Words and Music - Faces: 3rd Year Work
The Face
As a circle in a spiral
It is round as the full moon
As it ticks around all hours
A beat, never late nor soon.
It is icy cold in colour
As a cruel December mist,
Bland and boring are its shadings
As a tale without a twist.
Rock hard is its texture
As a bully never shamed
But the figures on its face
Are informing and exclaimed.
By Emily Tompkins
Faces
The face, in general, is just
two dots and a line,
but on closer inspection
you come across two wide
pupils embedded in a sea
of white.
The nose, with two black
shots of darkness,
a pursed mount trapping the
tongue inside.
The face, is actually, a lot
more than just two dots
and a line.
By James Higgins
The Face of a Nation
Apache, Cherokee, Comanche, Crow, Cree, Sioux
The savages or red-men of the forests and prairies.
Nomads, roaming in the wild, following the Buffalo
From the wilds of the ‘Far West’
Savage, cruel, mindless killers.
A beaten nation, heads filled with drink.
Long black hair, black eyes, tall and straight
Heads covered with the feathers of the war-eagle
Noble and dignified, silent and stoic
Skilled in crafts and folklore
Whose origin is beyond the reach of man
Originally the owners of the lands, which ranged
From shore to shore.
Given to them by the Great Spirit
A dying nation, rapidly passing from the face
Of the Earth.
Fallen victim to whiskey and small –pox
Few remain and the buffalo roam no more.
By Samuel Ramage - Smith
Faces
One of the strangest things about our faces is that, over time, they manage to change without really changing at all. Obviously, my mother’s baby photos look very different from what she looks like now, but that ‘baby’ is still my mum, as recognisable as she is today. It is as if she is a painting, but every year, the frame that surrounds her is changed for one ever so slightly different. Maybe it is because she is my mum, and I see her every day that enables me to see the resemblance. Perhaps other people would not be able to see through the chubby cheeks and tufty hair to see my mother, and see only an insignificant baby – frozen in a photo frame, but, to me, it is still perplexing how my mum could have gone through so much without looking as if she is an entirely different person.
By Roisin Ryan
Faces
In the beginning, when the clear waters ran
Before the wars and man fought with man
This was a calm place where the sun always shone
Now full of scarred faces, the sun is long gone.
Where so many warriors lie forgotten
All of the dead and all of the rotten
Lights like candles, in them the dead can be seen
Spirits lurk where the children of men have been.
Don’t make the mistake, do not follow the lights
The gaunt faces show the scars of ancient fights
Lying here embalmed forever in time
In black pools of evil stench, coated in slime.
In shrivelled sockets sit eyes wide and round
Pupils and irises, nowhere to be found
Indigo lips protesting as they were slain
Open mounts, mute echoes of yesterday’s pain.
Sad ragged corpses lying in water cold
So many faces telling stories of old
Tragic faces of men, boys, gallant and bold
Each face is different, each fate left untold.
An immense and dreary fen devoid of life
Embittered landscapes showing signs of strifeThe ‘Dead Marsh’ is its name, or so it is said
Inhabited by those not living – nor dead.
By Alex Rees
Face
I looked up ‘face’ in the dictionary today
Who would believe it would have so much to say
‘The front part of the head, including forehead’
I was surprised at what I read.
(Why wouldn’t you include forehead?)
‘eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks and chin’
Yes, where else would you begin?
But of course, it doesn’t stop there,
I wonder if you are aware?
‘The outside form or appearance
The front or surface of anything’
One can be faceless, a facer,
Have a facial of face ache,
Play a face card
‘What’s one of them?’ you ask –
One with a face of course!
You can have a face cloth, face flannel or face cream
Only for facial use it would seem.
Have you heard of face fungus –
(a moustache or beard),
A face guard or mask
Face-harden or lift
Face man or worker
Face off or pack
Face up, face down
Face front, left, right
We could be here all night!
Two-faced, moon faced
Long faced, red faced
Face to face…
The list goes on…
Next time I’ll look up ‘song’
The entry shouldn’t be so long!
By Matt Holt
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