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MARYAM JIBALY

Maryam is an 11 year old who loves to have fun. She is a homeschooler, currently in 5th grade. Her hobbies include writing, art, cooking, eating, thinking, photography, acting, swimming, hanging out with friends, and volunteering. Her imagination takes over her writing and art.

We Love maryam!

The Queen 

 I am the queen of nature;                   
I create the gardens.
Grow the flowers,
And take care of the animals.
 
 I am the queen of drawing;
I create the colors,
Make the pastels,
And keep the sketches.
 

 I am the queen of fashion;
I create the accessories,
Grow the beauty,
And watch the design.

 I am the queen of theater;
I create the love of acting,
Make the movements of dance,
And see the world sing a beautiful song.

 I am the queen of life;
I create the living,
Grow the knowledge,
And make sure there is difference.

 I am the queen of pencil work;
I create the writing,
Make the poems,
And hear the speeches.

 I am the queen of the mind;
I create the creative,
Grow the imagination,
And know the laughter.

 





Onomatopoeia


The way we swoosh a basket ball
The way we boing the ball in fall
The way we achoo when we sneeze
The way we boo something that doesn’t please
The way we buzz like a bee
The way we shhh at the library
is all…
Onomatopoeia!
Onomatopoeia!

 

Us Humans

Us humans can be lazy in bed
Us humans can sometimes be out of our head
Us humans sometimes turn in things late
Us humans sometimes put up a great debate
Us humans are one of a kind
Us humans have our own mind
Us humans are different shapes and sizes
Us humans are full of surprises
No matter what human you are
If your from near or far
No matter what happens
We all have certain actions
That we regret:
That we won't forget
In the end we are all equal
To this life there is no sequel








There Was a Red Flower

With all the world’s power
Yes all the world’s power in a rose
While it grows and grows
She gets old and weak
So old it could hardly speak
From red to brown
From a grin to a frown
Her power went down and down
Till she had to say good-bye
She gave her last kiss
and said she would miss
the beautiful lovely world





 
My Mother

Shinier than the star
Your flower necklace
So very giving
More Than Sweet
Most Amazing Mother
you are beautiful

Amazingly beautiful
bright as the stars
You are a caring mother
So beautiful is that necklace
Sweeter Than sweet
Super giving

Most giving

extremely more than beautiful
You are candy sweet
You are sparkling like the stars
You are more gorgeous than your necklace
You are the best mother

My lovely kind mother

so giving
with your necklace
So beautiful
with the stars
So sweet


The sweetest kind of sweet
Is you, my mother
In your eyes are stars
giving and giving
oh yes why so beautiful
and that necklace


When you wear that necklace
I remember how you are so sweet
And beautiful
oh my mother
So so giving
That you would give a million stars


Beautiful, Necklace
Stars, Sweet
Mother, Giving



Love

Love, love like its the last day you’ll live
Love, like cupid hit you with an arrow
Love because love is life
You are a masterpiece and every masterpiece must have love
Love because its what starts your day
Love, Love because Love is love.
All you need is love
Happiness, joy, sadness, anger it all comes from love.
Art Music Dance Theater .
It all comes from one thing, Love
Love your heart out.
Love your life out
Love.
Love till you can’t breathe.
Your heart is love, and if your heart is taken out you die.
That is why you need to love to live, live to love.
All anyone wants is love.
People should remember you by one word.
Love

 

Creativity

I am creativity.
I wonder if a pencil can write on its own.
I hear creativity being written on paper.
I see trees turn to umbrellas.
I want my eyes to become gumballs.
I am a person whose eyes trick them to see unimaginable things.
I feel I want to fly.
I pretend everything is candy.
I touch a pencil.
I cry when there is no creativity in me.
I am a huge imagination.
I understand that the key to life is happiness
I say random things.
I dream I can create something super creative.
I try to be the most creative I can be.
I am your mind.






Bingo Game

  “Bingo! Bingo! Bingo!” I the magician hummed as I past a path of gold, lollipop trees, gum drop stones, and a pegasus flying through the sky. Where am I? I thought. “Where am I?” I screeched out happily. I don’t know where I am. I thought. I woke up in this beautiful place not knowing where I was. I had a home, garden, clothes, and well…  this whole island all to me. I said to myself. All too me. Bingo!

  I do love this strange island. Very much actually. I have many baows grazing around eating the licorice grass saying “Boo.” all the time. It’s soo peaceful here with only happiness, nature, and my lovely baows and animals.

  Oh, you don’t know what a baow is? It’s um.. like a cow but gold and it eats licorice. No other person lives here but me. You’re asking how come I’m a magician and I say bingo? Well when I woke up on this gorgeous island I thought of the game bingo the for the whole day. Why you ask? Because while I was asleep I was dreaming a LONG dream of me playing bingo as a magician with another magician. Thats also why I call my self the magician. Who was that other magician you ask? I really don’t know….BUT what I do know is it was not a human. Thats for sure. Maybe it was a brontosaurus. Why yes it was! In fact it was a teeny tiny brontosaurus. I don’t know why I had that dream. Maybe It was a dream meant for me.

  Wait! What if this island i’m on is not an island? What if it is a dream! Well all that is true is that if this is a dream I never want to wake up. BINGO!

  I guess life is like bingo. You never know what’s going to happen. You may lose in life or you may win. Something unexpected may happen. Like me. I woke up from a dream here something strange happened, but still it was fun!

                The End






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