



Commended Koel Mukherjee
Commended Simran Dovedi, Joe Young
Rida Hasan - Changing Face
2nd Prize
Gordon Kirkley - The Changing Face
2nd Prize
ENGLISH AS A SECOND LANGUAGE Category
2nd Prize
2nd Prize
PRIMARY SCHOOL Category
2nd Prize
2nd Prize
Remya Unnithan - Tom Cruise’s Diary
2nd Prize
ENGLISH AS A SECOND LANGUAGE Category
2nd Prize
2nd Prize
1966 Born in Newham was I
Bobby Moore, Hurst, and Peters had taken us to a new high
East London , Born and Bred
Names like Ethel, Bill, Elsie and Fred
Changes over the decades we have seen some
But still Newham remains popular, and still they come
From around the world to see Cockney Life
Trying to forget their ‘Troubles and Strife’
From Forest Gate to Canning Town
So many changes No need to frown!
The sixties came the sixties went
‘Love and Peace’ surely words that were heaven sent
Our proud Newham Heritage from years gone by
Leave for Barking, Hornchurch and farthest Essex?
I wonder why?
People from different countries came
But underneath we’re all the same
We still have our pie, We still have our mash
Now at Christmas, and Dilwali, we All have a bash!
In the Seventies we had disco and flares,
Reggae and Skins, Kids without any cares
Markets at Rathbone, East Ham, and Green Street,
Get your Saltfish, Fruit n Veg , Halal Meat
The eighties gave us New Romance,
Punks, well they never really had a chance.
Famous places and Famous faces, all with lots of style
Businesses that stand the test of time just like Tate and Lyle
Lennox Lewis, Vera Lynne and The Brave Jack Cornwall
And FANTASTIC buildings like our Newham Town Hall
If it’s Sport you want to play until dark
We have Wanstead Flats and West Ham Park
Exercise everywhere at Newham’s Leisure,
Never forget, West Ham United, our local treasure.
Labour, Tory, Liberal or Respect
We also have Newham Police to serve and protect
We need Someone who really CARES,
That’ll be Sir Robin, he’s OUR Mayor
Past the nineties, into a new millennium
From Eastern Europe our newest friends have come
Different, yes, but people the same,
Lets make them PROUD it’s to Newham they came,
We have to invest in our youngsters TODAY
More jobs, No KNIVES, let them have a say,
We must give them the tools to cope
To give them a future a place with HOPE,
Our biggest victory was yet to be won,
The chosen borough, for Olympic fun,
To show the world stage, what we are about,
Newham is PROUD, Newham is Great, Let’s hear you shout.
Julian Hilaire
I do not know how to speak Chinese
The words you can hear are all the same
Why do they like to talk about dragons?
But I do know how to speak Polish
The sound of my language
Hearing it every day and every night
And even the dark moon
And the bright shiny stars talking to me.
I do no know how it feels to die and be under the ground,
The feel of the sand on my face,
The dreams of what is happening in the real world.
But I do know how the 02 Arena looks like,
The big empty field and suddenly people
Surrounding around me.
The sound of Michael Jackson having a practice lesson.
I do not know how it feels like to be a twin.
People staring at us, our mums and dads.
We look the same like two plums in a large field.
But I do know that my name is Piotr
And it belongs to me forever.
Piotr Ambrozik, Plaistow Primary School
1st Prize Poetry - Under 21
So many people dream of Caribbean Isles
Enriched with golden sands
Or thermal spa getaways
Complete with manicures and cocktails.
However pleasant such places may be
The destination my soul craves rests at home
And more precisely
My bed.
For it is the transition of moon to twilight
Where my eyes twitch
And from twilight to eve
Where my breathing slows
And the tight clothing that binds me are released.
Truly this is bedtime.
A haze of slumber wafts before me
And the dots of light beneath my shut eyelids
Dance in synch with my thoughts
Like glitter ballerinas.
Then I drift
And I sail
And I fly.
I have asked God why the world is round
And questioned my mother of my existence
I have asked Rosa why she didn’t just stand up
And Martin why he didn’t just sit down
I have touched the serenity of Mount Everest
And felt the wrath of Mount Vesuvius.
As I am roused bitterness engulfs me
As I realise that my unconscious adventures
Bear no significance
In what we call reality.
Natasha Mwansa
MODESTY
Depends on what you mean.
The changing face of me, or the country?
I remember I was a baby when I was born.
My face, my self have changed since then.
‘Cos I was all wrinkled,
Like a prune
And as I got older,
The wrinkles appeared again!
But I’m still a very handsome chap.
Gordon Kirkley
Dear old man,
What have you seen?
The evolution of concrete mountains?
The multiplying tittering of tongue?
Deal old man,
where have you been?
Crow’s feet have trampled your legs.
Your lifetime mapped on your skin.
Dear old man,
birthed from war,
living on tar river banks,
cannibalised honour eating on Newham floor.
Old man,
hear whispers say:
“Change is earned
when effort’s displayed.”
Annette du Plessis