POEM BLOG

Rainforest Song

2012-09-04T06:00:00.000-07:00

Rainforest Song

Forest,my mother,feed me your fruit.
Forest,my father,trace me my root.
Forest,my shelter,spread me your shade,
As I walk i n the glow of our green forest glade.

Forest of whispers and intricate ways,
Forest of spirts that slip through your maze,
Forest of mystery,subtle and deep,
You glide like a snake through my waking
and sleep.

Forest,the home of my eye and my hand,
Forest,the meaning i understand,
Forest,the ground where I place my tread,
Where I breath my being and pillow my head,

Forest,the world I depend upon,
Where will i walk when my forest has gone?

BY
TONY MITTON

Bump!

2012-08-29T00:08:00.000-07:00

Bump!

Things that go bump! in the night,
Should not really give one a fright.
It's the whole in each ear
That lets in fear,
That,and the absence of light!

by
spike milligan

monday's child is fair of face

2012-08-28T23:51:00.002-07:00

monday's child is fair of face

moday's child is fair of face,
tuesday's child is full of grace,
wednesday's child is full of woe,
thursday's child has far to go,
fridays child is loving and giving
saturday's child works hard for his living,
and the child that born on sabbath day
is bonny andblithe,and good and gay

by
dean gasper

down by the school gate

2012-08-28T23:38:00.001-07:00

down by the school gate

there goes the bell
it's half past three
and soon by the school gate
you will see ...

... ten mums in coats,talking
nine babes in prams,squaking
eight dads their cars parking
seven dogs on leads barking
six toddlers all squabbling
five grans on bike wobbling
four child-minders running
three bus drivers sunning

two teenagers dating
one lollipop man waiting...

the school is out,
it's half past three
and the first to the school gate
...is me

by
wes magee

2012-08-25T08:01:00.000-07:00

what someone said when he was spanked on the day before his birthday

some day
i may
pack my bag and run
away.
some day
i may.
-but not today.

some night
i might
slip away in the
moonlight.
i might.
some night.
-but not tonight.

some night.
some day.
i might.
i may.
-but right now i'll stay

by
john ciardi

2012-08-25T07:39:00.002-07:00

magic carpet

magic carpet,
your bright colours
delight the eye.

your moons and stars
and midnight blues
sing of the sky.

magic carpet,
kept in the cupboard,
i hear you sigh.

let me unroll
your magic pattern
and help you fly

by
tony mitton

thirty days hath september

2012-08-25T07:24:00.002-07:00

thirty days hath september

thirty days hath september,
april,june and november;
all the rest have thirty-one,
excepting february alone,
and that has twenty-eight days clear
and twenty-nine in each leap year

by
dean gasper

2012-08-24T02:00:00.000-07:00

impromptu

if i were a cassowary
on the plains of tinbuctoo,
i would eat a missionary,
cassock,bands and hymn-book too.

by
samuel wilberforce

the poem there was old man with beard

2012-08-24T01:54:00.001-07:00

there was an old man with a bread

there was an old man with bread,
who said,'it is just i feared!-
two owls and a hen,four lark and a wren,
have all built their nests in my beard!'

by
edward lear

the poem until i saw the sea

2012-08-24T01:48:00.002-07:00

until i saw the sea

until i saw the sea
i did not know
that wind
could wrinkle water so.

i never knew
that sun
could splinter a whole sea of blue

nor
did i know before
a sea breathes in and out
upon a shore.

by
lilian moore

the poem in memorian

2012-08-24T01:42:00.001-07:00

in memorian

solomon grundy

solomon grundy,
born on a monday,
christened on tuesday,
married on wednesday,
took ill on thursday,
worse on friday,
died on saturday,
this is the end
of solomon grundy

by
solomon grundy

the poem mother alligators advice to her children

2012-08-24T00:08:00.003-07:00

mother alligator's advice to her children

don't eat too much sweet
you'll spoil your lovely teeth.

don't touch jelly or teracle
stick to eating people

by
john agard

the poem : chameleons

2012-08-23T23:51:00.003-07:00

the poem chameleons

chameleons are sel seen,
they"re red
they"re orange
then they"re green
they"re one of nature's strangest sights
their colour change like traffic lights

author : colin west