Dogs by Kristin Martin

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Dogs

 Some dogs are scary.
You have to be wary.

Some dogs are fat.
They could squash you flat.

Some dogs are tiny
and yappy and whiny.

Some dogs are old
and can’t do what they’re told.

Some dogs are jumpy.
They make me feel grumpy.

Some dogs are fast.
I just watch them run past.

Some dogs are busy
and rush round till they’re dizzy.

But my dog is great.
She’s my very best mate.

ABOUT KRISTIN:

Kristin lives in Adelaide in a house sort-of-near the sea with her husband, two sons, three turtles, four goldfish, five spiny leaf insects and a canary named Stephen Fly. Her poems have appeared in Tadpoles in the Torrens (Wakefield Press, 2013), and in the magazines Blast Off and Orbit. Kristin’s adult poetry collection, Paint the Sky, will be published by Ginninderra Press later this year.

Today Kristin tells us about her love of poetry and shares a little about her writing process…

I love writing poems; that’s what makes me a poet. I wouldn’t write poems if I didn’t love doing it. If you love writing poems then you are a poet too.

Many of my poems come from things I see or hear that make me laugh, or make me stop and say, “Wow! Isn’t that amazing! I want to tell people about that!” But, just because I think something is funny or amazing, it doesn’t mean other people will too. So I have to show how amazing or funny it is. One way to do this is to make up a story, with interesting characters and a setting and a beginning, middle and an end. I insert the amazing thing I saw into the story, and I write the story as a poem.

I also like to play with rhymes. On the same trip to northern Australia I was sitting on the edge of a beautiful, warm spring, dangling my feet in the water and watching my children swim, when a woman walked up with a black, stocky dog. I wanted to jump up and ran away because the dog looked so scary. But I made myself stay, because the water was lovely and warm, and told myself to be wary of the dog, but not scared. Immediately I realised I had a rhyme: “Some dogs are scary, you have to be wary.” I loved that rhyme! Over the next few weeks I thought of other rhymes for dogs; tiny dogs and jumpy dogs and busy dogs. I wrote them all in my notebook, then chose my favourite rhymes and arranged them in the order that sounded best. But the poem wasn’t finished until I came up with the ending. A good ending is one of the most important things in a poem.

 

 

Big Shoes to Fill from Teena Raffa-Mulligan

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When I read Di Bates’ call for someone to look after this wonderful site showcasing Australian children’s poets and their work I must admit I hesitated before putting up my hand. I love writing and reading poetry for children so I knew the role would be more pleasure than work, and after the brilliant job Di has done of making the site a success, I wanted to see it continue.

But the responsibility of maintaining the high standard she’s set along the way felt a tad daunting. Fortunately enthusiasm won out and it’s my pleasure to say hello to you all. With your involvement I know we can continue to encourage children to enjoy poetry in all its forms and support each other in our writing activities. I look forward to receiving your contributions to the Poem of the Day page, along with any poetry information, articles and interviews you care to submit.

My email address is traffa-m@bigpond.net.au

Happy writing!

Teena

Farewell, Friends! from Dianne Bates

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After investing so much time (and money) getting the Australian Children’s Poetry blog up and running, I have now decided to hand over the reins to Teena Raffa-Mulligan whom I’m convinced is just the right person for the job. Thank you, Teena, for doing so and good luck!

Thank you, too, for the many ACP supporters, especially my dearest husband, Bill Condon, a marvellous children’s poet (and author).  The hugest thanks of all goes to Helen Ross who has been amazing with all of the energy and enthusiasm she’s given to her job of creating the blog and continuing to support me with many technical glitches. Without her invaluable help the blog would not have picked up the nearly 65,000 hits it’s had in the past 12 months.

I am now going to focus on my own creative writing and to continue compiling and editing Buzz Words, the twice monthly online magazine I founded in 2006 for those in the children’s book industry. You can check out the Buzz Words’ blog on http://www.buzzwordsmagazine.com and if you send me an email to dibates@outlook.com, I will send you the latest issue to see if you’d like to subscribe.

Cheerio!

Di

Our Home is Dirt by Sea Anthology

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The following is an interview conducted by Rebecca Newman of Alphabet Soup with Dianne (Di) Bates, the founder of Australian Children’s Poetry blog about an Australian children’s poetry anthology Di has compiled.

RN: You are the commissioning editor for a poetry anthology for children coming out with Walker Books. What was your role in the book?                                                                                                                                                                                                   DB:I spent many hours finding poems which were written by Australians and which would suit the themes I’d decided on for the anthology (such as sport, families, being a kid). I had to record the source of each poem (if it was in a single poet collection, an anthology, a magazine or if it was unpublished). I also tracked down contact addresses of the poets, gave the anthology a title (Our Home is Dirt by Sea) and then had to find a publisher for the whole anthology. This all sounds easy, but it took me several years.

RN: There are a lot of poems in an anthology. Do all the poets get paid if they have a poem published in an anthology?

DB: Yes, poets are paid. As the editor, I get paid, as well. Unfortunately the publisher couldn’t include all the poems I wanted, because of financial limitations.

RN: Does an editor ever change the words in a poem once it’s accepted for an anthology? Does the poet have a say in any changes?

DB: I would never change the words — or the punctuation — in a poem without approval from the poet. I didn’t change any of the poems in my anthology.

RN: Can you tell us a bit about the upcoming anthology? DB: Titled Our Home is Dirt by Sea, the anthology consists of 60 poems in the following categories: Australia, Mostly Me, Families, People, Animals, Sport, School, and Special Times. A few of the poems are lyrical, some make children think and some are humorous, but all are child-friendly and relatively short. The style of poems ranges from rhyming verse to free verse. I aimed for poems which make the reader feel some emotion when reading them, and for children to ‘see’ themselves or the world around them. Some of the poets are well-known such as Steven Herrick, Elizabeth Honey, Doug McLeod and Max Fatchen, but others are lesser known (to children) such as Robert Adamson, Kyle Seeburg, Andrew Leggett and Rodney Hall. I have also compiled two other children’s poetry anthologies, but they are so far unpublished. And I’ve published a book of mad verse for children titled Erky Perky Silly Stuff (Five Senses Education).

RN: Do you write poetry yourself? (Does that help when you are selecting poems for an anthology?)

DB: Yes, I do write poems, but I don’t consider myself a very good poet. There are none of my poems in Our Home is Dirt by Sea, though there are a few by my husband, Bill Condon (who has published three collections). I know a lot about poetry from having a life-long love of poetry, teaching verse speaking, performing poetry and reading extensively. I’ve also run children’s poetry competitions and have a blog, Australian Children’s Poetry which showcases Australian children’s poets.

A Crocodile Called Burt by Brian Moses

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A Crocodile Called Burt

(For Karen)

 

He’s a funky crocodile,

a chunky crocodile,

a crocodile called Burt.

 

He’s a fearsome beast,

three metres at least,

he looks sleepy but he is alert.

 

Just don’t be misled

that he’s tired in bed,

by the sound of his rumbling snores.

 

If you get too near

you may well disappear

between his chewmungous jaws.

 

He’s a moving rock,

he’s a common croc,

no pedigree and no frills.

 

But next door you’ll see

reptile royalty,

two crocs called Kate and Wills!

 

 There really are two crocodiles named after the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, and they both live with Burt at Crocosaurus Cove, a crocodile sanctuary in Darwin, Australia.) From The Monster Sale (Frances Lincoln, 2013)

 

ABOUT OUR GUEST POET

Brian Moses lives in the small Sussex village of Burwash with his wife Anne, and a loopy labrador called Honey. He first worked as a teacher but has now been a professional children’s poet for 26 years. To date he has over 200 books published including volumes of his own poetry such as A Cat Called Elvis and Behind the Staffroom Door  (both Macmillan), anthologies such as The Secret Lives of Teachers  and Aliens Stole My Underpants (both Macmillan) and picture books such as Beetle in the Bathroom  and Trouble at the Dinosaur Cafe (both Puffin). Over one million copies of Brian’s poetry books have now been sold by Macmillan. Brian’s blog address is  brian-moses.blogspot.com

Brian’s latest book is School Report

BrianMosesSchoolReportWIP

 

Cocoon by Jenny Erlanger

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Cocoon

My sleeping bag is warm and tight.
I’ve wormed my way down deep.
Could someone please turn out the light?
I’m ready now to sleep.

I could be quite a while in here.
Take care of all my things.
I don’t intend to reappear
until I’ve sprouted wings.

© Jenny Erlanger

This poem won first prize in Jackie Hosking’s Rhyming Poetry Spring competition in 2013. Jenny has had ten poems published in “The School Magazine” and another two feature in Hopscotch (Jelli -Beanz Publishing 2007). Jenny’s book of children’s poetry, Giggles and Niggles (Haddington Press 2007) is currently out of print, but anyone interested in purchasing a copy can contact Jenny by email jennyerlanger@optusnet.com.au

Bullies by Katherine Gallagher

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Bullies

 

With the eye in the back of his head

he sees them coming —

 

eight-year-old breakers,

baby-hard, baby-soft.

 

Their space-machine, so elegant

could swallow him,

 

drown him once and for all

in a dish of air.

 

No use trying to rewrite the law:

they are the masters —

 

skills bred in the bone.

He freezes —

 

they expect it,

though a voice inside him squeaks

 

I … Words cut his tongue,

weigh in his mind like a bruise.

© Katherine Gallagher

(Published in Them and Us (The Bodley Head, 1993) and Ramshackle Rainbow (Macmillan Children’s books, 2001)

Katherine Gallagher is a widely-published Australian poet resident in London. She writes for children and adults and has poems in many children’s anthologies. About Bullies, she says, ‘I wrote this poem in response to bullying that I witnessed in a local primary school. Bullying is tragic and a big social problem; children become increasingly insecure and afraid. Sadly, they often don’t tell anyone, even parents and teachers, and this misery can affect them for the rest of their lives’. 

Hot Summer Day by Jenny Erlanger

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Hot Summer Day

 

The seashells I’ve collected stink,

not one of them is pretty.

My cordial’s too warm to drink,

my sandwiches are gritty.

 

I’d build a fortress on the shore

but no one here will help.

I won’t go swimming any more

with jelly fish and kelp.

 

My face is hot, it’s getting pink.

I’ll turn into a peach.

I hate to grizzle, but I think

it’s time to leave the beach!

 

© Jenny Erlanger

Although I have many positive memories of the many Christmases I spent as a child on the Mornington Peninsula, eating sandwiches on the beach in the middle of summer, with no shade in sight, was not one of them. This poem comes from my volume of children’s poetry, Giggles and Niggles (Haddington Press, 2007)

Bullies by Katherine Gallagher

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Bullies

 

With the eye in the back of his head

he sees them coming —

 

eight-year-old breakers,

baby-hard, baby-soft.

 

Their space-machine, so elegant

could swallow him,

 

drown him once and for all

in a dish of air.

 

No use trying to rewrite the law:

they are the masters —

 

skills bred in the bone.

He freezes —

 

they expect it,

though a voice inside him squeaks

 

I … Words cut his tongue,

weigh in his mind like a bruise.

© Katherine Gallagher

(Published in Them and Us (The Bodley Head, 1993) and Ramshackle Rainbow (Macmillan Children’s books, 2001)

Katherine Gallagher is a widely-published Australian poet resident in London. She writes for children and adults and has poems in many children’s anthologies. About Bullies, she says, ‘I wrote this poem in response to bullying that I witnessed in a local primary school. Bullying is tragic and a big social problem; children become increasingly insecure and afraid. Sadly, they often don’t tell anyone, even parents and teachers, and this misery can affect them for the rest of their lives’. 

At the Park by Kristina Hoy

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At the Park

 

Great sticks in hand

we marched along

in lines as straight as roads

heading to the forest

where trees stand tall in rows

 

A sudden halt

I ground my stick

look back way o’er my shoulder

he follows,  s l o w

stick trailing now

behind my little brother

 

Come on!” I cry

to speed him up

one last green stretch to cover

not knowing what the forest holds

it’s best we stayed together

 

He caught up fast

stick raised up now

and pointed like a sword

quietly we crept along

eyes peeled as we moved forward

 

tip-toe

 

tip-toe

 

tip-toe

 

tip 

 

We stop again

feet poised and still

and listen to the breeze

it brings the sounds of something

that lives within these trees

 

We feel it getting closer

hot breath and heavy steps

sniffing those who trespass

growling

then he leapt!

 

The fury of the dragon

was felt in flames of red

firing from his toothy mouth

smoke swirling round his head

 

We squeal as terror finds us

deep in this tree-lined forest

swords waving ‘round

as high-pitched cries

and beating wings surround us

 

Running hard

we stumble t’wards

the lit end of the path

an exit from the danger

a dragon’s angry wrath

 

Feet flying now

we cross the grass

and flop onto the mat

relieved, and breathing hard

we laugh … should we go back?

 

© Kristina Hoy

 

About the poet

Previously a full-time high school Science teacher, I now spend most of my time with my two young children. My poems are usually based on nature, written with the intent to encourage kids to explore, learn and connect with the outside world.

 www.sandcastlesandskies.blogspot.com.au