Meep Jammers!
Thank you so much for the 60,000 views on Animal Jam Times! ^.^
Thank you so much for the 60,000 views on Animal Jam Times! ^.^
This contest is going to be a write-your-own-poem contest! :3
It can be on whatever you like, as long as it's not inappropriate. Please add a drawing/photo/screenshot/video to go along with it, otherwise it will not be counted.
You can comment the poem, email (animaljamtimes@yahoo.co.uk) it or send it in however you like! :3
This contest closes on the 10th June.
The prizes, for 1st place, will be...
Good luck, and please enter my YouTube giveaway! ^.^
~Kinyonga
One day...
ReplyDeleteOne day I was walking,
but certainly not talking,
because of he who must not be named.
It is he who stopped me talking,
one other day when I was walking,
he just jumped up and started talking some strange magical words,
the next thing I new he had stopped me from talking,
and no I just cant stop walking to where he who must not be named lives!
I will send a screenshot through email.
cubscout9
Here is my poem:
ReplyDeleteAnd I will email my drawing when I have the chance:
It's a Haiku:
Ripples Splash Across
Shells and Rocks Speckle the Sand
In this Vast Ocean
What if you can't comment on YouTube?????
ReplyDeleteIf you can't comment on YouTube, I'm afraid you can't enter >.<
DeleteThen comment HERE, like me
ReplyDeleteMy use is LilCreativeLeaf and here is my poem about spring.
All of the flowers bloom, all the colors brighten, and the green grass grows.
^.^ it's called a haiku, which is a type of poem.
And another poem, about summer.
The sun blazes down, which upon you shall lay down, oh summer it is.
And one about places.
Oh I shall seek, on a lofty mountain peak, or where the green grass grows, and where the tall building grows. Seeking through the twilight, singing around the trees, dancing around the fire, but its blown out by a breeze. How the sun really shines, and reading all the signs, that are read around after times. Oh how the world is all made, like searching for a jade, walking in a cave.
Yeah, it makes no sense, through no bad comments. :((
Ok, I already sent my entry.
ReplyDeleteMe 2. I saw your entry mcb (is it alright if I call u that?) it is really good!
ReplyDeleteIs it okay if I get a picture for my poem on Google Images? My camera doesn't work, and I'm not sure how to scan drawings.
ReplyDeleteYes, that's fine :3
DeleteOkay, good. XP Thanks
DeleteYou could always do a screen shot. Here is how:
Delete1. Click on the wondows icon at the nottom left of your screen.
2. Click on all programs.
3. Go to accesories.
4. Find snipping tool thingy.
5. Click on it.
6. It will open on your screen.
7. Click on the top left of the part of screen you want to snip.
8. Drag ,but keep holding the mouse down, in a diagonal line to where the bottom right bit of your image will be.
9. Then you can change the image, draw on it and save it from there.
10. To add the picture to a document or something there are two ways. One go through all your images and then double click it OR a much quicker way! 2. Just press right click and then paste and wala! P.S. It has to be the most recant snip you have taken.
cubscout9
O.O Or you could just press "prnt scrn" which is somewhere at the top of your keyboard - mine is next to the number lock and above F10. Then open paint or something similar and click paste. Voila :3
DeleteThanks, Cub & Kiny
DeleteOr just press command, shift, and then 4 in that order while pushing the buttons at the same time.
DeleteSorry,my parents didn't allow me still I would love to enter :)
ReplyDeleteHave a great day.
And Kinyonga I love your website can you plz buddy me plz plz plz
*Enters contest*
ReplyDelete-Mscute444
*enters contest*
ReplyDelete-Mscute444
This is the story of the Great Buddha,
ReplyDeleteI donʼt know if he likes cheesy gooda.
It started in nepal, right near india,
with many girls wearing bindia.
He was a prince named Siddhartha Gautama,
when he was born, she died, his mama.
He liked to drink fresh milk,
and wore garments of silk.
He never saw anyone poor, sad, or sick,
and never touched a single indian tick.
One day, he went out by himself,
and saw something, that scared oneself.
He met an old person, and second a sick man,
saw a dead guy and another drinking from a can.
Now gautama saw suffering,
the sights he saw were unappealing.
His search for truth began as an ascetic,
he ate very little, he was dietetic.
They practiced self-denial,
his brand new life style.
Then a woman gave him delicious food,
he gobbled it up in a brand new mood.
So he studied with hindu gurus,
but that just gave him the blues.
They taught him salvation,
but he had no relation.
So he gave up on them,
and meditated on a stem.
For 49 days, he sat there with amaze,
he gained enlightenment from the tree of knowledge.
He freed himself from suffering,
and changed the world with his teaching.
He wasnʼt a god, nor an angel,
he wasnʼt a saint, nor a gazelle.
He was awake,
to spread the word, to betake.
He became the Buddha,
not mythical garuda.
He continued to travel and teach,
traveling from beach to beach.
Attracted many followers,
and trained them to be teachers.
His buddhist teachings of respect and compassion for all living things are still a great passion for people today.
Sorry it's such a weird topic. You said anything so you know... It was a school project for history. We're learning about civilizations in India so yeah. It doesn't really rhyme in some parts, too, sorry.
Go here for the picture: myblogthatisgood.edublogs.org
Can my poem be of 24 lines is that too much?
ReplyDelete~sweetpanda56789
Hello! May I know if this contest is still on? Because, most of the comments are about 2 months ago, the latest, more than 1 month. If it is still on, I'd love to enter!
ReplyDeleteNo, sorry, it's not! D:
DeleteHere is my poem this takes a long time.
ReplyDeleteIn a new world known
which zios and mira own
there lived a king phantom
and only some
would stand up
and offer him tea in a cup
boiling with rage at
the annoying tipping hat
he set out to create
chaos in which none could mate
the alphas kept them at bay
and only zios would say
treat them right
then they may stop the fight
yet no one would hear
and turn a deaf ear
to his pleas for peace
and said do you want us in one piece?
then fight we say
and fight we may
yet not only were phantoms abroad
tears fell to the sod
as hackers and scammers here
would interfere
at the peace long sought
and for that they fought
yet the brave zios sadly
made a phantom madly
shoot a ray
which made him go away
yet zios still lives in our hearts
so we use our smarts
and o though that zios still lives.
end ofpoem i just want fox hat or forward this post to mister chinkybuddy i am loopsterrui!
Here's my poem, I might update it later, my user is harpyloves
ReplyDeleteOn the first moon of January
As the blood orange sun had begun to rise
a wolf was born
but her parents were torn
as they must abandon their girl to live.
She was raised with the phantoms
never saw the break of dawn
She was written about in scriptures
and this is merely just one
the phantoms taught her to hunt
she was swift as a deer
they taught her electric magic
she was strong as a snow leopard
then the day came
the phantoms took her there
to the land of Jamaa
the land sparkled with rivers
and the grass glinted in the sun
the phantoms said all she sees
will be hers in the summer breeze
she came with the king
who had taken her in as one of them
once they reached the land she had seen
the ambush began
but she couldn't hurt these animals
Zios's paw touched her heart
she felt something for these animals
it felt like one of Peck's works of art
she saw the Alphas and realized
that she was hurting her own kind
the phantoms had told her she was theirs
she turned on the phantoms
and brought herself to tears
she knew what had to be done
she took her dagger like teeth
and used her leopard like strength
and used her deer like speed
and won the ambush for Jamaa.
Thanks hope this touches you!
His name was Zios the Sky Father
ReplyDeleteHe was a spirit full of talent
With gold he made his mask
And started his task.
His task was to create a land
With beaches full of sand
Bushy forests, lots of trees,
Mushrooms beneath the canopees.
High mountains full of snow
With nature high and low.
So, full of inspiration
He started his creation
Jamaa is the name he gave it
He lived on it for quite a bit.
But then he became lonely
Because if it was him only
He couldn´t have at all fun.
But, near the bright sun
He saw a pretty sight
Bathed by the light
Was a pretty bird
In a melodic voice he heard
"My name is Mira, who are you?"
And soon, those two
Became the Queen and King
They had a wedding ring
And they build up in the sky
A house amazingly high
It would be their home
Now they would never be alone.
But, they had to do one more thing
They had to fill Jamaa in
Whith animals of all kinds
Who would support them at all times.
Little bunnies who ran around,
Big wolves who made a howling sound,
Koalas danced all night
Monkeys who climbed all right,
Seals that dived in the seaside,
Roaring tigers full of pride,
Pandas muching on bamboo,
My, it looked like a zoo!
And, to control the crowd
The gods decided, very proud
To choose animals with a great mind
Who would lead the animals of their kind
So that was the alphas beggining,
They were very different beings.
Liza the explorer,
Leader to the others,
Sir Gilbert, who would defend,
The land from a battle with no end,
Peck, an artist full of talent,
And joyfull Harper, so valent.
Greely the magician
Graham in the joker´s position,
And Cosmo the herbalist.
But, between the mist,
Something evil has happening,
Some traders were turning in,
Instead of playfull jammers,
Mean and egoist scammers.
When she saw such a sight,
Mira cried all night.
Her tears fell to the ground,
And with a creaking sound,
Phantoms had been formed,
And around the land they roamed,
Ruining all the fun,
While jammers were on the run.
Zios offered a deal,
And so, full of thrill,
Said we would treat
The phantoms as if it,
Was just a mistake
And the phantoms wouldn´t take
Over the land he´d made,
As long as they behaved.
But the phantoms shot a ray
And right there, Zios lay
Motionless and dead,
But with good thoughts in his head.
Now things in Jamaa are okay,
Although the phantoms may
Still be trying to thrive,
New animals have arrived.
And all alphas contribute
To keep away those ghastly brutes
And now Jamaa is a land,
Whose future´s in our hands.
And even if you´re just a child
Just remember to play wild.
me use are name is elijah00973