Spotlight on Jan Darling

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About Jan:

It seems to me that I have taken an awfully long time to find my true voice.  Now, writing ‘Nonsense Poems’ I am thoroughly enjoying myself.   This year I have also re-discovered classical poetry and am writing sonnets and other rhyme and metre forms.  I had never thought of children’s poetry although I’ve written short stories for children.  I am just loving writing the poems and I’m finding that they leave my head in a space far away from its physical surroundings.  It makes me wish I were a child again. It’s pure therapy.

A DAY AT THE ZOO

It was the cat who said, as she climbed out of bed

Is today the day we go to the Zoo?

Prince was teaching the rabbit, the one who’s blue,

To sit on my head, and be one of the crew

The day was cold, the duck said ah-choo

It’s freezing out there, I’m not going with you.

 

Duck, you know I’m the Prince, just look at my crown

Pure rabbit it is, it’s soft as down

I tuck Bunny around till his ears fall right down

They snuggle my own and steady my crown.

You’re just a duck, but I am the Prince

Won’t you do what I say without that wince?

 

The duck wrapped his scarf four times round his beak

And grumbling went off to change the week.

Is it Mumday or Chewsday or Whimsday he mumbles

Oh Duck – take your pick but bring Violet Crumbles.

Then we’re off to the Zoo to see Reginald Roo

Horace the Hippo, young Bruno and Pru.

 

Prudence the penguin started to flush

For on the Prince, she’d once had a crush

Come on, move quickly, you guys at the front

We’re here to see the Honey Bear stunt.

But Bruno the Bear was away that day

He’d gone to the Bank to collect his pay.

 

You pay that Bear to sit around here?

Chewing his bamboo, making us stare?

The Zooman nodded and showed us the path

To the Elephant park – they were taking their bath.

The cat saw pictures of lions on a sign

Saying I’m off to see some family of mine. 

 

Prudence was sad she’d not seen her hero

The Zooman complained that the temp. was zero.

There was only one elephant out in the park

The bathroom was hidden away in the dark.

Bunny was tiring of being the crown

And he started wishing that he could get down.

 

Nothing was going the way he was wishing

So the Prince took a pelican off to go fishing

Everyone grumped about one thing or t’other

And Duck was quacking about his red brother

His mother was green, his sister was blue

How that had happened nobody knew.

 

So the Day at the Zoo turned into a flop

With everyone grizzling, way over the top

It’s not that bad, elephant blew on his trumpet

Two kids remembered to bring me a crumpet

The cat complained that the trip was a mess

And set of for home to change her dress.

Jan Darling

‘Flying weather’ by Louise McCarthy

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Flying weather

Mum, Dad and I examined the day- 

Wintery, wild and windy,

A flurry of snow,

Oh how the wind blows,

And there goes Mrs. McGivney.

For someone who doesn’t like flying that much,

She should leave her brolly at home.

A flurry of snow,

 Oh how the wind blows,

Wintery, wild and windy.

By Louise McCarthy

 

‘The Gloopityglug‘ by James Aitchison

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The Gloopityglug

 

The Gloopityglug

Is a monstrous bug,

It gloops and it glugs 

All over my rug.

Its Gloopity goo

Will stick to my shoe,

Slimy and shiny 

And stinking like poo.

                                  James Aitchison

 

‘Spooks at school’ by James Aitchison

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Spooks at school

 

Our school at night is a fearsome sight —

the windows are dark, with not a light.

And if you dared go inside you’d find

ghosts and ghouls of every kind.

 

Classrooms by day are busy places;

at night they become haunted spaces

where wicked spirits practise dark arts,

and bloodthirsty vampires play darts.

 

Hear zombies calling assembly rolls,

Checking the names of tormented souls.

Moonlit mayhem and witches galore,

monsters hiding under the floor.

 

But why put up with trepidation

while you gain an education?

Take some advice: Attend school by day;

the rest of the time — stay away!

 

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‘Betty’s hair’ by James Aitchison

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Betty’s hair

I once knew a girl called Betty

Whose hair looked just like spaghetti.

She tied it in strands

With big rubber bands,

Then chopped it up for confetti.

                                       James Aitchison

Spotlight on James Aitchison

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About James:

My poetry plans for 2018: write more children’s poems, experiment with new forms and themes, and build up a collection for a book.

Armpit

Armpit, armpit,

Look at you!

You’re so hollow —

What to do!

You like to sweat

And grow hair,

No wonder you’re

Hiding there!

                              James Aitchison

‘Anticipation’ by Alix Phelan

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Anticipation

Know you’re inside.

Heard

the floorboards creak,

and the chair ping.

Know

you’re treading quietly

Know

you’ll open door – to me,

‘specially to me,

if I don’t

make fuss.

Won’t make fuss. Won’t.

Nnnnyeup. Come on, come on

Waiting. Can’t you tell?

Open door. Open.

Won’t rush in,

Want you out. Out!

Don’t I?

Heard word

The word – w-a-l-k, Walk!

Can’t trick me.

Know we’re going,

soon

Yeeeing. Not soon enough!

Steps louder

You’re at door, at it.

Open. Open now!

Before wag tail off,

before get dizzy, turning, turning.

Oh, gruff, wruff, nnnyeupp!

Oh, yes, yes, door opening.

Open!

And… we’re off. To park

To bark and run,

And have some fun.

 

                    

‘Revolutionary Evolution’ by Celia Berrell

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Revolutionary Evolution 

 

In eighteen hundred and thirty one

when Charles was only twenty-two

he sailed upon the Beagle’s run

to chart the lands and ocean blue.

 

Collecting samples on the way

of creatures, plants and fossils found

he drew and wrote his notes each day

of all the life-forms that abound.

 

This five-year trek to foreign lands

made Darwin sick, which wasn’t good.

But dedication, task in hand,

he always did the best he could.

 

Returning home, he thought a lot

and started to experiment

to test his theories, note and jot

what everything he learnt had meant.

 

His famous book was published in

the year of eighteen fifty nine.

The Bishop said it was a sin

and contravened the Church’s line.

 

“On The Origin of Species”

was published, eighteen fifty nine.

This work on Evolution still

amazes us as most sublime

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‘The first ever spacewalk’ by Celia Berrell

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The first ever spacewalk  

In March of 1965

Alexi Leonov survived

the zero pressure out in space

and won the human spacewalk race.

 

500 k above our world

Alexi floated, spun and twirled.

He felt just like a grain of sand;

a tiny speck in space so grand.

 

His Russian air-filled space-suit soon

expanded like a big balloon.

Calamity.  He’s now too big

to fit inside the capsule rig!

 

He’d lost the use of glove and boot;

was forced to leak air from his suit.

Intense twelve minutes: fear and fun.

He made it home.  The race was won

‘The Bubble Rap’ by Celia Berrell

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The Bubble Rap  

(an accidental invention)

Back in the fifties

there’s  Alfred and Marc.

Two keen engineers

with plenty of spark.

 

Making a wallpaper

easy to clean

by coating it in

polyethylene.

 

Their plans were a flop

as blisters went pop.

With troublesome bubbles

the wallpaper’s dropped.

 

They couldn’t get rid 

of that air-filled gap.

Instead they’d invented 

the bubble wrap!

 

If you’re way off track

or you need some slack.

If you think you’ll crack

or you’ve lost the knack

 

If you’re in a flap

and your mind might snap

then pack up your troubles

in bubble wrap.

 

Moisture resistant

elastic and strong

it won’t scratch your things.

Abrasion is wrong.

 

Cushion possessions

on pockets of air.

It makes a good bed

if there’s more than one layer.

 

Pop it and snap it

or bend it and wrap it.

Bubbles in plastic’s

the best way to pack it.