“I’m rising,” said the sea,
“there’s no room for you and me…”
On Tuvalu, people fear
their home soon will disappear.
The Maldives now are on the brink,
and Kiribati too will sink.
Five Solomon islands already lost,
beneath the rising waves were tossed.
Do we ignore the ocean’s drive,
or will we help our friends survive?
One million face uncertainty,
in a global warming catastrophe.
Photo by Asad Photo Maldives
This is my chair,
keep away!
It’s very nice,
so here I’ll stay.
It matches me,
a perfect tone,
so leave me be,
up here alone!
The sky was turning darker
Minutes quickly passing by
As stars began to twinkle
In the fading lost light sky.
Void moon increases darkness
Sleeping humans in their bed
The drop into their body
Is swift but not widespread.
Spirits come out dancing
The crossing has been made
And there within the darkness
The spirits do invade.
A body borrowed for the night
Instead of floating free
The spirits take possession
But not for eternity.
Then early in the morning
Before it is daylight
The reversal begins
Spirits take their flight.
Bodies dispossessed
And unaware of all
Life continues on
Until spirits once more call.
Photo by Pixabay
Mervyn McFigg
lost his wig,
it blew off in the breeze.
It came to rest
in a bird’s nest,
in the highest of high gum trees.
Mervyn McFigg,
to retrieve his wig,
climbed up that mighty tree.
But at the top,
a bald bird said, “Stop!
Your wig now belongs to me!”
Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
is all I hear all day.
Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
is all people have to say.
Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
on and on it goes,
yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
see their mouths open and close.
Yakety-yak on the TV,
yakety-yak on my phone,
yakety-yak, yakety-yak,
why don’t they leave me alone!
Blue skies are my ceiling
Sometimes they are grey
My life is on the edge
Dependent on the day.
Wind can be my enemy
When it’s icy cold
But if it’s from the north
Its warmth is to behold.
Living in the elements
Challenges every day
And relying on charity
Is a heavy price to pay.
Income is a problem
And rent I do not pay
I have no walls around me
No permanent place to stay.
I don’t have a job
Some think that I am lazy
But I have no fixed address
Bureaucracy is crazy.
We’re not all dealt a fair hand
When it comes to life
Some get it very easy
And others only strife.
I didn’t choose my destiny
I had very little say
I reacted to the punches
That life cast out my way.
So, when you see me on the street
Know that I am human too
I may not have a home address
But I have a heart and soul like you.
Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay
I bent my head
so far back,
I heard it make
a funny crack.
What a sight,
my neck is sore,
still can’t believe
the sky I saw.
It was awesome,
all because
the sky was full
of tomato sauce!
I’ve not seen my sister
Since she moved away
Out into the countryside
With acres there to play.
Even when she teased me
I loved her being there
We had fun together
What we had we’d share.
She’s more than my big sister
She is a friend to me
So, I’m going to visit her
Up there in the country.
Photo by Pixabay
I always become a werewolf
when the moon begins to rise.
My clothes get ripped and torn
and then I double up in size.
Although I’ve got no clothes on
after I transform,
it’s really not a worry
as my fur will keep me warm.
When I’m a scary werewolf
out and on the prowl,
for awhile I’m happy,
you should hear me howl.
I really like to run around
searching for my prey.
When I find a tasty meal
they never get away.
But when I’m back to normal
it’s really not much fun.
I have to get back home again
by doing a nudie run.
Throw the boomerang high in the sky
watch the ancient hunting tool fly
throw it straight and throw it long
up above this tool belongs
Try a lob and give it a boost
see it returning come home to roost
keep on flinging it into the sky
practice makes perfect
Give it a try
Image by Spencer Wing from Pixabay
Australian Children’s Poetry 