Verse Novel

My Name
My name is Keeley,
Not Kelly,
Not Keeley blue,
Nor Keeley purple, pink, white or black,
Keeley Green is my name
So don’t play that colour game.


My family

There’s my dad,
Outside washing his beloved red jaguar,
Because there’s no water restrictions he cleans it every day.
My mum,
Getting her hair and nails done...
By her personal stylist.
Sarah is my older sister; she’s been out all day at a photo shoot and will be home soon.
And me,
I’m getting out the new clothes I’ve recently brought from Forever New my favourite clothing shop.
Our family is pretty happy just us four.


Just joking, my family

Dads just walked in the door,
He’s just arrived home from a tough day at work (so he is not in the mood) and on the phone to a client.
Mum has just finished pulling the washing in she’s not happy because it’s started raining and the washings wet,
She’s about to start cooking an early dinner because I have work.
And she is fossicking over the two Thai exchange students who are incredibly frustrating to have in our house!!
Sarah is in her bedroom,
Studying hard for a sac later on this week,
I never talk to her much these days.
And I’m getting ready for work...
I hate work!


Got you again my family (the real truth)

It’s a quarter past six,
Dad has just arrived home; he’s tired but happy to be home and see the family.
Mum has just finished cooking dinner,
In time for when dad walks in the door.
Sarah is at work.
The Thai students are trying to explain about their days,
Which is hard to understand because they can’t speak fluent English, but still very entertaining.
I’m on the computer chatting to friends and mums nagging me to set the table.
Thinking I wouldn’t change this for a thing,


Mooloolaba

I love Mooloolaba,
I love the feeling of sand between my toes,
I love the feel of crashing waves, over my head,
I love the feeling of the hot sun drying me off after a swim in the ocean,
I love the feeling of dry sand sticking to wet legs.
I love falling asleep to the salty breeze coming off the sea,
Waking up to the soothing coolness of the fan,
The day repeats its self,
I love relaxing with my family.
Until our last day,
When we say our final goodbyes for the year,
Only to return a year later,
To my favourite place.


I remember

I remember the road to poppy’s,
Those big green leafed trees,
I remember my poppy,
I remember his house,
The scent,
The green carpet,
The old television he had in his lounge room,
Where I used to snuggle up to him,
The chest of drawers that was massive,
Where he kept his sweets.
The cracked driveway,
Where I learnt to ride my bike,
I remember these memories,
That will never be lost.


The past

Sometimes I wonder about the past,
What would I change,
Kindergarden and Preschool,
Having not a care in the world.
Being to young to understand.
Getting amused by the littlest things.
When falling over was the only thing that hurt,
When protection was wearing a helmet,
I wish I could go back for a day or too.
And realise I wouldn’t need to change a thing.


Fish

I have a fighting fish,
Boris, is purple, blue and with a tinge of pink.
Boris is so calm and relaxed,
Swimming aimlessly around his small circle tank.
I have always wondered what I would like if I was a fish,
Long? Short? Fat? Pink? Bulgy eyed?


The future

What will happen tomorrow?
What will I be doing this time next year?
What car will I drive?
Will I get married and have a family of my own?
Will I live forever?
Will I travel the world?
Will I still be living at home in twenty years?
What will the future bring me?


Netball

Netball is my sport,
I started playing netball when I was ten years old,
I play it up to four times a week.
For two different clubs
Waverly City and St. Pats
I wear a bodysuit for each,
Ones black, yellow and green the others blue grey and white.
Live it, Love it, Play it, according to my ski drink bottle.


My iPod

My iPod is my favourite thing,
We go everywhere together,
He even knows what the weathers going to be,
He helps me catch my bus,
He helps me stay in touch with friends,
He knows my favourite music,
We play lots of games together,
He is the first thing I see in the morning,
And the last thing I see at night.


Homework

Homework oh homework,
How I hate you,
You never seem to go away,
I would if I were you,
Homework homework how you weigh,
Our school bags down.
You will never be number one on my list
If you leave you’ll never be missed!


School Days

So it’s Monday morning,
I’m still in bed, regretting staying up so late last night.
Thinking about the day ahead, whether it is going to be a good day, or bad.
Suffering from Mondayitis.
But remembering I get so see my friends.
Somehow I drag myself out of bed and start the school week.
Tuesdays and Wednesday are draining,
Having jewellery, my least favourite prac.
Art…that’s another story, I have no artistic skill whatsoever.
Thursdays the tiredness is catching up,
Getting over waking up early,
And getting worse at it.
Fridays, what relief
Fridays are good because the teachers need the weekend,
As well as us
And my weekend starts over.


Chocolate

When I take a bite,
I taste your simple delight.
Chocolate Chocolate,
Cadbury,
Cherry ripe,
Oh the hype,
I get from eating chocolate.
Chocolate Chocolate,
The more I eat, the more I want,
Chocolate is my favourite.


Chocolate Chip Cookies

Warm, Hot and Chewy,
Nom nom nom in my tummy,
Rich, yummy and comforting,
Nom nom nom in my tummy,
Sweet and addictive,
Nom nom nom in my tummy.


Chores

A few of favourite past times,
Emptying the dishwasher,
Cleaning the bedroom,
Setting the table,
Sweeping the floor,
Vacuuming the carpet
Washing the car,
Washing the floor...
.....................
NOT!! I hate doing my chores!


Photos

Photos bring back happy times
Memories
Loved ones
And the past
The innocent
And bring back many Laughs.


Rhyming

I dislike rhyming,
I don’t have a rhyming bone in my body,
It takes way too long,
For me to think of a rhyme,
And a story to write about,
And trying to drag it on my making it longer,
Rhyming isn’t my cup of tea,
Either is a bee,
But you see,
The rhymes I do don’t make sense,
Or mean anything.


Music

The music I listen to reflects my moods,
To calm me,
Relax, Pump or to put me in a good mood.
Without music I don’t know what I would do,
I would be lost,
I even listen to it when I wait for bread to defrost,
I sometimes I listen to it with my dear friend Robert Frost,
Taken off limewire it is not a cost.


My oldest friend

He’s my oldest friend,
He’s been there ever since I remember
The most comforting thing,
His silk scarf between my fingers,
His cute face,
Where I can never make out where his nose went,
He’s always there for a cuddle,
He’s the one who I go to first,
If I’m happy, angry or need comfort.
Always reliable,
But you’ll never know him the way I do.


Night

In the night
I sometimes feel a bite
It starts with a buzz
Then a bite
Then a bump
Then an itch
I scratch and scratch
But it doesn’t help
I hate mosquito bites


My bed

I snuggle in the covers,
Warm as toast,
I hear the rain outside
The wind in the trees,
The thunder crashes
And the lightning flashes.
Ill snuggle under my covers,
Warm as toast.


Odd socks

Where do they go?
Is there a magic spot? Where they all gather
Or dose the washing machine gobble them up?
I only ever lose my favourites,
Or should I say one of my favourites
And it’s always when I’m in a hurry.
They just disappear
Never to be seen again,
Maybe retailers should sell three socks instead of two,
Then when I lose one,
I will still have two.


The Grill

Burgers, souvlakis, steak sandwiches and fish
They are all on the grill
Each one has its spot,
Some with the lot,
Some just plain
Time to stack them up
Wrap them up
So the clients can eat them up.


Hayfever

Hayfever is the worst,
When it comes to it I swear I’m cursed.
The start of November,
The start of spring is the worst,
Blooming flowers,
Freshly mowed grass equals:
Runny noses,
Blocked noses,
Uncontrollable sneezing,
Watery eyes,
And a dry itchy throat.


My first house

I owned my first house at three years of age,
It had a huge balcony,
Two big windows,
And a big, big front door,
It had an emergency exit,
I had to climb a ladder to enter,
Behind my house there was a tyre swing
And lots of grass all around.
Then I got too big for my house
So I moved out
And occasionally went back for tea parties,
I miss my cubby house.


Umpires

Netball, football, cricket,
Soccer, rugby, and tennis
All need umpires
The crowds love to hate them
They get screamed at,
Called names
It is always there fault
The spectators, the players
They all get angry and blame the umpires
Usually in white,
So clean, so pure
and yet so often so very, very wrong.


Nail polish

My nail polish reflects my moods
When I’m
Feeling happy so I choose pink,
Feeling angry so I chose red,
Feeling rebellious so I choose black,
Feeling stylish so I decide a French manicure,
Feeling neutral so I choose blue,
Today I’m feeling tired so I choose pale pink.
When I’m at school, school chooses,
When I’m at work, Georgia chooses none.


Winter

Winter is falling asleep warm with your electric blanket,
Listening to the cold winter storms,
Waking up to the fogged windows,
And the crunch of frost taking your first steps outside for the day.
Winters freezing lunchtimes at school,
Watching the teachers snug and warm in their staff room,
Whilst we sit outside shivering.
I often wonder how they would feel if they were out here,
And we were in there.


Poems

Number one is easy
Number five not so bad
Number 10’s a struggle
Number 23 is just plain hard
Number 30 still seems so far away.