Andrew Fusek Peters 2005

RIDDLES
What am I?
I wear conker clothes
I nibble root rice
I say “Let’s get trunk” I live at Apple Arch,
Barkstone in Branchshire.
I dream of walking.
What am I?
Natalina

What am I?
I wear round robes.
I chew copper curry.
I say “You’re a total banker.”
I live at The Queen’s Head, Cloyster Doshingham.
I dream of escaping from a purse.
What am I?
Gina

What am I?
I wear page pyjamas
I munch chapter chewits
I say “Page me”
I live in Libraryville
In Printland
I dream of talking to people.
What am I?

Naomi

BULLYING POEMS

Bullying
Confidence creamer
Dignity decapitator
Destroyer of all enjoyment
His insults are
Stealth stabbing
Javelin depleting
Penetrating unbroken hearts
My tears traipsed down my cheeks
Bounced off my chin
And swung in to the level of depression
A stampede of fists scattered around
Penetrating inches of my flesh
But
My heart was as hard as stone
Carrying pebbles of anger
It feeds the anger from hell
My depression and scorn overloaded
With indestructible bouncing anger
I fought back!!!
James

My Bully
Confidence crusher
Embarrassment maker
Drown all hope
Pain giver
Words, sharp like needles,
Poisonous letters
Continuing names like a ferris wheel.
Tears stain my face
Trying to hide it
No use
Jess

The Bully
Killing kindness
Nasty knight
Soul kicker
His words
Destroy all hope
Turn light into dark
My head is burning
Ripped in two
Destroyed like a sinking boat
Fists and flying fury
Tackling my fragile bones
Ripping my clothes into rags
My anger released into my arms
Filling them with pain
I’m trying to hold it in.
But the bully goes down.
Liam

Bully Poem
She stand six feet high
The ring on her finger shingle and shine
Spit rolls over the curves of her lips
As insults drop like rain
They hurt and they burn.
She’s a giant
My enforcer
Fist fly like no time
Left right left right
She’s a tidal wall of terror
My fear’s a waterfall of terror
Why me?
My heart smashed and shattered like a broken mirror
Fist fly like chargers
All these thing
Makes my anger grow bigger
I got up
Threw a fist
I missed
Now I’m six feet under.
Demar

Bully Poem
Doctor dream destroyer
Pain pusher
Bottle of backstabbing
An overdose of words
Swallowed with spite
With a slash of blade
It all fades away
Like a dream in the morning
An overdose of pain
Followed by blood
With a fist it all fades away
Into the bruises of no-hope black
An overdose of tears
Drowning my face
In a bottle of spirit
With an injection of misery
It all fades away
As the rain in Summer
My hospital bed, lying there
Like a pride of lions in the shade
Wires like snakes, sinking in their poison
How does he feel
Now the world’s going black?
How does the bully feel?
Christina

Bully Poem
His heart is as black as night
And his eyes were as red as fury.
His insults were like pins to my heart.
He is a tower of evil.
I was scared and then It happened
He punched me and the blood
Hurdled from my lip.
I was so enraged that I hit him
Like a snake going for the kill
And he dropped, then got up and
Ran like a cheetah and didn’t look back.
Leno

The Bully
He is a punch provider
Heart impaler
Throat constrictor
His insults are heavyweights
Crushing me aginst the ropes
Pulping me in the first round.
The tin can of my throat swells to bursting
With the poison of my swallowed tears.
He stuns the audience with a cadenza of kicks,
A virtuoso performance of punishment.
I slink away,
Bright smiler
Hurt concealer
Self preserver.
Henrietta

Bully Poem
Guilty power keeper
Angry king
Completely screwed in the head.
Angry words flying like a poisoned CD out of a window
Slicing souls,
As the poisoned hearts begin to cry
Only laughing lolls around the field.
The leader of the pack begins to fight
With pounding platinum fists
The smallest kids with bruises like a squashed beetroot.
But when the pack falls apart
The small team together to make a midget armada,
All together they burn bully to the ground
Only the sound of laughing can be heard.
Will

The Bully
Depression developer
Constantly killing confidence
Persistent power makes him proud
His words are
Short and sour
Turning my insides as if I was eating salt
Pretending not to cry
But the tears get the better of me, galloping down my cheeks
Jumping off my face
Saddle up, here we go again.
He approaches, nostrils flared
In for another grooming
The others advance, stampede, wanting to trample me
I just take it, wait ‘til it’s all over.
Nat

Bully Poem
Confidence capturer
Sadness beginner
Emptying the hope
Heart killing words sprayed like ice
A flock of insults
Peck at your emotions
Scared scampering and scrawling
Alone angry and avenging
The pressure produces too painful
I form a strength and send it flying
Towards her frightful face
The blood begins to skip down her chin
But I got no applause like she
Everyone crept away
Rachel

Bullying
Drowning desire
Heart of life
Death so cold
Enter school
It begins
The hair-pulling
The sadness, the tears
Words that are venom to the brain
Sick twisted words –
Lost words
Run away
From friends who change
Friend to enemy Frenemmie
Who tell secrets
“Don’t nancy with around with me.”
Run, don’t cry, scream
Keep inside locked up
Pretend
Cry time
It begins. Enemies
Taunts of time
Kicks of self-loathing
Screams of intense pain
Silence. Blood
Brain death.
Begin again
Fionnuala

Bully Poem
Emotion killer
Dignity crusher
Dark abyss of emptiness
His words are
Flying daggers stabbing me
Echoing through my mind
Stress ripping me apart
The tears sprinted from my eyes
Dodging all in their way
Burn a hole in my feelings
An army of fists all in line
Overpowering my strength
But all is not lost
Anger overloads
Fists fly back like swarms of bees
I don’t believe it
BULLY DOWN, BULLY DOWN!
The war is over.
Chris

The Bully
Covert confidence killer
Diminisher of hope
Master of ass kickings and brutal punishment
His words were like missiles penetrating my dignity
Words like assassin’s bullet into my heart
Digging deep to find my self confidence
Like a mole making its home
Finding its way it gets there eventually
My tears gloomed with sadness
As they bellowed off my cheek
My face like frost-bite pale and blue
There it was the cascade of fists heading for my face
Like a swarm of bulldozers
Hitting me like I was punch in a bowl
My madness like a cannon ready to light
Waiting waiting my anger fragments
My fist hits him like a murderer’s knife in someone’s throat
He’s overwhelmed I’m overjoyed
He’s taken in and I’m not annoyed
Dan

The Bully
A selfish, stealthy self-stealer,
Irascible, energetic, esteem eraser,
Words drip like a broken tap
Incessant, irreverent, incandescent,
Building up the unbearable pressure
Of tears, which jink and dive
Down her face.
Try to hide from the violence
Crouched hidden away
Try to get smaller
Aspiring appetite-assassin.
Caroline

Bully
He’s a: Heart hunter
Manic manipulator
Sadness sorcerer
He speaks: Poison punches
Depression daggers
And his anger army is a fighting force
Harder than any other
My fight is like a snail against a tank
My tears hurtle through the air
Flying in despair
While my heart is hanging hopeless
Then like a ball bouncing back my brother comes along
He is two armies of stealthy stallions
Galloping through the air
Destroying the indestructible, saving the slimy snail.
Callum

Group Bullying Poem
Dignity drowner
Conniving confidence killer
Assassin of all hope
Her words are
Venom vibrating
Javelin insults jabbing hearts
My tears tackled my cheeks,
Kicked off my chin
And scored a try of sadness
A squadron of fists in formation
Bombing my face
But
My anger was a growing database
Filled with furious information
That feeds the viral veins
And my muscles overloaded
With data and I crashed
And the bully shut down

Year 8 St Peter’s with Andrew Fusek Peters

FIRST LOVE POEMS
First Kiss
The sounds are all around
The Go! Go! of my friend
The dare, the acceptance, the proof
I go for the kill
The squeaky mouse
The east target
A cat ready to pounce
An infestation of geeky glasses, greasy stares and snorting laughs
The sky was as blue as the tropic sun
And as clear as a celebrity’s skin
OK time, time for acceptance
Hello, I say, trying my best mach act
She makes a noise but then runs hiding
I pursue
Fancy going to the movies, I say
OK. Then she runs like a cheetah
Two days later
She is there looking as good as an elephant’s behind
She squeaks
We enter the realm of trophies, of scores, of fake love
My hand moves as slow as a snail
And rests on her hand. She moves and I shoot
Our tongues are rope ready to be tied
Our mouths are Hoovers ready to suck each others faces off
I move…. but No, Not This
My only geeky thing stuck to hers
We fight but no use
Our braces are locked
Fionnuala

Snogging Poem
Whilst walking down to the park
He saw her sitting on a wall
His heart started jumping like a red frog.
Walking over to her he almost started to skip
He smiled and she waved
Thinking of films he once saw he began to swagger
Her bright yellow top shimmered like the sun
His words came out with false flawlessness
Inside he felt a rotting rose
Though this feeling persistent
Phone numbers exchanged like trade
A date was set, tomorrow night.
They met under the street lamps
Together their mouths smashed together like mating flies
Tongues entwangled thorns
Spit extracted like pollination
Producing a sweet nectarous honey.
After more tongue-pruning than an edition of Homes and Gardens
They departed practising cover-stories for worrying parents.
Will

Go for it!
Like a royal prince entering a school prom
And the girls staring in amazement
In he came, with his tidal golden-blond hair
And ocean-blue eyes and his designer clothes.
What he wore seemed to her as no surprise at all.
Like a vicious fox ready to kill, he nearly ran her over like a drunken driver.
He apologised of course but you could see he was holding back
As if he was holding back tears in remorse.
His voice-box must have gone
He was as awkward as a new boy at school
And he felt genuinely sorry for her
His guilt was obvious.
And as the stars started to appear
He suddenly let go of his fears like shutting a book
And decided to go for the kill
As if the chance of a little romance
Was a once in a lifetime decision
Which would be real
Going for it!
Naomi

My True Love’s First Kiss
Wind sawing through my body like scissors
The girl I always wanted was going to take me out on a date
Her lips were like honey from a beehive and her face was like a candle in the darkness
Her body so skilfully crafted out by God.
As I entered the cinema at 5 o’clock
She stood like a bag of sweets and I was three years old again
Waiting to open that packet and find out what was inside
I walked over to her as if I was a fat kid approaching a doughnut store
We sat down in a room as dark as my older brother’s armpits
Five minutes in she laid her head on my shoulder
My heart was bouncing up and down like a basketball in a match
When it was all over we went outside
It was the time for the boys to be the boys and the men to be the men
It was the time we would exchange bodily fluids like Romeo and Juliet in that boring play
Then it happened. She grabbed me like a mother holding a child from danger
The snog was passionate. My heart was like a red beetroot being sliced by her love
My tongue didn’t want to let go. It had found its only friend besides my teeth
After the prolonged kiss my heart was still racing around like a boy in a toy store
She left and said I’ll see you at school tomorrow
My heart was like it was on drugsI could not get enough of her
She was the one for me, opening the way into my life
I felt like I was on cloud 9.345678
And I didn’t want to get off it.
Dan

Love Struck
6.30pm. All dressed up like a little girl’s Barbie doll
Nag Mum, we’ve got to leave.
Excited as a young puppy
Arrive; see the dreamiest lad the eye has seen
Oh no, he’d seen my stare
In return, gave me a big cheese-on-toast grin.
Hear the music drumming at my head
Meet friends squealing like pigs.
Walk in, lights, lasers, ladies loo sign flash like cameras
“Oh my God, it’s our song!” running like athletes to the dance floor
“Ouch, watch where you’re going!” I turned. It was him.
His green eyes dazzled me like the Caribbean ocean
The aftershave he wore smelt expensive and sweet.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
Eyes meet, feel the heat.
A jungle of chattering parrots flushed through me
We kissed, locked lips, tongue twinned
Whatever you call it, it was more magical than Harry Potter himself
“Give me your number; I’ll give you a call.”
I thought he wouldn’t call at all.
Swaying back to the car, back to reality, up on cloud 10
Fallen in love like hand to glove.
Nat

Love Poem
My lamp-post body stood patiently,
Waiting for the light to switch on,
Outside the hair-salon,
And there he stared like a flying dagger’
Looking at me with his sea-blue sparkly eyes.
My hero’s hair was as blonde as waxy lemons,
His lips were as smooth as fresh cherry tomatoes,
Picked by a professional hand.
His rough tree-trunk hands grew around my pencil back.
We kissed.
It was as extreme as a 200foot bungee jump in the Grand Canyon.
A tornado of tongues attacked,
Ready for lift-off!
A tidal wave of spit rumbled into my stomach.
He did not know what he was in for,
But he chose to open the gates to Heaven!
Natalina

Kissing Poem
Cold misty night with the feeling of panic and mistake
A blurred figure of ghastly white grey
The moon glows like a bowl of fresh milk
She can’t believe it!
Her knees start to tremble like avalanches
Her mind spins as fast as a blender machine
What does she do?
They step closer to each other
Her mind splits in two like a peeling banana skin
Their mouths come closer and closer
Spit bombs are ready!
Tongues are loaded!
Who makes the first move?
The fight has started,
It’s so boring, round and round like a roundabout
I hate it more than the family reunions.
WHY WON’T HE STOP?
His breath smells like a burnt dead dog
I pull away from his pig lips
He falls to the floor
His face melts into anger.
It’s all over now.
Chris

The Kiss
The sky was thick like soot
The air was misty and metal
He stopped beside her quivery like a wet dog,
Looked at her eyes
And felt the rain crawl down his back
She turned to face him like a glowing angel
And lifted her hand like an arrow
He felt the spear hit his cheek
The tears hurdled to the floor
As she backed away fading like a wolf
The night returned like the journey of a bus
Their eyes met like a lion and its prey
But they carried on as strangers
Alone in the dark
Rachel

Love Poem
The glue of his velcro lips
As soft as black velvet, this was his kiss.
Tingled sensation shooting down my spine like a gunshot.
I was caught in a moment of life and death
This was a fine catch of the day.
His dreamy kiss blew me away as far as the Milky Way
This hurricane force trapped me in the twister,
Wishing this will last forever as if time could.
Is his the truest one of my love life?
Is his love mine, I ask?
I swear it is, I swear.
As lips touched, he gently grabbed behind my neck like a tree branch.
His manly stroke was meant to be.
The roses are red, his eyes are blue
The violets were too.
Is this moment true?
Gina

Snogging Poem
The sky was a black cloud thrown over the world
The road was dead, no life but me and you
The scary silence solid as concrete
But would it crumble?
Our bodies pulled together like a lion and its prey
The pounding, passion, pollution destroying all the nerves.
Our lips joined like cogs
Our tongues began to turn
Round and round like a spinning globe
Drowning in a volcano of spit.
Ten minutes later
I couldn’t breathe. She’d taken all my air.
That STUPID BITCH!!
She’d been playing me with some awful tricks
A mountain of lies had come and been
How stupid of me not to have seen.
IT WAS OVER
Callum

Kiss
It was as hot as a burning banger
Exploding in his throat
He tried to strike
She wasn’t listening
He was a book that no-one read
He moved like a lion about to attack
She walked under the shade
He tailgated her
She looked
He dodged.
It was like desert. He had nowhere to hide
He jumped. He was like a flying dancer
Her face turned cloud white. She was petrified
Their lips engaged like a boxer’s fist to the enemy’s head
She disengaged
A book of crimes opening on impact,
He read the angry words
He ran and never returned
Liam

My Poem
Sun, sizzling blazing hot
Another school break,
Gatherings on well-trodden grass
Glancing up from the crowd
There he was, standing tall
Filling in the sun’s glare.
A smile, broad upon her face
His eyes big, bright and a beautiful blue
Wavy, curly windswept hair
Like exotic birds, dancing closer
Hypnotising, eyes locking, hand reaching
Nose touching, moving in
Lips so close
Then a sudden movement of a head
Blazing sun
Left cold, as if showered with ice,
Feeling quite alone,
He betrays her,
And another dance begins
In the sizzling, blazing sun.
Jess

First Kiss
A note passes from hand to hand
like a grenade about to go off.
It soon reaches her
She twists her neck like a child ripping the head off its toy.
12 Noon under the moon she was there
So was he.
She gazed into her watery reflection
Her lips dripping with eagerness and wonder
Like strawberry cone ice cream waiting for its equal
She trembles like an earthquake.
As he walks towards his match
His pulse in his palm pumps with pressure.
He is the intruder intruding on her territory.
Their hands clash together like cymbals
His cucumber of spit, her cherry tomato lips collide.
At once this moment seems to go on forever
Their lips a grenade of love
Smash, bang, boom. Game over.
Demar

Snog Poem
The sky was ruby red
Beating down, singeing the hairs on her neck
With the sea eroding the rough ragged white cliffs behind her.
Was this a dream or had I just flown to Heaven?
Her smooth shape glazed a charcoal black shadow over the green grass
I stepped towards her
Our eyes linked like two magnets
My hand met her soft smooth hip.
I lunged forward like a race dog out of the gates.
Our lips met as if they were made to fit together
Our tongues traded punches
I pulled away like a car in reverse and walked away
And said, I will never kiss a smoker again.
Daryl

Love Poem
Her eyes were as bright as day.
Her face was as full as the moon.
We met behind the sheds.
Her lips were like soft cushions
And as full as cherries. Our tongues
Danced like ballet dancers
And then it ended and it was
Great.
Leno

Kiss and Chips
It was as cold as a Coke can, frosted from the fridge.
A serrated wind sliced through a sky of chopped-onion grey.
He waited outside the Fryers Delight, jumpy like popcorn.
Would she stand him up?
The thermostat flashed on when he saw her.
His first words were spaghetti, slipping uncontrollably from his lips
But her lips were as red as chilli sauce
And their tongues twisted in a shoal of kisses.
Mmm… Fish and chips.
Henrietta

Poem
As hot as a burning sun
And the breeze swiftly creeping like an unwanted stranger
Her eyes sweeping like an eagle diving for its prey
Her mysterious blue eyes
Show more than what is wanted
She is an arrow seeping deeper into his heart
A murder of crows breaks the silence
The many eyes shining like a crazy thief’s diamond stash
The sudden lock of eyes is the start of a wrestling match
Who would win was never found out
His and her mouth had developed an utter sensation
Their tongues couldn’t get enough
His and her spit lolled around like a bull in a sewage-filled drain
Never should it stop
He broke away
It wasn’t what he wished for
She simpered slightly in shame
And a slap was what he got.
James

First Kiss
Was it something about the way he stared
Trying to figure her out
He swooped like a flock of vultures
Not nervous at all.
His hand was hot
Like the blood in their veins
So why did she shiver as
It grasped round her waist
As firm as a teacher’s eye.
She was nervous and cold as a violent mother.
Her knees in a wrestling match.
Round 1
Hey babe you’re kinda cute
Round 2
Ummmm thanks, she giggles and laughs
Round 3
Gimme a call, we’ll meet up quite soon
Round 4
Ummmm okay?
He turns and slinks away like a dream in the morning.
The next day
He is waiting there for her
Under the tree, just like he said
So slowly she steps as she saunters across
Trying to keep her cool
His smile is as dangerous as a skydiver’s nerve
He breathes minty and fresh
It cools her nerves.
No time to think he’s gone for the kill
Tongues tangling in a jungle of spit.
Their lips soft like baby kittens play-fighting
There’s a cold sensation creeping over her body
Like a tarantula crawling on its prey
No, it’s his hand.
Stop!
Christina

Goth Love Poem
Cold as a murderer’s heart
And the wind was trying to slay me
The sky was crematorium-ash grey
She saw him
His eyes were traffic lights in the night
Turning green
Signalling the girl to go
He was the cowboy of the concrete jungle,
Lassooing her with his captivating smile.
Her lips were red harvest moons
Bringing a tidal torrent.
She was nervous,
Her knees were jackhammers
Each word stuttered like a limping tortoise.
Numbers passed round like poker cards.
Would she win?
A day passed like flying colours:
Under the clock,
Hands entangled like brambles
A rocky mountain of blistered lips
A school of tongues learned to wrestle
Each other into submission.
A metropolis of spit,
Populated by passion.
This was the key of kisses
Opening a door to danger
Year 8 St Peter’s with Andrew Fusek Peters