“Tornado Terror “– a sound poem by Julian Schirripa and Lisa McKibben

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First, we hear on the horizon a low storm forming
– thunder rumble, roll and groan.

Lightning flashes inside fat storm clouds
– kssss, psssh, pppfffkkk, crack, sprack!

The wind starts whistling through the windows
– moaning oooooh oooooh OOOOOOH.

A wall of rain comes drumming, humming
– beating, tapping, pounding, lashing.

Tornado siren screams its warning
– wailing its deep screech of fear.

The twister yeets and hurls sharp objects
– hurtling, piercing, stabbing, wounding.

Missiles fire in all directions
– shooting, shelling, crashing, dashing.

Its funnel vacuums up the buildings
– whooshing, swooshing, sucking.

Playing with power lines like guitar strings
            – twanging, plucking, snapping.

The noise is deafening
– thrashing, battering, skreeeeeeking.

Like fingernails on blackboards scratching
– like scraping sounds of forks on plates.

And just as suddenly, it vanishes
– debris is settling in the brush.

An eeriness descends, is it over?
            – am I safe to go outside?

Huddled in the shelter listening
to the breathing and the pounding of our hearts.

The creak of the door as the shelter opens
– we witness silence, stillness, dread.

“Artistic Creation” by Toni Newell

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Artistic Creation

 

A box of coloured pencils,

Or watercolour paint,

Place together with a child,

There’ll be no complaint.

May get a little messy,

When creating at a table,

But art will be produced,

As much as they are as able.

Little need for guidance,

As imaginations flow,

Paint or pencil are applied,

And then there is the show.

A sharing of the art created,

By young and loving hands,

A glimpse into the future,

Of potential artists stands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Star Wars Character Poem” by Penny Szentkuti

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Obi-Wan is quiet and measured.

He fights with considerable skill.

Once Anakin’s friend and later his foe,

He shows a true Jedi’s will.

 

Jabba the Hut is a toady slug

Who rules with a slimy fist.

But Princess Leia brings him down

With a flick of her powerful wrist.

 

Yoda very powerful is,

and small and wise and green.

Though old, he is fast and agile

When battling Palpatine.

 

Darth Maul’s head is patterned and horned.

His double lightsaber burns red.

He is a great Sith warrior

who survives when he should be dead.

 

C-3PO always steals the show

With his fluster and comical yelp.

He’s useful and loyal, though not very brave,

He’s a droid who is programmed to help.

 

Jango Fett is a bounty hunter

Who battled with Obi-Wan.

An army was formed of his clones,

One of which he kept as a son.

 

Chewbacca is hairy and vocal,

A wookie, a pilot, a friend.

Saved from a muddy dungeon,

He’ll follow Han Solo to the end.

 

Darth Vader, a black-clad villain,

who went by another name,

Uses the force for evil

And wants Luke to do the same.

 

Rey is a Jakku scavenger

who finds she is something more.

Her courage and skill in fighting

take her far in the galactic war.

“Virus, Virus playing it cool!” by J. R. Poulter

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“A Gift to Treasure” by Monty Edwards

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There is something we should treasure,

Worth much more than we can measure.

We can’t earn it, still less steal it.

It’s a gift and we will feel it.

Even when we’re far away

It stays with us every day.

Gift so unlike any other:

Yes, the love of our own mother!

“Just Des(s)ert” by Margaret Brazzale

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I knew I shouldn’t

But resist I couldn’t

And now with the bloat

It’s my lot to float.

So let this be a lesson to you –

One fly for dessert, never two!

“My Mum” by Toni Newell

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My Mum

 

My mum is the best,

She cooks my favourite meals,

She gives me lots of hugs,

For her I’d do cartwheels.

 

She does all my washing,

And all my ironing too,

Drives me to footy training,

There’s little I need to do.

 

She often takes me shopping,

For cloths and shoes and stuff,

I’ve never heard her complain,

Even when things get tough.

 

She’s a very special person,

Unselfish, loving and kind,

I’m so lucky she’s my mum,

I love her with all my heart and mind.

 

“ Reincarnation” by Toni Newell

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I want to be a dog,

I don’t want to be a cat,

A rabbit or a hog.

I want to live at my house,

With parents just like me,

Where I’ll be fed and pampered,

And looked after to the tee.

“Mothering” by J.R. Poulter

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“Song” by Katherine Gallagher

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Song

   (after Charles Causley)

I am the song that lifts the sky

I am the wind that flames the fire

I am the cloud that calls the flood

I am the stream that draws the sun

I am the tide that drinks the moon

I am the air that sings the leaf

I am the bird that stirs the branch

I am the tale that flies the word

I am the note that spreads the song

 

©Katherine Gallagher