This isn’t a competition in the strictest sense of the word – there is no prize other than the opportunity to compose poetry in a unique way and experience a diverse range of poetry from other online poets.

Hi! I’m Irene. I had a childhood that was incredible. I was brought up by relatives. Relatives who might not have had my best interests at heart. I come from a polygamous home, and my parents retired when I was only thirteen years old.

I stayed with uncles, cousins, nieces, step-brothers, step-sisters, aunts, among many other relatives.

The result: I now have five daughters with four different men.

Read on. Draw some lessons from my story.

This poem is dedicated to Sir Greg I will miss you Tatay Greg.

Maths:
The problem that bugs us all.

Linear and non-linear sciences
Are bound to differ!

8/8/2009

3 out of four picture essay.

How we all like different subjects!

A letter from a girl to her Dad saying shes sorry.

This hidden secret in the world is to be made beautiful.

Just a fun piece about a teacher’s lot.