to get one step closer to leaving this planet. I decided to help this poor, abused lady by retrieving her tiger-skin handbag. As the teenagers were running I appeared in front of them. I breathed a foul stench of my onion breath in their faces. They wet themselves and ran off dropping the handbag on the floor.

Then I heard a familiar voice bellowing, “Two more people to help.” Immediately, I changed back in to my human form, continuing on my way to work.

“Good morning, Luke,” said Jim.

“Hello. You look happy today,” I said in a friendly voice.

“That’s because my wife has just had a baby.” Jim jumped up and down excitedly.

“Oh, I remember now. What’s the baby’s name then?”

“Emily.”

“What a beautiful name. Well I better be off now or I will be late for work. See you!”

The elevator came quickly. As the door closed, I heard bing bong. The elevator door opened immediately revealing the putrid sight of a man who has just been sick in his hands. In spite of his best efforts to keep the vomit contained, losing control he projectile-vomited all over the shoes of everyone standing in the elevator. It looked like squirrel that had just been pounded flat by a steamroller. The fetid smell was overwhelming. Everybody was gagging and shrieking.

By the time this had happened I had already turned in to my normal state. I wondered how on earth I was going to help this man. I ran over to the maintenance room and grabbed a mop and bucket. I felt humiliated; as a very sophisticated life form, I shouldn’t be on my hands and knees scrubbing while everyone else was drinking coffee. In my annoyance, I had forgotten that I could have made all the vomit disappear with just a flick of my wrist.

“Nearly there, just one more task remaining.” Ali’s voice echoed inside my head.

Bing bong. There it was again. The annoying sound came ringing in my ears as I walked slowly down the stairs for my lunch break. When I got to the bottom I saw Elizabeth, Jim’s wife, pushing their baby in her pram across the High Street. A silver Vauxhall Astra came out of nowhere. The front tyre exploded. BANG! Swerving out of control, it was about to hit Elizabeth and the baby.

I could see my hands changing into sinister yellowy green tentacles and my feet disappearing. In an instant I could feel my back getting more deformed. My skin started to get all slimy and tough. Quick as a flash, I blinked my left eye; the car disappeared. The last two minutes replayed. I smiled at Elizabeth and the baby. She waved as she strolled into Marks and Spencer.

In a blinding yellow light, Ali appeared in front of me.

“You have completed all of your tasks. Go home.”

The roar of the Zergean space craft made me blissful. Suddenly, the door opened and out came Jupiter and all my family. They all fell to their knees and declared, “YOUR MAJESTY!”

As the spaceship left the Earth atmosphere I looked back at the house and I saw my vintage gold plated clock stopped at half past seven. My work suit lay crumpled on the floor beside it.

Sport's Reports... Netball and Athletics!

2011-02-11T02:12:00.000-08:00

We started the first quarter playing some brilliant netball! Demi scored the first two goals putting us ahead. After that, St Mary's gained more control and ended up 4-2 ahead. We were then pretty much evenly matched for the rest of the game but didn't manage to regain the lead. All in all, we played brilliantly as a team and this was probably our best match of the year so far - despite the final score!

By...

Demi

Bethany

Well done to the Carr Manor Yr8 girls team who came 4th out of 7 schools in this weeks athletic's competition. Two were injured and the other 4 wore themselves out, but as a team, I think we did quite well! There were some winning performances in the 2x2, 4x1, 2 lap and 4 lap races, well done! An enjoyable afternoons competition and a big well done to Tonciha , Chloe B, Megan , Nebo , Nevada and Chloe E.

By...

Chloe E.

How to get on the Bone Marrow Register...

2011-02-03T02:26:00.000-08:00

People may think that joining the Bone Marrow Register might be something complicated and problematic, but that is not true. It is simple, quick and easy.

Here are some criteria needed to join:

So, is it really that hard? Tell your friends, your parent/carers about this, tell them to come down to our Anthony Nolan Event, and they might be the one to save someone’s life, by joining the register.

By Monica & Katie (Year 10)

Be prepared to donate anonymously to any patient worldwide. Be committed to the responsibility of being on the Anthony Nolan Register until your 60th birthday. Be able to take time off work to undergo a medial and the donation in a London Hospital. Weight at least 8 stone (about 50kg) You need to be healthy in general. You must be over 18 years old and not older than 40.

Anthony Nolan - What did we do?

2011-02-03T02:24:00.001-08:00

Carr Manor High School first started the Anthony Nolan fundraising and the events in 2007. Back then we raised £1500 and 56 people joined the bone marrow register. At the second event we raised twice as much money, as we first did the Bungee jump, and 58 people joined the register. Last event was in 2009 and it was the least successful but we also raised a big amount of money and got 48 people on the register.

Now it’s 2011 and another event is coming up soon, so we are trying to get more people on the bone marrow register than ever and any help would be useful.

We are trying to raise as much money as possible for Anthony Nolan, to support the suffering people that have leukemia and need a bone marrow transplant.

If you want to get involved and support the ANT with us. It’s not hard, only 1 step away, just let us know.

By Monica and Katie (Year 10)

KS3 Science.... Answering the important questions.

2011-01-24T01:31:00.000-08:00

Year 7 students were asked to make up scientific questions. I gave these questions to other students and asked them to research the answers and write them up in their own words. Here you will find some of the best answers. Have you got a scientific question that needs answering? Enjoy reading!

Dr Protopapa Jan 2011

What is a shooting star?

A shooting star is another name for a meteoroid that burns up as it pushes through the Earth’s atmosphere. So that means a shooting star is not a star at all!

Julian 8m1

How was the Universe created?

There is a theory called: cosmological theory of the universe. The people that made this theory say that the Universe was made by a big explosion that formed lots of big rocks what we call now planets. Some people also call this the Big Bang Theory. So the universe was formed by a big explosion millions of years ago!

Luke 8m1

What makes a rainbow?

You see rainbows when there are lots of raindrops falling in a distance. These reflect sunlight back to your eyes. You can see lots of colours because the sunlight hits the raindrops at different angles. If you don’t know what reflection is you are going to do it in Y8 in science. When we look at a mirror, we see our reflection.

Julian 8m1

Why do puddles disappear so quickly?

It’s because of evaporation. Evaporation is when a liquid turns to gas when heated. The water in the puddle evaporates fast because of the heat from the sun.

Lakeisha 8m1

Does the moon have an effect on humans or animals?

Some animals like wolves howl at the moon but I don’t think it’s because of the moon is affecting them. Some people say that they can’t sleep when there is full moon but no scientist has proven that the moon affects humans.

Hossein 8m1

Why does ice float in water?

To answer this you have to understand what density means. Each material has its own density. Density shows how heavy something is for its size. Therefore a substance will float in water if it is less dense. Because ice is frozen it becomes less dense than water. In contrast, rocks are not frozen so that is why they sink (the rock is more dense than water).

Iyanla 7s3

Goodnight sweetheart.... by Ziye, Year 9

2011-01-17T06:21:00.000-08:00

The sounds of laughter drifted through the empty corridors of the house as Malcolm, back from a long day’s work, entered through the front door. Sounds of mirth, of frivolity...something he hadn’t felt for a long time. He stood there for a moment, brow furrowed. Then, steeling himself, he walked into the living room.

Sitting in the corner – innocent and assuming – was their dusty little television set, which was to be the source of all the noise. It was playing none other than his very own wedding tape. But he had known that; he had only seen enough of it over the last couple of days to pay it anything more than a quick glance. What was more important to him was the woman lying asleep on the sofa in front of it. His wife, Anna.

There were a million things he wanted to tell her right then and there. To shake her awake and tell her he was sorry...but his mouth had gone dry and words escaped him completely. Instead, he swallowed and pulled up a chair next to her.

‘Anna,’ he managed to croak out, his voice shaking. ‘I – I – I –‘ but before he could finish his sentence (whatever that sentence may have ended up being), she spoke. Softly and delicately, but each word pierced through him like ice cold daggers. There was no mistaking the sorrow in her voice.

‘I miss you.’ Her eyes were still shut, but Malcolm was certain she knew he was there. He closed his own, forcing back tears.

‘I miss you too...Anna. I – I’m so sorr-‘

‘Why, Malcolm?’ she cut him off again, then turned over in her sleep. ‘Why did you leave me?’ Malcolm opened and closed his mouth, trying to form a sentence, but just then, something fell out of her hand. He only caught a glimpse of it before it hit the floor, clattering towards him. It was a ring...but it wasn’t just any ring; it was his. Lifting his hand, he saw his finger was bare and suddenly, with the force of a train, realisation hit him. He staggered backwards into the wall.

Dead? Am I...how? He shut his eyes, urging himself to remember. Suddenly, memories were flashing before his eyes...conversations. What had Cole said? ‘I see dead people,’ came the haunting voice in his head. ‘They don’t know they’re dead.’ A great shuddering breath escaped him. He backed out into hall, eyes darting around. His work space under the stairs...locked, blocked off. She couldn’t stand the memory of him in there. A dinner set out for one in the dining room, unfinished...but when - ?

And then he remembered, as clear as if it was happening now. The night when he had been shot replayed itself in his mind as he slumped down on the stairs. He was lying on his bed, pain searing through him, and there was Anna. She was crying, looking for the wound. The sickly smell of blood stood out vividly in his mind...metallic, salty... Then the pain had suddenly gone.

‘I think I’m OK,’ he had said.

Slowly walking back into the living room, he gingerly lowered himself into his chair.

Anna shuddered suddenly, as though a cold draught of wind had blown in through a window. A cloud of icy breath escaped her mouth as she shivered. Malcolm gazed fixatedly at her, his eyes welling up with tears.

‘I think I can go now,’ he whispered. ‘I just needed to help someone...I think I did.’ Then, without hesitation, he told her it; told her what had been bothering him for the longest time. ‘Anna, you were never last...ever. I love you.’

And although he knew she couldn’t hear him – that she probably had no idea he was there – he felt better. It was bittersweet for him, but he knew everything would be better for her in the morning. As his body began to fade and his vision began to blur, however, he could have sworn that out of the corner of his eye, he saw the words ‘Goodnight, Malcolm’ leave her mouth.

‘Goodnight sweetheart.’

Slave Songs - 8h/En1

2010-12-29T06:40:00.000-08:00

More Traditional Offerings.

We’ll take our baggage
to the River Jordan
We’ll arrive where the river ends between two hills
Where the Freedom Train will come
In years now the Freedom Train come.

Chorus:
Heaven over the River Jordan
We’ll cross and we’ll meet Moses on the other side
Freedom will be ours because of Moses.

In years to come we’ll be over the River Jordan
Wade in the water
So they will not find us
We’ll be free in years to come

Chorus

(Code: In years = tonight.)

Jake and Ben

We went to the River Jordan
With Moses, With Moses
And we wade in the water
Following the drinking gourd

Oh freedom over me
Before I’ll be a slave
I’ll be dead in my grave

We’re gonna go on the gospel train
To heaven, to heaven
And if I fail
I’ll flounder like a whale

Oh freedom over me
Before I’ll be a slave
I’ll be dead in my grave

David and Raquib

Drinking Gourd! We shall follow the drinking gourd,
Wade in the water.
The Freedom Train takes us to heaven, where we will be free
Wade in the water.

We must cross the River Jordan,
Baggage will be forwarded.
The river ends between two hills and shall carry on flowing forever.

Elisha.

The students wrote these songs after studying a unit on Transatlantic Slavery. The songs are inspired by real life spirituals that had to be sung in code so that the overseers couldn’t tell what they were planning! Some inspiration came from KRS One and the idea that overseers still have an influence on African Americans in the 20th century, something that they will come to understand in more detail in the coming term.

All students come from 8h1.

Mr Billingsley