‘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.

Spotlight on Celia Berrell

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About Celia:

CELIA BERRELL’s keeping out of mischief.

I’m always on the lookout for fun science snippets to share through the CSIRO’s Double Helix magazine, so I scour the science news on the internet most days in my spare time. This July The Science Rhymes book – Second Edition will off to the printers! It’s got twice as many poems as the first edition and I’ve chosen Jabiru Publishing to be my partner, as was a bit lonely publishing the first edition on my own.  Some Whitfield State School students have been attending my Poetry Club meetings over the last couple of months and will be spending part of their holiday break creating their own Science Rhymes about famous scientists and awesome discoveries, for a SCIENCE HALL OF FAME (please share your poems too!).  We will then present our poems in a recital for National Science Week (11th – 19th August).  You can see the examples I created for our Poetry Club by clicking the Download tab on the Science Rhymes website.  I’m currently waiting to hear back from the Cairns Tropical Writers Festival organisers to find out if I will have a BOOK LAUNCH with them on Friday 10th August at the Hilton Hotel, Cairns.  If they say YES, I’ll be looking for brave school students to help present some poems from the new book.  It’s a really exciting year!

Anton’s Microscopes 

Anton van Leeuwenhoek (1632-1723)

(beasts on your teeth!)

A Dutchman named Anton

was someone you’d count on

to tell you precisely

the things he could see.

 

A microscope maker

and shopkeeping draper

discovering life that’s

as small as can be.

 

He magnified beasts that

he scraped from his teeth

and watched as they swam

like some creatures in seas.

 

Learning there’s animals

formed from just single-cells.

Seeing that even a

flea can have fleas!

 

Finding bacteria

in our interior.

Sending this news

across the sea.

 

Anton astounded us.

What he had found in us

started the science

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‘Meeting the Monster’ by Monty Edwards

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 Meeting the Monster

One night a monster most grotesque

Crawled out from underneath my desk!

I closed my book and took a look

And felt that my whole body shook!

It had a head with horrid horns

That looked as sharp as roses’ thorns;

It’s nose was like a length of hose

Which drooped right down to touch its toes!

 

With eyes the size of fruit mince pies

It gazed at me in mute surprise

And then as it began to think,

I saw those eyes were turning pink,

While when its mouth was open wide,

The teeth were huge I saw inside!

A sound came out: more like a croak;

I cringed in fear, but then it spoke!

 

It rasped: ‘So sorry I’m so badly smelling:

I’ve come to help you with your spelling!’

But even as the monster spoke,

My dog went ‘Woof!’ and I awoke.

Monty Edwards 

‘One hump or two?’ by Jan Darling

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ONE HUMP OR TWO?

 

There are things not to ask when you go to the Zoo

Like how many animals, hundreds or few?

Like do you have tigers and lions that eat people?

And do your giraffes have to live in a steeple?

Do people-like monkeys swing through the trees

Do they all live in cages or out in the breeze.?

 

When you go to the Zoo they give you a guide

That tells how to find the ones that will hide

The cleverest creatures will give you the slip

Or if you’re too close they may give you a nip.

You have to walk slowly and take your time

Banging their cages is really a crime.

 

There are wild things all sizes and colours and hues

Creatures who only can live in our Zoos.

They’re from hot and cold climates all over the world

They have tails that are crooked, fluffy or curled.

My favourites of all are g’rillas and camels

‘Cos both of them are really big mammals.

 

Of everything mammal I’m most fond of the camel

They don’t seem to find that the hump is a trammel

Some camels have one hump and others have two

You’ll often find both of them guests in your Zoo.

Because they’re so tall they see over the wall

And into their neighbour’s adjacent stall.

 

But let’s talk of the camel whose top parts are hairy

The single-hump two-toed hoofed dromedary.

He has long legs and fat lips and looks very snouty

More snooty and haughty than modest and pouty

His hump is really a storeroom for fat

Which he turns into water – now how about that?

 

He’s adapted for desert and struts overland

That’s why he’s called a ship of the sand

Two rows of long lashes flutter over his eyes

And a third clear eyelid protects them from flies

There’s a real clever trick for when sand is blowing

He can close his nostrils to keep himself going.

 

He’s been used as a taxi, a car and a train

As a beast of burden, in sandstorm or rain ,

He donates to nature – this noble beast

Skin and wool to wear, milk and meat to feast.

He’s the Arabian camel, that handsome beast

Native North African, and Middle of East.

 

Now listen to this – I don’t want to faze ya

The Bactrian camels from central Asia –

They have two bumps – they’ve a double hump

But these camels have never been known to grump.

They’re sociable, useful, tidy, and witty

But occasionally also known to be spitty.

 

When two camels meet, in desert or street

They hasten to make their formal ‘greet’

With an eye on each other the greeting may go

Slow, while in their faces they blow.

After all this brotherly sharing of breath

They decide to be friends from now unto death.

 

Now hear a few facts ‘bout our humpy new friends

Pregnancy lasts fourteen months beforet ends

Mother births one, but occasionally twins,

And calves can be walking within thirty mins!

At two weeks of age, or during the third

Mother and baby return to the herd.

 

At seven our camels are ready to mate

They’re all grown up and at the right weight

They’ll size up their chance at the local dance

And off with their partners, a new life they’ll chance.

Sadly for us at ten years and seven

They’re usually called from duty to heaven.

 

Jan Darling

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