Humpty Dumpty
jumped in the sea.
Humpty Dumpty
sank instantly.
All the young mermaids
and their mermen
couldn’t get Humpty
to surface again.
©Katherine Gallagher,
Category Archives: Poem of the Day
#Prompt 28 Picture Prompt
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Please send in poems this week to
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Thankyou
Jeanie
And today’s quote
“Water fight” by Jenny Erlanger
Leave a commentWater fight
My father is fighting the water
but some of it’s gone up his nose.
My sister and brother
and even my mother
are soggy right down to their toes.
They’re starting to sound pretty angry,
I’ll have to give in, I suppose
but I know for a fact
that I can’t be attacked
if I stay on this end of the hose.
This was first published in “Play” (Paper Dart Press, UK 2018)
“Creating Poetry” by Toni Newell
Leave a commentCreating Poetry
Some wear their heart on their sleeve,
Whilst others invest in words,
Sometimes in the form of poetry,
Allowing themselves to be heard.
Taking the opportunity,
To sift through muddled thoughts,
Seeking a type of clarity,
Words on a page that are caught.
Then harnessing the words,
Forming some sort of order,
Making sense of them all,
Before gluing them together.
And, when it is finished,
Words cast in cement,
Sentiment and message delivered,
Produce a passage that’s relevant.
“Hidden Writing” by Andrew Carter
Leave a commentHidden Writing
Some write with pleasure since young,
Some find writing homework a chore.
Some don’t write much at all
Or, write later in life when they’re bored.
Writing is a hidden gift for some,
Late bloomers are like a late flowering flower
Some are just blooming late,
having doubts from the start until,
they finish with flourishing power.
“A Recipe For Dew” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentA recent rain
to quench and share.
A cloudless night
to cool the air.
The slightest breeze
to chill on cue
the grass and leaves.
Here comes the dew.
The stage is set
for dawn’s sensation.
Jewel-studded
condensation.
Blanket-strewn
on grassy stems
are rainbow-sparkling
water gems.
first published in CSIRO’s Scientriffic magazine No 85, July 2013
“What will I write of next?” by Jeanie Axton
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The pen flew up in the air
A pencil followed next
the stapler did a little jig
across the writing desk
The ruler stomped his wooden feet
A window opened wide
Then all the pretty writing paper
rose up and blew outside
The writer sat and pondered
What will I write of next?
With all this chaos going on
here on my writing desk
#Prompt 27 “Water”
Leave a commentThis week can you write about water?
Here is a picture prompt to get you started.
Please send in poems this week to
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Thankyou
Jeanie
And todays inspiration is a poem by Toni Newell
The Love of Writing
Writing stimulates me,
In so many different ways,
It’s exciting and challenging,
I look forward to Mondays.
Another ‘prompt’ to think about,
Get creative juices flowing,
And then put pen to paper,
Write something that has meaning.
And hope that what I’ve written,
Will give somebody pleasure,
For I have shared part of myself,
Hope I stand up to the measure.
“Brain Fight” by Kesta Fleming
Leave a commentBrain Fight
I need to write a poem but I don’t know what to write.
I want to write a poem but my brain’s put up a fight.
I wonder if I trick it – if I lure it somewhere good –
It’ll let me write my poem. Boy, I really wish it would!
If I make a cosy spot for it with lots to keep it busy,
I can grab my pen and paper, and then write until I’m dizzy. But…
My brain is much too clever. It sees right through my plan.
It says ‘A poem’s good, it’s true, but let’s go visit Gran!’
And I say ‘Good idea!’ And I’m heading out the door
When I realise that old brain of mine has tricked me like before.
So I go inside and sit back down and try to start again.But…
This brain of mine, this bane of mine, jacks up with all the strain.
It says ‘Not now, not here!’ It says ‘Not there, not then!’
It says ‘But you’ve got other jobs more pressing. Let’s do them!’
But I say, ‘Come on Brain Box. The other things can wait.
They’re little things, they’re easy things… A poem’s something great.’
Again my brain’s protesting: ‘A poem takes too long!
It’s tricky with that rhyme and stuff. I’ll get the rhythm wrong!’
And now we’re on to something: my brain is filled with fear.
So I coax it very gently and I tell it that I’m here.
I tell it that together we can get this poem done,
That even though it seems quite hard it might, in fact, be fun.
But still it kicks and screams a bit, and finds one more excuse.
So I chase it, and I pounce on it! Who let this brain run loose?!
And then at last I realise that this brain is mine to tame.
It’s mine to take control of. I can stop its silly game. So…
I shock it into action. Yes! I take it by surprise.
And here, before its noticed, is my poem!
That’s my prize.
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