The best blooms in this garden of life have to be our children. They are our future; they are our promise. So it is with this in mind that we ask you to “write one for the kids!” Write a children’s poem. Don’t make it about a child, make it FOR the child. Make it fun, make it educational, make it whatever you think a child would appreciate and cherish.
MARIE ELENA’S SILLINESS:
Walt, you’ll remember this one. I believe it is probably still your favorite, and it’s actually mine as well. Happy birthday, Walt! This is for you, and all the other silly-lovin’ kids of the world. 
IF THE WHOLE WORLD WAS SILLY
Inspired by Shel Silverstein’s “If the World Was Crazy”
If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d eat?
Worm Fettuccini, right off of the street.
Some caramelized whiskers of catfish today;
Tomorrow, perhaps a nice leather fillet.
A handful of gravel from Mr. Green’s drive,
With honey bee’s knees from an elephant’s hive.
Gallons of hazelnut-chocolate-bean chili.
That’s what I’d eat if the whole world was silly.
If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d wear?
An upside-down tuba, and one for a spare.
A glove on my foot, and two socks on one hand,
Yesterday’s junk mail; fresh peach skin (or canned).
My big sister’s homework, my Uncle Jim’s lures,
And maybe that G.I. Joe lunch pail of yours.
Oversized dentures from Great, Great Aunt Milly.
That’s what I’d wear if the whole world was silly.
If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d do?
I’d unzip the sky to let hippos skip through.
I’d hop into books, and I’d flip through my bed.
I’d butter my face, and smooth lip balm on bread.
I’d plant fish from seed, and teach star fruit to swim.
Then I’d color each glare with a nice shade of dim.
Everyone’s name would end with “The Frilly,”
If I was the queen, and the whole world was silly.
© Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2009
I think the birthday boy might be sleeping in. Shhh … party softly ’til he joins us again. ;)
WHO THE HECK WOKE ME…
MY BALLOON IS FULL OF HOT AIR
My balloon can soar and fly,
up in the blue and cloud filled sky.
traveling without a care
because it’s all full of hot air.
I think I’d like to be a balloon
and fly without a care,
but I can’t go fly for you see that I
am not full of hot air. Much.
© Copyright Walter the Frilly – 2013
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February 3rd, 2013 at 8:25 AM
Oh, great fun today… and Happy Birthday, Walt!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:25 AM
That was fun Marie! I’m not too good with the whole write for little children thing. We’ll see if I can come up with something…
February 3rd, 2013 at 12:03 PM
I love silly., yours especially, ME. Happy birthday Walt (pianissimo)
February 4th, 2013 at 1:24 AM
WALT! Happy day, my friend. Marie, thanks for telling us, as I am rarely on Facebook/ A poem about a kid, written for a kid. OK, I promise not to look in the mirror, and I’ll concentrate on Riley, hee hee.
February 4th, 2013 at 5:53 AM
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February 7th, 2013 at 8:19 PM
Thanks Amy.It was a Happy day all around.You’re always a kid at heart
February 7th, 2013 at 8:20 PM
Thank you Viv!
February 4th, 2013 at 1:30 PM
Thanks again, Laurie!
February 6th, 2013 at 8:35 AM
A few days late, but Happy Birthday Walt. Hey, it is silly week so why not celebrate a Sat birthday on Wednesday. Surprise yourself, and have two birthdays in one week.!! Kids would do that.
February 7th, 2013 at 8:20 PM
Iris, I love your thought process on that!
February 3rd, 2013 at 8:42 AM
Plan B
My puppy wanted to fly so I
bought fairy wings
from the costume shop
and sprinkled them
with glossy glitter.
I tried to catch
the saucy dog
who only wanted to
play dodge ball
and hide-n-go-seek.
From den to hall
back and forth
like a comedy show,
he yip-yapped
and I giggled
with merry delight,
until I smish-smashed
the fairy wings
into my closet door,
was tick-tackled
with wet puppy kisses.
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:21 AM
Love it! Laurie
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:39 AM
yip-yapped, smish-smashed, tick-tackled – HOW FUN!!
Marie Elena
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:07 AM
A great romp through child-puppy play Laurie. Your well written words helped me to relive it!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:53 AM
Thanks y’all!
February 3rd, 2013 at 12:08 PM
fun all the way.
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:37 PM
Cute and totally fun!!
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:42 PM
Ha–the puppy WANTED to fly? Sure he did. Love this!
February 4th, 2013 at 5:54 AM
Puppy sweetness!!
February 4th, 2013 at 12:30 PM
How cute, Laurie! So like a puppy!
February 8th, 2013 at 7:00 PM
Ooh! How puppyish!
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:23 AM
The Horse
The thunder of the horses’s hooves
Does rumble ‘cross the ground
So like majestic kings he moves
Amazing all around
And then he slows down to a trot
With jiggles and a bounce
His horsey nose a whiff has caught
Of something just an ounce
I hold the apple in my hand
Now he’s so meek and mild
For just a fruity taste to land
Became just like a child
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:08 AM
I love the progression from frightening thunder to docile child, Connie. Your words provided stunning visuals!
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:39 PM
Love this! Horses are so beautiful.
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:42 PM
Wonderful imagery!
February 4th, 2013 at 5:55 AM
Aww… don’t they tho!?
February 4th, 2013 at 12:31 PM
Horses, big and small, I like so much, maybe as much as they like apples!:)
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:40 AM
Great start, Connie and Laurei!
Now, all my ICL buddies … this is your time to shine!
Marie Elena
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:50 PM
This little light of mine… ^_^
February 4th, 2013 at 2:03 AM
Sure is!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:02 AM
Losing Things
My glove was in my pocket.
That’s where I saw it last,
but now it isn’t in there.
I’d better find it fast.
Perhaps it’s in my backpack,
or maybe in my room.
If I don’t want my Mom to know
I’d better find it soon.
It seems I’ve looked all over.
It’s nowhere to be found.
I’ve covered every inch of floor
but it’s just not around.
I’m really getting worried–
I haven’t found it yet.
My Mom is gonna kill me.
How much worse can it get?
She says I’m ALWAYS losing things.
I guess she’s kind of right.
I just can’t keep my clothing straight,
I must not be too bright.
Whoopee! I can’t believe it!
I found it in the john.
Before I next misplace it,
I’d better put it on.
I worried all for nothing–
I wish I’d known before.
But now, where is my homework?
I left it on the floor…
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:39 AM
I like this a lot! Fun for adults and children to read.
February 3rd, 2013 at 12:10 PM
That sounds like me – when I was little, and again now I’m going batty.
February 3rd, 2013 at 1:06 PM
LOL me too!
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:41 PM
LOL this is too funny! And I can totally relate. You would not believe how forgetful I am…my friends still don’t quite believe it. I’m kinda like Dory from Nemo.
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:51 PM
Now this is my kind of poem… Well done!
February 4th, 2013 at 12:22 AM
This is my oldest daughter:)
February 4th, 2013 at 5:57 AM
Ha, ha, ha…!!
February 8th, 2013 at 7:01 PM
That was fun!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:03 AM
This is great! Happy Birthday to Ol’ Santa-dude! And Marie – loved the poem! The other poems here so far are awesome, too. ♥
February 7th, 2013 at 8:22 PM
No one I’d rather have a back-to-back birthday with but my Buddy Randi! Santa-dude thanks you from the bottom of his bag!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:11 AM
Oh Marie, my kids would have loved your wonderful poem. I think as adults we still all wish the whole world was silly!
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:26 AM
February 4th, 2013 at 5:58 AM
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February 3rd, 2013 at 10:45 AM
So…Have You Seen…?
So… have you seen my bright blue cat?
How ‘bout my sea-green jaguar?
I’m sure you won’t think, ‘Hey! Bizarre!’
or, “Mom, you’re just some crazed ol’ bat!”
Instead, you’ll say, “Oh look! What dat?
What hues hide in our big paint jar?”
How ‘bout my sea-green jaguar?
So… have you seen my bright blue cat?
We like our pets in color. That
(at least in our house) is just par.
Pink fur and feathers? Superstar!
A fuchsia frog! A real red rat!
So… have you seen my bright blue cat?
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February 3rd, 2013 at 10:53 AM
lol RJ. I think we have all had one at one time or another! Very clever.
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:25 AM
♥
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:27 AM
February 3rd, 2013 at 12:12 PM
You’ve hit on why children’s art is so delightful.
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:42 PM
So sweet! That’s how my baby sis colors pictures…
February 4th, 2013 at 6:00 AM
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:05 AM
WORDS TO THE WISE
“Happy the man who can call today his own.”
–Horace
Take one step at a time.
Don’t hasten towards regret.
To the future, be blind.
Forget the past; don’t whine.
The present’s our best bet.
Take one step at a time.
You’ll find reason to shine
And never cause to fret.
To the future, be blind.
This moment’s yours and mine.
The next is not here yet.
Take one step at a time.
Don’t look for worry signs
Of days we haven’t met.
To the future, be blind.
Today is on the line.
So far it’s all we get.
Take one step at a time.
To the future, be blind.
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February 3rd, 2013 at 1:09 PM
So true and wonderfully written. Listen, my children.
February 4th, 2013 at 6:01 AM
Oh, Amen!
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:25 AM
“The Cat and the Dolphin”
The cat and the dolphin, they did meet!
was on a very watery street.
“My, my your whiskers tickle my chin”
said the Dolphin.
“But your mouth is as smooth as ice cream”
said the feline!
With awe they rubbed each others soft front
It was love at first touch, to be blunt.
(Too awesome! enter on search line “dolphin and cat on utube”. You will love this video if you have not seen it yet. I can’t figure out how to do the direct link here, sorry)
February 3rd, 2013 at 12:20 PM
I loved your poem, and the video, but then was nosy enough to see if there were any more and came to the sad story of the death of these captive dolphins at a Theatre of the Sea, due to contamination from the feral cats. It was quite a shock after chuckling at the cat’s antics: http://dolphinelle.wordpress.com/2012/08/03/cat-and-dolphin-viral-video-the-final-spin/
February 3rd, 2013 at 3:38 PM
Oh, I am so sorry to hear that about the feral cat contamination. I had no idea the dolphins were being subjected to such! I thought it was just someone’s house pet who was meeting up with the dolphins for the first time. The dolphins are so much like curious children who delight in just about any contact. So sad!
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:10 PM
I agree. The playful cat and dolphins were enchanting, which made what followed even more shocking.
February 3rd, 2013 at 1:14 PM
I loved your poem especially because I have seen the video before. Here is the link:
February 4th, 2013 at 6:03 AM
“…Love at first touch…” Love that line ~ <3 ~
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:34 AM
CORRECTION:
“But your mouth is like ice cream, sublime,
said the feline!”
February 3rd, 2013 at 3:35 PM
Oh, thank you so much, Linda!
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:55 AM
Marie, I think Walt simply let the expert write a poem. You are a natural. I’m good at silly, but it is adult silly. This will be a stretch.
February 3rd, 2013 at 12:42 PM
Nursery rhyme
A famous Jill went off in a huff
To buy a new muff
to soothe her ruffled pride.
Running down the track
came Bill and Ben
and a little fat hen
all cackling with laughter
Jack never came back
to live with them all
happily ever after.
So ends the story:
after all that furore
in peace, signed
yours truly, Anon.
February 3rd, 2013 at 1:13 PM
Not Spelling!
It’s great fun to read and write,
but then they said to spell.
I think and think with all my might
but I simply don’t spell well.
Does kat start with a K or C?
They both can sound the same.
I cannot for the life of me
guess for which sounds I aim.
First you need to hear it well
when you sound it out.
But how can I ever tell
what spelling’s all about
when As and Is, Os and Us
get mixed up in my head?
It’s such a challinge to choose.
Do I use an I or E instead?
I’d want cheat and use spell check
but that is not allowed.
Besides would I pick be or bee
to please that teacher crowd?
February 3rd, 2013 at 1:19 PM
My father, who was a brilliant man but could simply not spell, would have read me this poem incessantly! I love it soooo much.
February 3rd, 2013 at 3:43 PM
Whoops I want TO cheat. Linda, this is simply the speaking as a child version of my adult problem. I did finally learn how to spell challenge by using AOL’s spell check. It is amazing how many words I have heard wrong all of my life.
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:35 PM
Haha, good one Sheryl! I can totally imagine my brother thinking something like this. I am always teasing him about his spelling!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:00 PM
I know both kids and adults who would love this one! I’ve always said spelling well is more of a talent than a skill…
February 3rd, 2013 at 1:53 PM
Another one for the older child:
A VIRTUAL LIFE
When I’m feeling sad and blue
there is something I can do:
I walk away from trial and strife
and straight into my virtual life.
In this new life I can be free
of all those things that torment me.
I’m the lovely princess bride
who lives the life that I decide.
My friends are perfect by design.
They worship me and treat me fine.
My work is only what I choose
and I decide which worlds to use.
If my dreams were so defined
that they were just what I designed,
then I would choose to never wake.
i’d stay in dreamland, no mistake.
But since my dreams are uncontrolled,
I’ll use the mouse that I now hold
and with one click avoid this strife,
escaping to my virtual life.
February 8th, 2013 at 7:04 PM
Wonderful, LInda!
February 3rd, 2013 at 2:18 PM
A TREASURY OF POEMS
I found a magic book of verse
and hid it in my closet.
Each page I turned was like a purse,
each word a gold deposit.
I read the poems and then again.
They brought much wealth to me.
Those words and phrases, truest friends,
Oh, they filled this boy with glee!
One night I laid me down to sleep
and dreamed my book caught fire.
I heard the poets scream and weep,
their words burned on the pyre.
When morning came, no magic there,
I searched but could not find it.
But poems I learned I make appear,
so I really do not mind it.
No greater treasure on this earth
can please me like a poem will.
Those words that dance in measured worth
bring magic to me still!
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February 3rd, 2013 at 5:24 PM
A sweetheart of a poem, Sal!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:02 PM
Lovely!
February 4th, 2013 at 2:01 AM
So very sweet, Sal!
February 4th, 2013 at 6:09 AM
Yes!!
February 3rd, 2013 at 2:26 PM
Marie, your silliness is impeccable. I lovelovelove your poem! It reminds me a lot of Jack Prelutsky, whose poetry I adored as a child.
February 3rd, 2013 at 3:02 PM
I love this prompt because I love children’s poetry. And your example had me smiling, Marie Elena.
February 3rd, 2013 at 3:24 PM
Don’t get me wrong here, I love schoolwork! I just know some people who don’t.
Now Wouldn’t That Be Fun?
Homework? Oh what a drag,
What do I need homework for?
Homework’s not interesting,
It’s just straight fact: what a bore!
Now wouldn’t it be fun,
If I could turn every page
Into a fairyland?
I’d so jump out of this cage!
I’d shove numbers aside,
And tiptoe through Wonderland,
Leave math, reading behind,
And fly straight to Neverland.
There’d be no boring tests,
No scowling problems to stare
Straight at me from the page,
I would be free as the air!
I think I’d better finish this work,
Wonder where I can hire some magic…
February 3rd, 2013 at 3:56 PM
I think many students (and even adults) would agree with your take on homework. Your poetry is a delight, Erin. Thanks so much for sharing it! You have a real talent that I hope you continue to share with the world.
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:29 PM
Aw thanks so much, Linda!! ❤’s to you!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:04 PM
“Wonder where I can hire some magic… ”
Wonderful line! Let me know when you find out where, ‘k?
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:45 PM
Thanks, Kate! ❤ I’ll let you know…
February 4th, 2013 at 6:11 AM
Hee, hee…
February 3rd, 2013 at 3:54 PM
Grandpa’s Ridin’
Hold your horses, lace up yer boots!
Crazy Grandpa, is on the loose!
He’s ridin’ hard, and ridin’ fast,
He’ll ride long after, daylight’s past.
Up all night, checkin’ the list,
If it’s left behind, sure be missed,
Toys for the boy and books fer learnin’,
Gotta get movin, daylight’s burnin.
Lovely ladies await his arrival,
Nothin’ can stop him, they’re his survival,
Daughters of beauty, maidens of joy,
The envy of every father, son, and boy.
Hardly wait to see, and hold em tight,
Just to look upon em, oh what a sight,
Hearts of gold, wisdom, and love,
Pure treasures, tall blessings, from above.
Keep the light on, and the coffee ready,
Should reach by nightfall, keepin’ it steady.
Clean yer rifles, polish yer guns,
Bring plenty of ammo, for all the sons.
Turkey aplenty, deer on the hoof,
If we run out of room, we’ll raise the roof,
Everythin’ made with lovin’ care,
It’ll be a feedin’, none to compare.
Time will pass quick, but it’s worth the ride,
Got a good saddle and the paint likes the stride,
He’s just as eager and ready to go,
Comin’ back home, we’ll take it real slow.
Saddle yer horses, hold back the snow!
Grandpa’s ridin’, he’s a comin’, don’t ya know!
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:32 PM
How sweet! They must love their Grandpa!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:05 PM
Terrific voice!
February 4th, 2013 at 6:13 AM
Ha, ha… Love this!!
February 4th, 2013 at 9:03 PM
Thanks all
February 8th, 2013 at 10:30 PM
I can see this as a song, David. It is wonderful.
February 8th, 2013 at 10:48 PM
Thank you
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:06 PM
ADORABLE, Meg, My grandchildren wil LOVE this!! Walt, Sooo cute. And Happy Birthday!!
February 3rd, 2013 at 4:30 PM
Yes, happiest of happy birthdays to our Walt!! (Quietly of course…)
February 4th, 2013 at 1:32 PM
I’m up now. You can shout it!
Thank you, Erin.
February 4th, 2013 at 7:41 PM
Oh goodie! HAPPY BIRTHDAY WALT!!!!!!!!!
February 4th, 2013 at 1:31 PM
Thank you, Henri!
February 5th, 2013 at 7:22 AM
February 3rd, 2013 at 5:22 PM
Marie, wow! This is a terrific fun inventive snappy…..etc. poem. Happy Birthday, Walt!
Great Ideas for Risk Takers
Take a sip from the lip of a frog on a bog,
Take a dive into hives full of honey,
Take a prune from a loon, shake a snake on the lake,
Tweak the rose of a nose when it’s runny.
Put a skunk in your trunk, open rice for the mice,
Get up close to the crows when they’re cawing,
Climb a fence, take the horn of a bull in the corn,
Stick around for the sound of his pawing.
During spring fling, you may make a lovely bouquet
From this fine leafy-vined poison ivy;
Put a leash on five geese, pull them close to your knees,
Goose a rhino’s caboose when he’s lively.
Pinch the fat on a cat, pin a tail on a whale,
Feed hot chilies to billy goats gruff.
Pour cement in your tent, put duct tape on an ape,
And you’ll learn: often less is enough.
There is fun to be had, (though some fun makes you sad),
With a mom or a dad or your friends.
Every “why not?” you’ve got may lead you to a pot
Full of troubles that double offense.
Some adventures prevent your attaining old age.
Some advice is a slice of disaster.
Use your head and instead of a life filled with strife,
You can smile all the while and be Master.
February 4th, 2013 at 6:17 AM
Oh, Another one for my Granbabies!!
Especially: “…And you’ll learn: often less is enough…”
February 4th, 2013 at 11:34 PM
Thanks, Hen. Hope they enjoy it! Mine is not old enough to celebrate poetry yet.
February 5th, 2013 at 7:22 AM
<3! Your little one will be there before you know it!!
!
February 4th, 2013 at 1:33 PM
Thanks Jane.
February 8th, 2013 at 10:32 PM
Jane, this is outstanding. You should have it published.
February 3rd, 2013 at 7:48 PM
STICKS AS BOATS
sticks as boats
speeding down the stream,
spinning and
diving and
swooping around rocks, as rain
makes the course faster
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:03 PM
Perfect Shadorma! Love it!
February 4th, 2013 at 6:22 AM
Hee, hee… I can see them now!
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:20 PM
Hic Sunt Dracones (Here There Be Dragons)
Of all the stuff we like to do or songs we like to sing
There’s nothing more we like as much as being on the wing
We polish up our scales, and we three get in our wagons
Scoot out to the hill and in no time, we are flying dragons
Especially at the end of the day when the light is pretty tricky
You may see us zooming by your house going lickety-splicky
And if you squint your eyes just so and look off sideways too
You will swear three fire-breathing dragons just blew by you
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:00 PM
Aw! Reminds me of my siblings…although they would usually be lions or tigers or something.
February 4th, 2013 at 12:16 AM
Wonderful image:) It also reminds me of a book my kids have about a dragon in a wagon.
February 4th, 2013 at 6:25 AM
Wonderful, magical imaginings!
February 3rd, 2013 at 9:39 PM
Happy birthday, Walt! Marie, I ADORE that poem.
Here’s one of mine:
A Heartfelt Plea
(On Being Busted for Lunchroom Rowdiness)
The lunch lady hates me–
I know that it’s true.
She brews salmonella
To poison my stew.
There’s mud in the jello
And sand in the soup,
And hair in the hot dogs,
And–what is THIS goop?
The meatloaf has teeth, and
It’s centuries old;
The corn is infected
With some kind of mold.
The butter is rancid,
The pudding’s a mess,
The salad is slimy
And really, unless
She hated me, why would
The food all be blue?
It’s toxic, I know it,
But what can I do?
They force me to eat it.
I don’t stand a chance.
Unless I hide French fries
And fruit in my pants,
It’s hopeless—they stare ’til
I empty my plate
Of death-dealing glop, and
I’m left to my fate.
So please, Mrs. Jones, please
Do understand why
I CAN’T settle down—it’s
So noisy to die!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:06 PM
Haha, funny! I’ve never actually been in a school lunchroom…hopefully the food is a little better than you have described, dear Kate!
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:08 PM
Oh, Walt woke up and posted a poem… ha! Much, Walt?
February 3rd, 2013 at 10:43 PM
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:05 PM
So true! I loved this!
February 3rd, 2013 at 11:24 PM
a fun read!
February 4th, 2013 at 12:15 AM
Even as a teacher, I think the lunchroom lady hates me;)
February 4th, 2013 at 6:26 AM
Yikes!!
February 4th, 2013 at 8:56 AM
Perfect children’s poem. Love it!
February 4th, 2013 at 1:34 PM
Thank you, Katie.
February 8th, 2013 at 10:34 PM
Anyone who has ever been in a school lunchroom has to appreciate this one.
February 4th, 2013 at 12:11 AM
Zoo Keeper
When I am a parent, you know what I’ll do
I’ll run my house like a magical zoo.
The children will each have a space to themselves
and I will allow them to climb all the shelves.
Furniture will be for climbing and bouncing
and brothers and sisters will always be pouncing.
They’ll wrestle and holler and make a big mess
but as their parent, I still will not stress.
I’ll join in the ruckus and let out a roar
for life in our house will not be a bore.
Unlike my parents, the lamest of zoo keepers
I will not insist on clean, quiet sleepers.
When I am a parent, you know what I’ll do
I’ll run my house like a magical zoo.
February 4th, 2013 at 6:28 AM
This is DELIGHTFUL!!!
February 4th, 2013 at 9:49 AM
;0 I LOVE it.
February 4th, 2013 at 12:13 AM
Marie Elena, you have a gift for writing for children:)
Happy birthday Walt!
February 4th, 2013 at 9:50 AM
I agree. Marie has a special gift in this area!
February 4th, 2013 at 1:34 PM
Thank you, Shannon.
February 4th, 2013 at 12:39 AM
Nobody
Nobody must be lurking again
one sock is missing from the laundry bin,
the last chocolate chip muffin was eaten last night,
and Hiss, my pet snake, gave mom quite a fright
when Nobody left the cage open up wide
and Hiss slithered out and up her to her side.
Nobody always makes such a mess,
when there should be more, there always is less.
He leaves out the movies and video games.
He riddles my room without any shame.
I hate him, I do. And, yes you would too
if your mom blamed you for what Nobody did do.
February 4th, 2013 at 1:41 AM
How True the slippery Nobody.
February 4th, 2013 at 6:32 AM
!!!!!
!!!!! You Must turn this into a children’s book!!!
February 4th, 2013 at 9:51 AM
YOU, my dear, have a special gift in this area too! another fantastic poem!, yes, a book would be very cool.
February 4th, 2013 at 10:58 AM
You are so kind:)
February 4th, 2013 at 11:01 AM
There was one her to many in line #6…
February 4th, 2013 at 4:37 PM
too not to…gosh, I stink at editing…
February 8th, 2013 at 10:36 PM
Well, I know it wasn’t ME!
February 4th, 2013 at 1:42 AM
LITTLE MAN’S TALE
My name is Little Man
ten inches tall, I am.
I slid down a sunbeam
to eat peaches and cream
out of a purple bowl
that sat on a sweet roll.
While most folks cannot see,
there is a real me,
but it takes believing
for hearing and seeing.
A little guru, am I,
always active and spry.
Year by year on the go,
but I don’t age or grow.
Always age nine I’ll be
and that’s O-K with me.
I love to run and sing,
then twirl round in a ring.
If wind is blowing right,
I’ll try to fly a kite.
If snow piles in the yard,
go sledding on a card.
With my dog named ‘Itty
(Who’s so ‘Itty, bitty)
I go adventuring,
hiking, biking, swimming.
He likes to go with me
to see the things I see.
One time as I sea-swam
I got into a jam.
A fish came after me,
I thought, “Jonah, I’ll Be.”
Fish thought I was his lunch,
I upped my speed a bunch.
Tired, I had to stop,
tread water at one spot,
held hand like traffic cop,
told fish he had to stop,
that he must go away,
I was not lunch that day.
Another thing I do,
which can’t be done by you,
close my eyes, blow a flute
and through the air I scoot
from one room to the next,
not learned from any text.
Scooting up in the air,
without worry or care.
Fun to go here to there
with no traffic to bear.
Like magic carpet ride
with ‘Itty at my side.
I fly about with birds,
to their songs I give words.
Believing, they can see,
hearing, they sing with me.
We share trips we’ve taken
And those we will be makin’.
When the day is ending,
it is time for eating
I scoot back to my home
(my earth home not moon home)
Have quiet time of ease
With one, who believing – sees.
By Marjory M Thompson
Feb 2013
February 4th, 2013 at 1:58 AM
This is ADORABLE!!! I love it, M!
February 4th, 2013 at 6:35 AM
Yes! Adorable!!
February 4th, 2013 at 3:38 PM
Thank You Erin and Hen – “Little man” is a friend I have had for years. We like to do and write about adventures we take. I have drawings of him so that other people can see what he looks like.
February 4th, 2013 at 7:40 PM
That’s so cute! I have something kind of similar…only she’s a girl, a little fairy girl. I should write one about her sometime.
February 5th, 2013 at 7:18 AM
Aww… Yes! My grandchildren need to read about her!!
February 5th, 2013 at 7:19 AM
Hee, hee, Love to see them sometime, M!!
February 4th, 2013 at 4:52 AM
Happy birthday, Walt.
Melissa’s Meltdown
And Melissa was off and at it again:
an angry full-on sullen red-faced
rage, engaged in a seething,
glowing and glowering fit,
a I-won’t-budge where I sit,
a bust-heaving cry, long
and prolonged enough to prove
she had no wish to be sweet, no
interest in sugar and spice or anything
so ickily, sickeningly nice. She
wanted ice cream and she figured
that a meltdown would somehow
get her some now. But when she looked
at her mum’s expressionless face,
there was no trace of ice cream for her
troubles and screams, so she smiled
and tried a coquettish ‘Please’.
.
February 4th, 2013 at 6:36 AM
Ha, ha, ha… Thanks, again, Misky!!
!
February 4th, 2013 at 11:06 AM
My reaction exactly! Amusing:)
February 4th, 2013 at 1:35 PM
I appreciate it Marilyn. Thank you.
February 4th, 2013 at 7:51 AM
This is a sequel to my poem “Frogs & Chewing Gum” which you can listen to on the podcast player on my website.
Hens and Honey
Hector Freckle and the Tickle Monster
Went on a trip to France
The monster ate frog’s legs
And Hector learnt to dance
Hens and honey make a mess
And will often spoil your Sunday best
They went up the Eiffel Tower
And took photos of the views
The monster tickled tourists
So they could jump the queues
Hens and honey make a mess
And will often spoil your Sunday best
The looked at all the famous sights
And went to lots of museums
The monster tickled statues
When no one else could see him
Hens and honey make a mess
And will often spoil your Sunday best
They had a boat ride on the river
And ate from a golden dish
And as they passed under bridges
The monster tickled the fish
Hens and honey make a mess
And will often spoil your Sunday best
When it was time to go home
The plane was shiny,big and long
They smiled at each other
And sang a little song
Hens and honey make a mess
And will often spoil your Sunday best
Don’t give jam to a goose
For if you do he’ll be no use
And if the chrorus don’t stay indented I will spit!
Iain
February 4th, 2013 at 12:06 PM
It’s a rollicking good time, Iain, spit or spat.
February 4th, 2013 at 4:46 PM
Thanks Jane
February 4th, 2013 at 12:16 PM
Ha, ha, ha… you had me at: “…Hector Freckle and the Tickle Monster…” Thank you, Iain!
February 4th, 2013 at 4:47 PM
Thanks Hen, I appreciate your laughter
February 5th, 2013 at 7:17 AM
!!
February 8th, 2013 at 10:38 PM
Very imaginative tale here, Iain.
February 9th, 2013 at 5:16 AM
Thank you
February 4th, 2013 at 7:53 AM
Spat!
February 4th, 2013 at 8:04 AM
[...] at her mum’s expressionless face,there was no trace of ice cream for her troubles and screams, so she smiled and tried a coquettish ‘Please’….Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt #93 The Children’s Hour [...]
February 4th, 2013 at 9:48 AM
WOW! I’m completely blown away by all the fantastic children’s poems here today. Superb!
February 4th, 2013 at 9:54 AM
Mothers and Fellers
Mother tells me to clean my ears
To eat my greens
To wash my face
Mother tells me to pick up my toys
Be nice to my sister
And put things back in place
Mother tells me that worms ain’t fer pockets
And mother tells me
To let the frog go
Mother tells me I’m growin’ too fast
But I think I’m growin’
Awfully slow
Mother tells me to shush, baby’s sleepin’
But I was simply
Chasin’ my ball
Sometimes I think that mothers and fellers
Really don’t understand
Each other at all
Mother tells me to mind my manners
She tells me its bedtime
When it’s quarter-past noon
She says do your homework
Do your best, and remember
You’re gonna be a man someday soon
Mother tells me I’m her little sunshine
She tousles my hair
An’ hugs me real tight
She makes my favorite fruit cobbler for dinner
And she doesn’t scold me
When I snitch a wee bite
At bedtime she listens
And I tell her my thinkin’s
She smiles and tucks me in with my football
Well, maybe, perhaps mothers understand fellers
Just a weeny-teeny little bit
After all
© Janet Martin
February 4th, 2013 at 11:05 AM
“Mother tells me I’m growin’ too fast
But I think I’m growin’
Awfully slow”
How true!
February 4th, 2013 at 12:19 PM
Adorable
!!
February 4th, 2013 at 11:44 AM
Around Gram’s Campfire: She’d Rather Wear Rocks
“I’ll trade my socks
for all your rocks!”
My Precious said to me,
“But why my rocks
you need my socks
For rocks can’t warm your feet.”
“Just throw the rocks
into a pot
And I will walk across.”
“To warm your feet?!”
“Yes, helps me sleep!!”
I took my Silly socks.
(My fashion sense can be a little Quirky at times…
! )
February 4th, 2013 at 1:07 PM
February 5th, 2013 at 7:15 AM
February 4th, 2013 at 2:17 PM
Cute!!
February 5th, 2013 at 7:14 AM
“Tanks”!
February 4th, 2013 at 11:58 AM
Walt, “MY BALLOON IS FULL OF HOT AIR” is fun and made me laugh. But,
Marie, “IF THE WHOLE WORLD WAS SILLY” is absolutely perfectly childlike! I think YOU deserve the bloom this week! Shel Silverstein would be proud.
Back later to read more. For now, here’s my childish poem for this prompt:
Clean Your Room!
“What a disaster!” I heard her shout.
“Straighten this room, if you want to go out!
These toys and clothes, please, pick them up!
(Can’t argue with Mom, so I just muttered, “yup.”)
’Straighten it up’ – that’s what she said –
so I kicked my laundry beneath the bed,
and all the stuffed toys (my collection is vast)
went into the closet – really fast.
The rest of the toys? Couldn’t help myself –
I jammed them tight onto each book shelf.
Then I called her back to inspect the place,
but I still wasn’t done. (I could tell by her face.)
“Clean clothes stacked on the bed can’t stay –
and the Legos and books must be all put away,
or no computer and no TV!”
(That’s the threat she offered me.)
But, my closet was crammed – couldn’t shut the door,
and my bookshelves? Full of toys galore!
So the clothes & books & Lego blocks
I stuffed inside my big toy box.
Then I called her back to inspect once more,
and she smiled and… I ran out the door.
“The place looks good!” That’s what she said.
(I hope she doesn’t look under the bed.)
February 4th, 2013 at 12:21 PM
LOL!!! Reminded me of my daughter’s room, long ago and far away.
February 5th, 2013 at 9:27 AM
Ain’t it the truth? Glad you enjoyed it, Hen!
February 4th, 2013 at 1:19 PM
LOL! So true.
February 5th, 2013 at 9:29 AM
Thanks! Wondering if I can come up with a picture to go along with it… if only I had some little ones! LOL
February 4th, 2013 at 1:30 PM
Love it! was thinking the same thing, Many Colored Days
February 4th, 2013 at 1:32 PM
LOL_ that comment about Many Colored Days was supposed to be for De’s poem below… AND- I LOVE THIS! Wish I could post a photo of the legos in my son’s room- living room, dining room, hallway, everywhere!
February 5th, 2013 at 9:35 AM
LOL Been there, done that… off to read De’s poem.
I could really use that picture, Jen! If you wanted to send me one, I’d post it on my blog with credit to you for the photo.
February 6th, 2013 at 2:08 PM
I’ll get you one, Pamela- however, after my son read my poem, he gave his legos a quick cleanup LOL I’ll have to sort through my photos, as disorganized as his bricks, to find one! Meanwhile, check out the stop action film he made at my site, http://wordtraveling.com/?p=555 – perhaps you can use this?
February 4th, 2013 at 1:36 PM
Pamela, Thank you.
February 8th, 2013 at 11:41 PM
This is soooooooooooo something I would write!
Marie Elena
February 4th, 2013 at 12:02 PM
The Monster Within
A monster’s living in my head;
I don’t know how he got there.
Shouldn’t he camp under my bed?
I used to smell his rot there,
beside my dirty socks and shoes
beneath a mound of clutter,
or in my closet see his ooze,
hear chuckles that he utters.
But when I cleaned my mess away,
my monster was not found;
instead I must confess today
I feel him all around.
I realize he’s in my eyes,
alert to any mischief.
He makes me do what I despise
and gives me no relief.
At first I only sassed my mom,
was rude at school to teachers.
Where could this all be coming from?
Inside me lives a creature
that lurks in darkness in my thoughts
and has the worst behavior.
He laughs about the pain he’s brought
and makes me crave a savior.
I lie and curse, enact the worst
of actions he can think of,
and I get punished last and first
whenever there’s the stink of
a bit meanness, craft or prank,
even when I’m not guilty.
It’s him whose evil I can thank
for making me so filthy.
I told my dad why I’m so bad—
I used to be a good child—
and learned that every person’s had
a monster in them gone wild.
The trick, he told me, is to tame
your monster, love and feed him,
but always know you must restrain
your monster: never heed him.
Let him express his worst and best
but never act upon it.
He’ll growl and snarl and bang his chest
then settle down—you’ve won it!
Dad says his monster’s like a pet
and hardly speaks at all,
but I must master monsters yet
to make mine small, not tall.
When I see naughty people now,
I know they need to shed
their monstrous shame; I’ll help them tame
the monsters in their head.
February 4th, 2013 at 12:26 PM
Aww… Jane… good for you!!
February 4th, 2013 at 12:27 PM
Jane, So many details of this monster!
Like that advice from Dad!
February 4th, 2013 at 1:18 PM
Wonderful rhythm and wonderful message. Well done.
February 8th, 2013 at 11:41 PM
Hear, hear!
Marie Elena
February 4th, 2013 at 11:32 PM
Thanks, friends!
February 7th, 2013 at 2:48 PM
Good advice, and nicely written, too!
February 4th, 2013 at 12:25 PM
For my daughter, Anne!
THANKS!
This giant work of floral art
inspires me every day
as I sit at the computer and
with words I start to play.
But every now and then
I turn and glance to the side
where my eyes take a new focus
a source of my motherly pride.
The wooden frame is painted pink
like the enormous tulip that it frames
amidst a backdrop of blue sky and green grass
criss-crossing in the way your brush aims.
You painted this when you were six
It makes my day now that you are 26!
February 4th, 2013 at 12:28 PM
!! How Sweet!!
February 4th, 2013 at 12:28 PM
Thanks so much, Henrietta!
February 8th, 2013 at 10:39 PM
Good one, Patricia!
February 8th, 2013 at 11:40 PM
Awww!!!
Marie Elena
February 4th, 2013 at 12:41 PM
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February 4th, 2013 at 12:42 PM
Rainbow Reason
When you’re feeling blue,
I’ll bring some red and
we’ll make a purple squish.
Smear some on your shoe,
and some on your head and
we’ll both make a wish.
If you’re turning yellow,
I’ll blow some blue, a
bubble made to pop.
All green and mellow,
we’ll know what to do
as we float up to the top.
When the day goes red,
I’ll yell of yellow and
an orange glow will flow.
I’ll frost your head, and
one sweet fellow
you’ll be in this rainbow show.
We can change our tone
and heap our hues
together, a color cascade.
You’re never alone;
when we paint in twos,
we’ve got it made in the shade.
February 4th, 2013 at 1:16 PM
I love this! It reminds me of Dr. Seuss’s My Many Colored Days.
February 4th, 2013 at 2:21 PM
This is so sweet! Love it, De!
February 4th, 2013 at 6:43 PM
Love the colors and bubbles and fun. Great one, De!
February 5th, 2013 at 7:13 AM
Love your rainbow!!
February 5th, 2013 at 9:39 AM
Oh yes! “Made in the shade”, indeed! Color me tickled pink! Love this, De. (Guess I should put this comment on your blog — where you’re more likely to see it, huh? Off to do that….)
February 4th, 2013 at 12:43 PM
Walt and Marie, I loved both of yours. Marie, yours tickled me to no end!
February 4th, 2013 at 1:52 PM
Toes of my Childhood
My feet have always loved
The tickle of fresh spring grass
Those first warm days when kids
Were allowed to run barefoot
Splashing through puddles
After a summer downpour.
Exploring a muddy spot in the lawn
Wriggling through a newly tilled garden
Making crazy foot-prints on hot
Cement sidewalks..
Those were the days when I was proud
Of my webbed toes. No one else in our
Neighborhood had that distinction.
It was the only thing, I felt that
Gave me any kind of importance.
And when the time came to put on our shoes -
It was gone.
February 5th, 2013 at 7:11 AM
<3 !
February 7th, 2013 at 2:45 PM
Lovely description of barefoot days–and then comes the wonderful web-toe surprise. Well done!
February 4th, 2013 at 2:00 PM
These bricks, these bricks are
everywhere
in my pantry and the green chair.
We’ve tried to sort them all by color
How they escape?
I’ll always wonder-
The plastic bins
Never can contain them-
Because he’s always
rearrangin’
We pick them up and then, just then-
It’s time to pick them up again!
How do they always multiply?
It’s as the’ve fallen from the sky!
But my boy’s mind’s for sure a spinnin’.
and he always is a grinnin’
When I say, “go ahead and play!”
and then perhaps, someday
I’ll be riding or flying or sleeping in
a super invention
created just by him
all because this mommy said-
“ok- you can build them on my bed!”
There can never, ever be enough
of this bricky, buildy stuff.
Creator, cars and technic too-
Building- and creating-
All day
is what we do!
OUCH!!
I just stepped on a red one!
Thanks for the prompt! I’ll post it back on http://www.wordtraveling.com with a brick photo.. or two:)
February 5th, 2013 at 7:10 AM
Yep!!!
February 4th, 2013 at 3:22 PM
Grab Your Crayons!
Take up your crayons
of rainbow hues.
Color anything you choose.
Instead of coloring inside lines,
make new ones to define
your own design, like trees of blue.
Perhaps on branches of lemon yellow
create brand new birds, like
green-feathered, twelve-eyed fellows.
Let your ideas drift in your head.
Think of cool animals while in bed,
then draw your thoughts, like purple bread.
February 5th, 2013 at 7:08 AM
Ha, ha, ha… “…like purple bread” !!
February 8th, 2013 at 10:40 PM
Thanks, Hen.
February 4th, 2013 at 5:34 PM
Marie and Walt–wonderful poems!! Marie, I love Shel, you did him a great tribute there
And Walt, your puns always warm my heart (so does hot air…)–thank you
February 7th, 2013 at 8:40 PM
I’m glad, Sara!
February 4th, 2013 at 10:27 PM
This Halloween
Come follow me this Halloween
Into a world you’ve never seen,
Where goblins creep and zombies dance
And ghosts lurk just beyond your glance.
An old witch riding on her broom
Is silhouetted by the moon,
And from her perch she’s looking down
Upon the unsuspecting town
Where house to house the children go
Led by the jack o lantern’s glow.
They wander through the chilly night,
Those horrors hidden from their sight.
If you would like to join this scene,
Come follow me on Halloween.
February 5th, 2013 at 7:05 AM
February 7th, 2013 at 2:42 PM
Yes! Perfect rhythm and rhyme, and great images, too.
February 7th, 2013 at 11:55 PM
Thank you both so much! I have to admit, it was just a bit difficult to come up with an idea for a children’s poem that wouldn’t require years of therapy for the little readers afterwards.
February 8th, 2013 at 10:41 PM
Love this one, Mary!
February 5th, 2013 at 10:26 AM
Get Your Giggles Going
Let’s do a little wiggle
watch that belly jiggle,
then hear the belly laughs
that come from each small giggle!
Make a funny face
I’ll make one back, it’s a race!
My tongue is out, my eyes are crossed
Click! A camera snap, giving chase!
The tickle monster is here
let’s give a little cheer, (cheer!)
as I chase you around the room
your giggles are very near.
I’ve caught you at last
and all you do is laugh and laugh!
It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard
coming from such a little bird!
Get your giggles going!
February 6th, 2013 at 7:05 AM
!!
February 5th, 2013 at 10:51 AM
Jelly Fish Kisses
Jelly fish kisses
and tickle wishes
and toes all in a row
Rainbow lollipops
and sticky kiss pops
and giggles to and fro
Soft, silky ringlets
and warm snuggle hugs
a healthy summer glow
Pockets full of frogs
and bugs on a log
and rocks that are just so
Giggles that tickle
and words that bring laughs
and putting on a show
Kissing little ones
when the day is done
sweet dreams, off you go.
February 6th, 2013 at 7:06 AM
Aww… reminds me of summertime at the beach <3!!
February 5th, 2013 at 6:19 PM
Itty
Bitty
Kitty
Bounced right into the city,
Saw a little girl named Kaylee D
Who invited him in, tee-hee.
What would they name the itty bitty
that sat on the couch with Kaylee D?
It’s not easy as you will see.
They liked the names Minnie or Littie
Until the Vet said to Kaylee D
You need a boys name, fiddly-dee!
They thought of boy names like Freddie,
Teddi and Confetti, till Kaylee D
Shouted, I have it—my kitty is Vinny D!
February 6th, 2013 at 7:07 AM
Ha, ha…
February 5th, 2013 at 6:38 PM
Strawberry Chocolate Kittens
By David De Jong
We walked the trail
Carrying a pail
Of strawberry chocolate kittens
We found a stork
Holding a fork
Eating waffles and mittens
We talked to a giraffe
Building a raft
To sail across the creek
His spots would surple
And turn purple
Whenever he would speak
He gave us a ride
With just one stride
Chasing polka-dot lamas
Then to our surprise
What came to our eyes
But pigs in green pajamas
It helped them to hide
From the squirrely snide
Who lived in trees of trumpets
So we hurried back home
To our snow-globe dome
And had some tea and crumpets
Grandma couldn’t believe
Our story we retrieved
Calling it just a fancy tale
Being old yet very keen
She never heard nor ever seen
A thingamajig called a pail
February 6th, 2013 at 7:09 AM
Ha, ha, ha… delightful and Loved your surprise ending!!
February 5th, 2013 at 6:44 PM
Turnaround Farm
I moved to a farm that is upside down
The kittens they fly and the eagles lay down
The pigs moo in their stall
While the dogs munch on corn
The sheep say neigh
While the cow crows all morn.
We get milk from the horses,
And eggs from the sheep
The butterflies go buzz
While the pup goes peep, peep.
Chickens lay by the hearth
And bark at the moon
While the coytoes bleat baa
And wake the raccoon.
We eat pizza for breakfast
Oatmeal is for lunch,
My fave is the supper
and eggs that go crunch.
If you travel the highway
Dont come here by car
You travel here by horseback
And follow the star.
February 5th, 2013 at 7:03 PM
I did not take time to correct this. On fb I removed the few periods and put an apostrophe in don’t. I think I need to make sure I print the edited copy here. Sorry.
February 6th, 2013 at 7:13 AM
I Loved this!! A Book, a Book, Please!!
February 6th, 2013 at 8:30 AM
Thanks Hen. I did visualize a book but was not sure if I would do it.
February 8th, 2013 at 10:42 PM
Wonderful, Iris!
February 5th, 2013 at 6:56 PM
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February 6th, 2013 at 9:53 AM
Limerick
A message for you, my dear cat:
The hairball was great, thanks for that.
You vomit with flair
To show us you care,
But give me a hug, not a rat.
February 7th, 2013 at 2:39 PM
Love it! Kids would, too, I think.
February 6th, 2013 at 11:07 AM
Happy belated B-day Walt!!
Yes I Am
You acted like a kid
They said
I laughed and answered
Yes, I did!
I want to live joyously
I’ll oooh and ahhh
Frequently
I’ll laugh out loud
And
Skip and play
No matter what
Other people say
I’ll lick my fingers
If they’re sweet
And smile at everyone
I meet
I’ll hug my friends
Squeeze them tight
And shout in delight
At the stars at night
I’ll spin spin spin spin
Till I’m dizzy and fall
And not care
What anyone thinks
At all
Okay, so this really isn’t a kid poem, it’s more for the inner kid in all of us, that was just where my muse went–enjoy!
February 6th, 2013 at 5:52 PM
Driving Fun
Yipee! Look at me!
I’m driving for the first time.
As I am cruising along I proceed
to shift the gears, increasing speed.
Vroom! Vroom!
Watch me go! Faster than fast.
I’m passing people one by one.
Driving a car is so much fun.
Beep! Beep!
Get out of my way!
Hands on steering wheel, holding tight.
Turning quickly, I swerve to the right.
Bumpity-bump!
Is this Pothole City?
This certainly is a bumpy road,
and it seems my car has slowed.
Putt! Putt!
Not much longer.
Oh, how I wish this would never end.
But, hey, mom’s coming round the bend.
Smile! Smile!
Mom’s cart is full.
But groceries aren’t all she has got.
She’s got another coin to throw in the slot.
Yipee! Yahoo! Look at me!
I’m driving for the second time.
I’m a five-year-old racing star
on the supermarket’s kiddie car.
L. Hofke
February 7th, 2013 at 12:00 AM
In the Wilds
I’m the only one awake,
in the dark, dark tent,
in the tent, in the dark,
just me.
I’m the only one awake,
and I wish that I could sleep
but I can’t ’cause I really
have to—
Ohhhh….
My Uncle Jim is snoring,
so he must be sound asleep.
He’s louder than an angry
bumblebee.
My brother Jack is mumbling
and my sister is a corpse.
Me? I really, really, really
have to—
Ohhhh…
Mom said that I could wake her
if I had to go outside,
and she’d hold the flashlight steady
just for me.
But I don’t think I’m a baby.
I can do this for myself,
since I am the only one
who needs to—
Ohhhh…
I fumble for my shoes
in the dark, dark tent.
Where’s the flashlight? No, that’s only
Annie’s knee.
There it is. Now I’m set,
and I—shh!—unzip the flap,
but I do so wish I didn’t
have to—
Ohhhh…
Oh, this flashlight’s awful dim,
and it’s cold out here, and dark,
and there’s funny noises whispering
to me.
But I’m brave and I’m bold
and the night can’t frighten me
’cause I very, very much do
need to—
Ohhhh…
I wish I could remember where
my uncle dug that pit.
I guess I’ll just go find
a friendly tree.
I hope nobody minds.
I haven’t got a choice.
It’s like that when you’ve really
got to—
Ohhhh…
What’s that light, in the distance,
over there? It calls to me.
I stumble through the bushes
just to see.
It’s a porch—our back porch!
Such relief! I am saved.
Maybe afterwards I’ll see
what’s on TV….
February 8th, 2013 at 10:44 PM
That was fun!
February 8th, 2013 at 12:57 PM
At the Zoo with You
One, two
let’s go the zoo!
Three, four
look at the boar!
Five, six
monkey doing tricks!
Seven, eight
do penguins skate?
Nine, ten
where is Ben?
Oh dear.
Ten, nine
those Hyena’s whine.
Eight, seven
I see swans! Eleven!
Six, five
watch that dolphin dive!
Four, three
let’s let them all free!
Two, one
the day is done.
February 8th, 2013 at 11:39 PM
What a fun teaching rhyme!
Marie Elena
February 8th, 2013 at 1:55 PM
I just posted this over at Poetic Asides but realized it would fit here as well.
Dancing Hippos
(An Ode to Sandra Boynton)
Animals are for children.
There is a line of books
that I quite like to read,
I read them to my children
they use to beg and plead.
There were elephants in pajamas
and various barking dogs,
monsters with horns
and dancing hogs.
There were pajama parties
and snuggle puppies too
and lonely hippopotamuses
and one about stinky stew.
They’re still up on the shelf
and I’ve been known to sneak one down,
like just a few seconds ago
when I needed to turn my frown.
Animals are for everyone.
February 8th, 2013 at 10:45 PM
Happy Belated Birthday, Walt. Hope it was fun.
Marie, your poem is just incredible. You really do have a knack for telling a children’s story. I vote for you getting this week’s bloom.
February 8th, 2013 at 11:37 PM
I’ve read each poem and comment, but haven’t found the time this week to comment myself.
I have to say that I’m blown away by all the extraordinary feedback on my poem. Thank you all SOOO much! I also have to say that you all did a bang up job with children’s poetry this week. It’s a different type of art in itself, and so much of the heart of it was captured this week. I THOROUGHLY enjoyed reading!
Thanks to Walter the Frilly for this fun prompt!
Marie Elena
February 16th, 2013 at 2:22 PM
[...] Poetic Bloomings -THE CHILDREN’S HOUR – PROMPT #93 [...]
March 22nd, 2013 at 11:52 AM
[...] Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt #93: The Children’s Hour [...]
March 22nd, 2013 at 11:53 AM
REMEMBER TO PLAY
As
you
grow up
don’t forget
how much fun it is
to run and skip and jump and hop.
Because one day you might ask yourself, when did I stop?
Tie a string around your finger
if you think it helps.
Bottom line,
just please
don’t
stop.
2013-03-22
P. Wanken
Written for Prompt #93: The Children’s Hour