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Ms. Sue is British but lived in Spain for 14 years before coming to Malaysia.

Here is her poem in her second language.

Can you create your own poem in your first or second or even third language?

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Lorenzo Vito Bartolomeo Giove 1T

Questa poesia si chiama “Cos’è un libro” ed è stata scritta da Gianni Rodari, uno scrittore italiano che amava molto i bambini e la fantasia.

Con parole semplici ci racconta che un libro è un viaggio speciale che possiamo fare ogni volta che leggiamo.

This poem is called "What is a Book?" and was written by Gianni Rodari, an Italian writer who loved children and fantasy.

With simple words, he tells us that a book is a special journey.

Thank you for listening!

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Sabrina (Ye Shuhan) from Reception RA class

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Sabrina (Ye Shuhan) from Reception RA class

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Sabrina (Ye Shuhan) from Reception RA class

On Ms. Sue's Drive

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This is a Tongue twisters. About four and ten and fourteen and fourty.

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The first one is about a goose.

The second one is a kid wanted to go hiking and can’t sleep.

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“Yong a Yong” is a cherished Teochew poetry, softly carried in a mother’s voice and woven with her tender hopes. It reflects the timeless wish that her child will rise with honor and distinction ; a gentle expression of “望子成龙". Though years may pass and paths may wander, its blessings remain, quietly abiding in the heart.

LENG YIQIN 1A

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"Astronomy" is the opening chapter of the traditional

Chinese enlightenment classic

"Qionglin Youxue", which integrates astronomical knowledge, myths and legends and idioms. It transforms esoteric natural phenomena into specific cultural images through catchy Chinese characters, which is an important window for ancient children to understand natural laws and traditional culture. Recitation by Zhu Qiyu in Class 1L, thank you for your praise and support.

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Nihira Sawant - Class 2Y

Indian shlokas are ancient Sanskrit verses that convey deep philosophical, devotional or ethical wisdom.

I am reading two shlokas. The first is about the elephant God - Ganesh, remover of obstacles whenever a new task is undertaken. The second is for the “divine light” which brings prosperity, good health & abundance of wealth.

Thank you for listening!

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A Party for the Big Bad Wolf!

The story gives a fun and friendly twist to the classic tale. Instead of being scary, the Big Bad Wolf throws a party and hopes to make new friends.

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The moon is light.

月亮很亮。

The moon is gold.

月亮是金的。

The moon is like a boat.

月亮就像一艘船 。

I want to sit in it.

我想坐在里面。

The moon is like a banana.

月亮就像香蕉 。

I want to eat it.

我想吃。

The moon is like Mum's smile.

月亮就像妈妈的微笑 。

I want to kiss her.

我想吻她。

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Dream

Dream is like a fish

Swimming around in the lake How I want to catch it Dream is like a bird

Flying around in the garden

How I want to catch it

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Big and Small

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It is about when the gang goes inside the haunted house and then the ghost does something unexpected.

THANKS !!!!!!!!!!

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Inba's story

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The sun comes up and shines on everything.
It shines on the sea, trees, farms, ponds, towns, and houses.
The warm sunlight also shines on me and you, making the whole world bright and happy. 🌞

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Sarah joined TISKL this January from Japan. Even English is new to her, she tried to practice and record this reading.

The poem’s message, “Everyone is different, and everyone is wonderful.” felt especially meaningful to us. We felt this fits beautifully with the TISKL community, where students from many countries, regions, and cultural backgrounds learn together and shine.

We hope this small reading can share a little piece of Japanese poetry with the school community. Thank you.

Title: Me, the Bird, and the Bell

Author: Misuzu Kaneko (1903–1930)

Source: Laughs, from the series Read in English, Read in Japanese: Misuzu Kaneko, Froebel-kan, Japan

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I enjoy reading books and being part of drama and role playing. Today, I am telling the story of the Little Red Riding Hood.

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We tried selecting a single poem. Many of them were fun, but nothing really clicked. So we decided that instead of choosing one from a book, it would be more fun to create one ourselves.

We sat down together and brainstormed all the little things Hridya enjoys and some of the recent moments that made her smile. From Holi celebrations to music, recipes, books, space, and ice cream, we gathered these ideas and slowly stitched them together into this poem.

It may not be perfect, but the process of thinking, laughing, and writing it together was truly enjoyable.

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村居

Cun Ju

清 高鼎

草长莺飞二月天，

Grass grows, birds fly in the warm spring days.

拂堤杨柳醉春烟。

Willows dance by the bank in the soft mist.

儿童散学归来早，

Children come home early from school,

忙趁东风放纸鸢。

Hurry to fly kites in the gentle wind.

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I sang a poem that has rhyming words, hop and stop! This poem is about a little yellow bird which I used to see on the trees from my window. But sadly, the trees are not there anymore and now I dont see her that often and therefore this poem is dedicated to the yellow bird that brings color and chirpiness in our lives.

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Mahabharata story- Tha Mahabharata is an Indian ancient epic story struggling between two groups of cousins -the Pandavas and the Kauravas-for the throne of hastinapur. Driven by jealousy the Kauravas throws the Pandavas into 13 years of exile, culminating into 18 days of Kurukshetra war. The war ends in the Pandavas victory .

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My topic is: My Dream Is Not Just a Piece of Paper.

This story tells us that

dreams are not just words on paper.

They need our effort, courage and persistence.

If we keep working hard,

our dreams will finally come true.

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Hi, the topic of my poem is "I am a poem". In this poem, I have taken inspiration from an existing poem and used my own words to show that a poem is creative expression. Hope you like it.

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Song of Picking Lotus by Wang Changling

This is a beautiful Chinese poem.

It tells about a girl picking lotus.

She looks like the lotus flowers.

We can hear her song.

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“Do Good,Have Good”

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Quiet Night Thought is a famous Chinese poem by Li Bai. It expresses homesickness when seeing the moon at night.

Quiet Night Thought

Li Bai

Before my bed, the moon shines bright.

I think it is frost on the ground.

I look up at the bright moon,

I bow down and think of home.

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Poem titled "I can try!"

I may be small, but I can try,

I lift my head and reach the sky.

When things are hard, I still stand tall,

Because I know I’ll give my all.

Sometimes I fall, sometimes I miss,

But every try leads me to this:

A stronger heart, a braver mind,

The power of “I’ll try again” I find.

Step by step, I climb so high,

With courage shining in my eye.

No mountain big, no dream too far,

Because I know how strong I am.

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Try everything!

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My poem is all about 'the morning'

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Poem Title - The Moon Game

Uploaded to drive

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jr2-SYR9l4Yt_htsC727wg1L3jcG60qk/view?usp=sharing

Poem -

I’m the moon and I play games.

I don’t always loom the same

Sometimes I’m round,

Shape like a sphere

Sometimes just half of me

seems to be here

Sometimes I’m a crescent

shaped like a smile

Sometimes I surprise you

and hide for a while

Look up in the sky

For my friendly light

What shape will I have

When you see me tonight?

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Here is a poem I composed myself about my little brother !

I have a little brother

We love cold weather

Soups and noodles we eat together

We play lots of hide and seek

Which makes us really weak

We take a little sleep

Again we play all through the week.

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If — Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream— and not make dreams your master;

If you can think— and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, / broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

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The poem “Butterfly” by Ema Hardesty reflects the beautiful journey of childhood and growth. The small handprints symbolize the innocence and precious moments of being little . Just like a butterfly that starts small and later spreads its wings, the child will also become independent and one day explore the world. The poem gently reminds us to cherish the precious moments of childhood, because one day the child will grow, follow their own path, and share their beauty and talents with the world. 🦋✨

Thank you for listening!!

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" Capybara"

I am a capybara, calm and grand,
The largest rodent in the land.
In South American wetlands I stay,
Near rivers where I swim and play.

I graze on grasses fresh and green,
The tallest reeds you’ve ever seen.
I live in groups both day and night,
Together we stay safe from fright.

I became world famous, a joyful trend,
With animal friends I always blend.
Though big and strong, I live in peace,
A symbol of calm where worries cease.

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Zara (3L) – Recitation of “Little Crocodile” by Lewis Carroll

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Zara (3L) – Recitation of “Little Crocodile” by Lewis Carroll

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How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!

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Hi! Today I will be sharing a poem about “Leaves”.

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Hi, I am Melissa Yap, today I gonna to sing a Malay poem.

Buah cempedak di luar pagar

Ambil galah tolong jolokkan

Saya budak baru belajar

Kalau salah tolong tunjukkan

Rasa sayang, hey

Rasa sayang sayang hey

Hey lihat nona jauh

Rasa sayang sayang hey

Pisang emas dibawa berlayar

Masak sebiji di atas peti

Hutang emas boleh dibayar

Hutang budi dibawa mati

Rasa sayang, hey

Rasa sayang sayang hey

Hey lihat nona jauh

Rasa sayang sayang hey

I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you.

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Hello Everyone,

I have written this poem all by myself. While i was learning rhyming. I am presenting this in a rap style.

Rhyming gives language a rhythm, almost like a beat you can tap your foot to. That’s why songs, poems, and even chants feel so catchy—they flow.

Coming up with rhymes is like solving tiny puzzles

Sometimes you start with one word and end up building a whole idea just to make it rhyme.

Rhyming gives you permission to be a little weird:

Please vote for me.

Thanks

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Poem - All my great excuses, recited by Farhaan from 5O

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Poem - All my great excuses, recited by Farhaan from 5O

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I am delighted to present my recitation of “All My Great Excuses” by Ken Nesbitt. This humorous poem is full of funny and imaginative excuses for not doing homework. I hope you enjoy my performance!

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I am a newspaper,

Once I was a tree,

When you are done reading,

Please recycle me.

I'm a plastic container,

Numbers 1, 2 or 3,

When I am all empty,

Please recycle me.

I am a glass bottle,

Filled with iced tea,

When you are done drinking,

Please recycle me.

I am a metal can,

Holding things from A to Z,

Aluminium or steel,

Please recycle me.

I am your Mother Earth,

Don't pollute my land or sea,

Reduce, reuse and recycle,

Please rescue me.

This poem encouraging recycling different materials like newspapers, plastic containers, glass bottles, metal cans, and overall reducing pollution. It describes each material's origin and calls on the reader to recycle them once used to help rescue and protect Mother Earth from pollution.

Presented by: Jayden from 20

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Ruhin Yadav from 3A talks about the "The little Seed's Journey" with empathy and passion

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Ruhin Yadav from 3A talks about the "The little Seed's Journey" with empathy and passion

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Poem - The Little Seed’s Journey 🌱

A tiny seed sleeps in the ground,

Quiet, small, without a sound.

It waits for rain, the sun, and light,

Dreaming of growing strong and bright.

The warm sun shines up in the sky,

Soft white clouds are drifting by.

Raindrops fall from high above,

Bringing water and gentle love.

Slowly, slowly, the seed will wake,

Pushing through the earth it takes.

A tiny sprout peeks up to see

The world above, the tall green tree.

Little leaves begin to grow,

Shining brightly in the sun’s glow.

The wind comes softly, makes them dance,

Twisting, turning in a happy prance.

Day by day the plant grows tall,

Standing proud and strong for all.

Flowers bloom and fruits appear,

Bringing joy to all who are near. 🌿

Thank you for listening

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Punch, the Monkey 🙈

Punch the monkey was all alone,

His mommy had left him, cold as stone.

A kind orangutan kept him warm,

And held him safe away from harm.

The other monkeys laughed and teased,

Poor Punch felt sad and not at ease.

The zookeeper cared and gave him love,

Now Punch feels happy, safe, and snug.

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Vedha enjoy's reciting The Tyger by William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat.

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp.

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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Niralya from 2T shares a magical story about tiny fairies and unicorn! 🧚‍♀️🦄

In an enchanted forest, the fairies work together to help the unicorn . A fun and heartwarming tale sprinkled with fairy dust! ✨

Thank you for listening!

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I am Nishv from 4T. And I am going to tell here a beautiful and powerful poem “Nothing Can Stop Me “

This poem teaches us to be brave, believe in yourself and never give up.

Nothing Can Stop me……

Sometimes the wind blows loud at night,

And shadows dance without a light.

Sometimes the thunder starts to call—

But I’m not scared,

No, not at all.

When worries whisper in my ear,

And try to fill my heart with fear,

I stand up tall, I won’t be small—

They cannot scare me,

Not at all.

If I fall down, I rise again,

A little stronger now than then.

I dust my knees, I stand up tall—

Because I know

I can face it all.

Big dreams may seem too far away,

But step by step, day after day,

With courage strong and standing tall—

There’s nothing that

Can make me fall.

So, here I stand, both brave and free,

The very best version of me.

The world is big—I’m standing tall,

And nothing can stop me,

Nothing at all.

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Hermione by iyra and ipeng

Being expelled, worst than being killed?

Hermione will never do things against her will

Smartest witch in her time they say

I say the wittiest and bravest all the way

From leviosa to reducto

She knew exactly when to be perfecto

Hermione is truly inspirational

Because she is totally sensational

Don’t cross Hermione as she will make you pay,

Because Hermione totally slay!!

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Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are!

⭐️🌟💫🤩

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"Sick" by Shel Silverstein

“I cannot go to school today,”

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

“I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I’m going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox

And there’s one more that’s seventeen,

And don’t you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut my eyes are blue

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I’m sure that my left leg is broke

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button’s caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,

My ’pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is what?

What’s that? What’s that you say?

You say today is . . . Saturday?

G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

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Kaia 1T: "Po and Opo" by Rosalina Sebastian

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Kaia 1T: "Po and Opo" by Rosalina Sebastian

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My mom and dad said, “Be kind each day,

Use gentle words in what you say.

When you talk to elders, kind and slow,

Show your respect with “po” and “opo.”

In every place, at home or school,

Being polite is a golden rule.

I feel so happy, proud, and bright,

When I choose words that are kind and right.

Note: The original poem is written in Filipino language. This version is translated to English and adapted with rhyming words for the competition.

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Look around,

there’s so much plastic,

Let’s recycle,

it’s fantastic.

​Don’t forget,

about paper and glass,

Recycle together,

with your entire class.

​We’ll make sure,

we never litter,

Let’s recycle,

we’re not quitters.

​When we place our garbage,

in the right bin,

Both us and nature,

will surely win.

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Hello everyone 😃

My story is about staying strong, brave, and never giving up even in tough times. 💪

When adversity knocks on the door, who would you like to be—strong and brave, or someone who gives up?

If you believe in courage, please vote for me. Thank you! 🌟

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“A Student’s Life”

I opened my book to study today,

But my sleepy eyes just looked away.

My brain said, “Focus, exams are near!”

My heart said, “Let’s watch videos here.”

Homework waiting, piling high,

While my motivation slowly says goodbye.

Teacher says, “Study and you will shine,”

But my bed keeps whispering, “Nap time.”

Still I try, though it’s not always fun,

Because one day my hard work will be number one! 📚✨

So I’ll keep learning every day,

And make my dreams come true one day! ✨📚