POEM: Words

Words are watching you
They gather your thoughts
They tell your secrets
They spread lies
and state truths
They can break a heart
They ruin friendships
or destroy an evening
Beware words
They can imprison you
or set you free

This poem came about as I was mindlessly watching tv and thinking of the impact that certain people’s words have had on others. It got me thinking about the power of words and how easily they can be misused to create harm.

POEM: We Go A Wandering

Photo by  Abhinav Narayan 


It is interesting how the mind works. I haven’t written any new poems for a while or posted on here but thought it was about time I did. So what to write. I decided on a poem but my brain was empty of ideas. So I went to bed having written nothing.
A bad nights sleep. I kept waking up. I woke up at 3AM, wide awake. So I decided to listen to a Frank Skinner podcast on poetry. The poet he was referencing had written a poem using ABC structure so I thought “I’ll try that!”. Then I fell happily asleep.
It was that time when you are half-awake, half-dreaming. I was dreaming of people walking in the countryside and a song/poem filled the air. I came to. The words still clear in my head. I wrote them down. I wasn’t sure of some of the words – did they even exist. I checked. Yes, they did. I had written a poem in my sleep state using real words I didn’t think I knew. How strange!
So here is that short poem.

Here we go a wandering
A trundling
A trolling
Here we go a wandering
In the glade

Trundling = to move in a wagon; to roll along
Trolling = to say in full, rolling voice

POEM: Man In The Moon

Half moon

 

There was a man in the moon,
Who switched the lights off too soon,
Day turned to night,
All people in fright,
Running in fear of the doom.

 

This type of poem is called a limerick.  It was made popular by Edward Lear in the 19th centurty. I just love these types of poems. They are great fun to write because of the clear structure and rhyme pattern. 

A limerick has five lines with a clear AABBA rhyme pattern:

There was a man in the moon, A
Who switched the lights off too soon, A
Day turned to night, B
All people in fright, B
Running in fear of the doom. A

and a da-de-da-de-da, da-de-da-de-da, de-da-de-da, de-da-de-da, da-de-da-de-da rhythm to it.

Why don’t you have a go?

There are more examples here: https://www.brownielocks.com/kidlimericks.html

POEM: Summer sea & sand

Blue sea under blue sky

Sea
blue cerulean
crashing rushing swirling
deep expanse colour grains
slipping rolling sliding
warm butterscotch
sand

 

This type of poem is called a diamante. I thought I would try and write one myself as I like poems with clear structures. They can be fun to play with. It uses the following structure:

One noun (a)
2 adjectives (about a)
3 verbs (about a)2 nouns  (about a) + 2 nouns (about b)
3 verbs (about b)
2 adjectives (about b)
One noun (b)

So in above poem:

Sea
blue cerulean
crashing rushing swirling
deep expanse colour grains
slipping rolling sliding
warm butterscotch
sand

Why not try and write your own?

POEM: the day the school was shut

shut school

the caretaker lost his broom
did a cartwheel
across the classroom
the day the school was shut

the school PA charged the computer
went on Dateline
looking for a suitor
the day the school was shut

the teachers began to sing
skipping around
in a great ring
the day the school was shut

the cook threw the potato smash
juggled the plates
watched them crash
the day the school was shut

the parents all began to scream
ran out the doors
looking for ice-cream
the day the school was shut

the school nurse poured out  lotion
skidded across the floor
causing a commotion
the day the school was shut

the Head Teacher stroked his wig
hopped on a table
and did a jig
the day the school was shut

This poem came about as I was inspired to do a poem about school’s shutting due to the Covid-19 lockdown. Then it snowed and I remembered the glorious snow days as a kid and the school getting shut and being able to play with friends in the snow.

POEM: Beauty is…

Beauty

 

Beauty is a warm summer’s day
Beauty is a baby’s first smile
Beauty is a kiss from a mother
Beauty is the symmetry of a square
Beauty is the taste of hot chocolate
Beauty is the laughter of children
Beauty is the red of a scented rose
Beauty is the heart of my love

 

I should explain a little bit about this poem. It was written to help teach a group of Year 3 about metaphor and provide a simple stylistic model for their own poem. It also can provide a stimulus for Philosophy4Children (another interest of mine).

POEM: Pingpongwibblybong

Pingpongwibblybong 
sat on Crankle’s knee

Pingpongwibblybong
sailed the sleshy sea

Pingpongwibblybong
climbed the Ya-ya tree

Pingpongwibblybong 
fought the criddle flea

Pingpongwibblybong
greatest hero that be! 

 

I love making up words. I love the sound that some of them can make. This poem was inspired by Spike Milligan’s poem “On The Ning Nang Nong.”

POEM: Counting to 20

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‘I can count to twenty,’ said Wilf

‘Go on then,’ said Mum

‘One, two, three,
Four, five, six,
Seven, eight,
Nine, ten,
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen,
Fifteen…fifteen, sixteen,
Seventeen, eighteen,
Nineteen, twenty.
Finished!’

‘What happened to eleven?’

‘I don’t like eleven.’

When my son was little, he loved maths and was always asking questions about numbers. It reminded me of the joy you have counting up when you first learn to do it. This poem is about that joy with some humour thrown in.

POEM: What’s That Noise?

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What’s that noise outside?
Bounding from the tree
What’s that noise outside?
Making me want to flee.

What’s that noise in the garden?
Slinking through the grass
What’s that noise in the garden?
I hope it does not last.

What’s that noise by the back door?
Clawing at the window
What’s that noise by the back door?
I wish it would just go.

What’s that noise in the kitchen?
Sneaking across the floor
What’s that noise in the kitchen?
With sharp teeth and claws.

What’s that noise in the hallway?
Slithering up the stairs
What’s that noise in the hallway?
I wish it was not there.

What’s that noise on the landing?
Creeping in the night
 What’s that noise on the landing?
Giving me a fright.

What’s that noise in my bedroom?
Leaping on my bed
What’s that noise in my bedroom
It’s …..my cat Winifred!