As a fifth grader, I was fortunate to have a teacher whose amazing poetry lessons still linger in my mind, and as a teenager I found a battered poetry book which I loved and re-read many times; these two experiences influenced my great love of poetry, both as something to read aloud and to write. As a primary school teacher, I read poetry to hundreds of students and, too, I taught them verse-speaking and how to write in many poetry forms. In my work as a schools’ performer, I have presented dozens of humorous verses to many audiences, and, too I presented many poetry writing workshops in primary and high schools. As editor of a national children’s magazine, Little Ears, I selected and published poems for small children.
Meanwhile, I have written adult poetry, published in literary magazines; as well as poetry for children, published in the NSW Department of Education, School Magazine, Pardon My Garden, Sally Odgers (Angus & Robertsons, 1992), and in several poetry anthologies published by Omnibus Books in the 1980s.
In 2013, my junior verse novel, (Celapene Press) was named a CBCA Notable Book.
More recently I have compiled three anthologies of Australian children’s poetry. The first, Our Home is Dirt by Sea (for 8+ years), will be published by Walker Books in 2015. The other anthologies, Every Day is a Birthday, (for 5 to 8 year olds) and All Sing with Hilda (poems for verse speaking), are yet to be contracted. I have also published Erky Perky Silly Stuff and other ridiculous verse for children (Five Senses Education).
My website, which I share with my (children’s poet) husband, Bill Condon, is www.enterprisingwords.com.au
We live in a suburb of Wollongong, NSW. My email address is dibates@outlook.com
THE BIG BLACK CAT
The big black cat crept across the road,
and finished up under a semi’s load.
It was feeling stiff and sore,
but that’s what cat’s nine lives are for.
So even though it took a whack,
the cat bounced back.
The big black cat crept across the street
and finished up under a giant’s feet.
There were guts and there was gore,
but that’s what cat’s nine lives are for.
So even though it took a smack,
the cat bounced back.
The big black cat should have never played
With an Army tank parade.
© Dianne Bates
SCHOOL MORNING
‘Are you ready yet?’
‘Yes, Mum. I’m waiting for Annie.’
My sister Annie is eating Coco Pops,
Shovelling handfuls into her greedy gob –
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! GOBBLE! GOBBLE!
Chocolate dribbles down the sides of her mouth.
Disgusting!’
CRUNCH! MUNCH!
Mum is reading the paper
sipping tea
and ignoring that revolting Annie.
GOBBLE! GOBBLE!
Annie’s cheeks are bulging
She laughs.
Coco Pops spray everywhere
Yuk!
Mum looks up.
She doesn’t see Annie
Her chocolate mouth
and Coco Pops piled on the table, floor, kitchen chairs
and in my glass of milk.
‘You don’t look ready to me,’ she says.
© Dianne Bates
TODAY IS RUBBISH
Wake late
Can’t find clean anything
Wear my crushed uniform
Borrow my sister’s socks
‘Give them back!’
‘No!’
My sister screams at me
Mum screams at me
I scream at them
We all scream at one another.
We’re running late
Jammed in bumper-to-bumper traffic
‘Can’t you drive any faster?’
‘That’s enough from you, missy!’
Kiss Mum goodbye?
No way.
Across the playground
Running, I drop
The paper mache dinosaur
That took four hours
Last night
Of hard, hard work
My project
Now extinct.
Late for assembly
Everyone stares
Teachers’ eyebrows are raised
And classes haven’t even begun.
© Dianne Bates
loved it 😆😆😆😆
Beautiful! Just brilliant! Best poems I’ve ever read!