Shelley's+Poetry+Work

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Writing a name poem
Michelle It means daring, cheeky, and energetic, It is the number 7, It is like crisp leaves in spring, It is laughter, It is the memory of my Grandad, Who taught me stubbornness, and honesty, When he refuses to be proved wrong, My name is Michelle, It means don’t take life too seriously, because no one makes it out alive anyway.

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Blue birds sit alone. The world swirls slowly around, Changing into winter.

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Oceans Deep, dark Flowing, shimmering, glinting Rocks, tide, sand, wind Shifting, changing, sparkling Parched, arid Deserts

**Answering a set of given questions**
Lurking in the depths of the ocean The Shark swims, waiting for a school of fish to pass by.
 * The Shark**

= = Small beady eyes pay attention to the water above. A dark grey tail swishes side to side. Suddenly...

= = Swish, Swish The Shark sees a lone fish in the current above. The fish attempts to dart away quickly. The Shark gives chase. And swallows the fish whole. =**Bio Poem**= Michelle

Energetic, tomboy, daring, cheeky, Sister of Daniel and Max, Lover of reading, music, and day dreaming, Who feels sad when they have tests at school, happiness when it’s the weekends, and fear when the power goes out in the night, Who needs her mums love, her friends’ loyalty, and her brothers’ acceptance, Who gives smart remarks to her dad, laughter to friends, and love to all of her family, Who fears the dark nights alone, scary movies, and pray mantis’s, Who would like to see people relieved from poverty, the Olympics held in New Zealand, and tests to be easier, Resident of Kihikihi, Aotearoa, Ramsay.

Red Red is rubies, blood and like smooth liquid slipping through your fingers. Red is the taste of charcoaled meat. Red smells like smoke and bleach. People lying makes me feel red. Red is the sound of a piercing scream and the struggles of its victim. Red is hell, the gallows, and war. Red is death. Red is danger. Red is the burning desire to kill.