Deadly Dinosaurs Delving
Dangerous Dinosaurs Dazzling
Decorous Dinosaurs Drawing
Dandy Dinosaurs Dancing
Dehydrated Dinosaurs Drinking
Desperate Dinosaurs Digging
Dizzy Dinosaurs Digesting
©Katherine Gallagher
Category Archives: Australian children’s poets
“Asteroid” by Chris Owen
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A dinosaur saw in the sky
An asteroid go soaring by.
Then, looking over to its friend,
It said, ‘I think that was…
THE END
‘Puff’, the Magic Dragon by Toni Newell
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‘Puff’ was a magic dragon,
Who lived by the sea,
Had a friend, Jackie Paper,
And had a friend in me.
He may have sailed with Jackie,
Upon the ocean blue,
But used to play with me ashore,
This story being true.
He wagged his tail behind him,
Whilst walking he would roar,
And everyone loved magic ‘Puff’,
He was gentle to the core.
When Jackie Paper passed away,
‘Puff’ was very sad,
He roared aloud in his grief,
Having lost his comrade.
We walked the street together,
His scales glistening in the sun,
Remembering Jackie Paper,
And recalling all the fun.
Yes, dragons last forever,
And he outlasted me,
One day we’ll be together again,
Magic ‘Puff’, Jackie Paper and me.
Prompt #27 “Spring has Sprung”
Leave a commentGood Morning,
Thankyou for all the dinosaur and dragon poems. I have scheduled them ahead each day for the next two weeks. Our next prompt is “Spring” which will run for two weeks. The contributions received will be scheduled in the second half of September.
Please send poems to:
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Cheers
Jeanie
“The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.”
—Harriet Ann Jacobs (An African American slave in the time of the Civil War)
“Poetry in motion” by Jenny Erlanger
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I urge you all to give a miss
to writing poems that start like this.
Your listeners aren’t out there to bore.
You’re bound to captivate them more…
by putting in the grunt and time
and focusing awhile
on finding other ways to rhyme,
a change of writing style
Try to rhyme the firsts and thirds
while also taking care
Lines 2 and 4 conclude with words
that make a rhyming pair…
or take a risk, and aiming high,
just spread your wings and have a try
at branching out and saying goodbye
to standard rhyming mode.
The fourth line, such a sudden end
to three that show a rhyming trend
won’t find its matching, rhyming friend
till three more lines have flowed…
so when you write your rhyming poem,
you now have lots of choice.
With merriment
experiment
to give your words their voice.
“Facing our Fears” by Celia Berrell
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Serpent-like monsters,
grotesque teeth and claws,
wide wondrous wings
and frightening jaws.
Scaly or feathery,
bellowing fire,
this dragon’s our fear
to hire or retire.
Most humans will have
innate fear of snakes.
Don’t want to be bitten
or eaten like cakes.
Nor to be gouged
or burnt into flakes.
And flying or falling
can give us the shakes!
This dragon of terror
can come to our aid.
By facing our fears,
our future is made.
And like many fears,
once overcome,
our dragon could end-up
being our chum.
“The Tale of the Dragon” by Monty Edwards
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Here’s a tale about a dragon
And I’m sure it must be true:
It was told me by my grandpa,
Who would do the same for you.
Now he said that he saw this dragon
When his family had a farm;
This had left them all quite worried
That their sheep might come to harm.
So each day, the sheep were counted,
But they found none burnt or fried;
Not a lamb was ever roasted,
Or the dragon just once spied.
It then seemed that only grandpa
Still believed the dragon real,
So I’m sure you can imagine
How that made poor grandpa feel!
Now, of course, he wasn’t old then:
Maybe eight or nine at most,
So his parents then suggested
That perhaps he had seen a ghost –
Of a dragon that once lived there:
One that breathed out fire and smoke.
But he said they were quite mistaken:
He’d just made it up as a joke!
“Sir Cumference” by Chris Owen
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Sir Cumference had, like many knights,
An appetite for fame,
And figured it was time he joined
The dragon slaying game.
He told himself, ‘It’s what knights do,
And how hard can it be?
I have the horse, the lance, the shield.
I don’t need a degree.’
So, he steered his mare towards the West,
Or was it t’ward the North?
‘No matter,’ said Sir Cumference,
‘I’ll just continue forth.’
And off he went…
Through the forest, o’er the hill,
‘cross the mountain pass until,
There upon the path were stacks
Of what he thought were…
‘Dragon tracks!’ Sir Cumference cried,
‘The monster must be near.
If I continue on this route, the beast will soon appear.’
So off he trotted…
Through the forest, o’er the hill,
‘cross the mountain pass until
Clearly, there came into view
The tracks of…
‘Dragon Number Two!’ Sir Cumference yelled,
‘That beastie has a friend.
Two dragons for the price of one are hiding round this bend.’
So off he cantered…
Through the forest, o’er the hill,
‘cross the mountain pass until
On the path appeared to be
The tracks of …
‘Dragon Number Three!’ Sir Cumference cheered,
‘This is my lucky day.
If I continue on this path, three dragons I will slay.’
So off he raced…
Through the forest, o’er the hill,
‘cross the mountain pass until
There upon the path he saw
The tracks of…
‘Dragon Number Four!’ Sir Circumference whooped,
‘There can be no mistaking
That lurking round this corner lie more dragons for the taking.’
So off he galloped…
Through the forest, o’er the hill,
Sir Cumference rode like thunder,
Till on the mountain pass he seemed to realise his blunder.
‘For many miles I’ve searched in vain,
But now it’s plain to see,
There are no dragons up ahead.
They must be chasing me!’
Sir Cumference turned his steed about
To quickly double back.
Then, with his lance and shield in hand,
Sped off along the track.
Alas, for our befuddled knight,
The truth was never found,
For blinded by ambition he
Just kept on going round and round and round and round and round and round…
“Space Magic” by Penny Szentkuti
Leave a commentSpace Magic
Away from the pull of the earth things float,
but not in the way of water and boats.
There is no up and there is no down,
you’re guided by the objects around.
The anchor of the earth below
holds you to what you think you know.
The blood never rushes to your head –
smooth pumping by your heart instead.
You wake and sleep in any position,
drifting like a space magician.
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