This is the first time that we have celebrated National Poetry Day with a visiting poet. Donovan Christopher aka Rappaman shared his rap poetry with all KS3. His sessions were lively and well received by the students.

It is always a treat to have a visiting poet or author who bring words alive. We also held a poetry competition and received some amazing poems. A very successful event.

I  really enjoyed the visit from Donovan Christopher because he showed us some of his poetry and he let us join in. My favourite part was when he told us some top tips on how to write our own poetry and he inspired me to write more. His poems were fantastic and they were really funny and energetic. I loved his visits.

Georgia Spencer 8B

I thought Donovan Christopher was amazing. I enjoyed watching him use rap and poetry together and using objects and careers in his rap. It was very useful for kids because he was telling you not to go on your phone but pick up a pen and paper this makes you want to express yourself. I would really want this poet to come again to Canon Slade and share his raps and poems with us.

Pauline Njau 8CR

D onovan’s overall presentation was stunning, he made poetry funny and entertaining so people would enjoy it even if they don’t like poetry. As well as this he included the audience so they didn’t become bored. He also played around with words and gave people ideas to make their own poems.

Karley Muigai 7CU

O n Thursday the 28 October ‘National Poetry Day’ a poet named Donovan Christopher came to Canon Slade School to help us have fun with poetry. Donovan was a rap poet who taught us that you can make anything into a poem, you need to go with the flow. He was very funny and very creative, he could make a simple poem about pen and paper, that sounded great in a rap. People from our year were given many opportunities to come to the front and read a poem by Donovan and laugh at his amazing jokes.
Donovan showed us that any word that came out of our minds could make or add to a poem. He surely inspired many in a good, fun and creative way to write SPECTACULAR poems.

Gloria Aghedo 8CR

I absolutely loved it, it was so entertaining and helped me in my English. I think we should have more people like this to come and teach us so many more techniques to make our work better. A great funny and educational experience enjoyed by all.

I used to think of poetry as well boring but now a find it cooler I guess.

Tyrese Kudita 8BB

T he visit from Donovan Christopher was epic, I loved it and I hated poetry and was really not looking forward to it, but he made me see poetry in a different light! RAPPAMAN’s books are really cool because poetry doesn’t have to rhyme it is just an enjoyable thing to write. He really helped me understand it

so I wrote this:-

Donovan came here,
Now everything is clear,
Thank you Rappaman!

He really inspired me to like something I hates before he came – Thank you for coming and inspiring me to write this. I really do recommend his books to anyone old or young he is an amazing poet who has helped me to enjoy poetry.

Charlotte Redfern 8BB

T he visit from Donovan Christopher was fun, exciting, inspirational and most of all taught us that caring for others is the most important life skill. He taught us that rap isn’t about violence and drugs but about how people can live in harmony and get alone.

Joel Peachman 8B

I think Donovan Christopher was a good poet and visitor. It was nice to learn more about poetry, ways to remember poetry and a different way to do it (rap). I liked how he involved us, it was very energetic and I enjoyed the way he presented his talk. I think I learnt a lot more about poetry and rap. He is very talented as a poet and rapper and I enjoyed his visit. think it would be a good idea for him to carry on visiting Canon Slade School.

Grace Burns 8BB

T he visit to school from Donovan Christopher aka Rappaman was good. I enjoyed:-

The way he came up with his rhymes as he went along
How he said he came up with his poems
His way of doing poems—no beat— he says it just pen to paper

He is a DJ

Jo Regent 7BB

I enjoyed the visits from Donovan Christopher, I liked when he did the raps they were very catchy and I still have one in my head!

Elsa Jacob 8BB

M eeting Donovan Christopher was an honour. He showed us a different way of writing a poem and that’s by rapping. He showed us that poems can express a meaning or moment in life even if it is something simple like a nursery rhyme. A poem can have a much deeper meaning to the author when it’s written from the heart.

Maks Lewandowski 8CS

Winning Poem

So I pray

Please let them in.

Give them a home,

Tale their worries away,

For is it not our duty as humans,

To look out for each other and a future generation.

We should all stand together,

Be proud of who these brave people are,

Be proud of where they came from,

And let them be part of our nations.

by
Georgia Spencer 8BB

The Refugees

Who will love them.
With no where to go the refugees they flee,
Not one nation will open it’s hearts
To give them what they need.
Are they not humans
With feelings and souls.
To give them freedom and safety,
Is our role.
These people so bravely
Left their homes,
For safety they look, they wander
the land, they roam.
They’ve come so long from so far away
Their country was once a beautiful place
Where children could laugh and learn and play,
And life would go on.
People would live
But little did they know,
Leaving their family and their ways,
Their country and their home.
These people need car and love,
Just like you and me

Darkness Falls

Darkness falls on another day
And my ruptured lungs have no words to say.
Am I here all alone
With only my sins to reassure me.
I’m home?

Every step never touching down
My ringing ears can’t hear a sound
Before the future fades away
I have something I need to say.

I don’t know what lies within
Who could be the monster pulling strings?
These two halves of myself intertwined
From once was yours and once was mine.
As I stare up at the glassy sky
Will my heart come back to life,
Just like a lie?
The lonely moments get lonelier the longer you’re in love
We all live huddled under the burnt clouds above.

Remaining corrupt as I wish for paradise

Do we really know the world we’re fighting for

Do we really know the world we’re fighting for,
Or are we just trying aimlessly expecting more?
How could anyone weave such a beautiful lie?
Will we ever find the reason why?

All my happy memories are in a world I can’t see
And now my past mistakes are slowly drowning me.
With the sudden change, I’m completely paralysed
Remaining corrupt as I wish for paradise.

By

Mariam Njoroge 9BB

Imagine

Imagine being an owl swooping through the trees,
Imagine being a fox stealing *************
Imagine being a bee buzzing up and down
Imagine being a cheetah running through the grass
Imagine being a whale splashing all around
Imagine being a dinosaur roaring everywhere
But you are you there’s nothing you can do
So pretend to be an owl, foxx, bee, cheetah, whale and a dinosaur,
So do it well be you as well and have lots of fun.

By
Bethan Sanders 7CR

Hope Beyond a Fence

Every day I see people die and I’m always asking myself why?, why?, why?
Why the suffering? Why the war? What is this all for?
For some money to entertain, this world is going insane.
Oh who brought this upon us?
Who brings us the pain?
I’m sick and tired of being called by a number not a name.
When I was younger I heard stories of an evil man
with an evil clan and an evil plan.
Oh will this ever stop?
Is there any point in having hope? No, of course not.
Is there anything beyond that fence, that fence which I sit by every day
in hope that someone will take me away?
Away from this place which I now truly understand
the camp the prison camp

by

Nico Banks 7CR

Hope Beyond a Fence

Every day I see people die and I’m always asking myself why?, why?, why?
Why the suffering? Why the war? What is this all for?
For some money to entertain, this world is going insane.
Oh who brought this upon us?
Who brings us the pain?
I’m sick and tired of being called by a number not a name.
When I was younger I heard stories of an evil man
with an evil clan and an evil plan.
Oh will this ever stop?
Is there any point in having hope? No, of course not.
Is there anything beyond that fence, that fence which I sit by every day
in hope that someone will take me away?
Away from this place which I now truly understand
the camp the prison camp

by

Nico Banks 7CR

Little Autumn Girl

A little girl, her cheeks rosy red, kicked the
Leaves as if they were her bed.
With every rustle and every crunch,
She leapt with excitement as the burnt reds,
Golden yellows and crispy orange colours
swirled in a blur around her.
She kept herself to herself on that
Lonely Autumn morning.
No birds could sing her song,
As she dance along
To wind, keeping it as her rhythm.
With every storm and every gale,
She pulls her coat closer, keeping it as her veil.
That girl was alone every autumn morning until
The last leaf fell, departing her loneliness.

By

Amy Morris 7CR

The Photo’s

 

Rappaman, Must be Red All Over Book Cover Rappaman, Must be Red All Over
Donavan Christopher
Children's poetry, English
2017
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Rappaman! Must Be Red All Over is packed with more positive, humorous and thought-provoking poems. Explore your world and embark on a voyage of self-discovery with Donavan and his alter-ego Rappaman.

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