Prompt #29 “A mixed bag”

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Good Morning,

The next two weeks I am on school holidays.

Poems scheduled for this time are a variety of different ones sent in as well as a few past poems.

The prompt for the two weeks is “A mixed bag” which means you can send in anything you want. When Im back on deck next term I will schedule those poems ahead for the Christmas holidays.

There will be a new prompt on Monday October 12th.

Thank-you everyone for your continued support of this site.

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John London was  was an American novelist, journalist as well as a social activist.

“Tree Fog” By Louise McCarthy

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It’s a tall sailing-ship on the ocean, 

Still, anchored, waiting – not to be broken – 

Or smashed on rocks – run aground.

A grey shape, visible in the fog – no sound.

Or, imaginably, if I listen closely – beyond the hush – 

Seawater claps the vessel’s hull and waves swoosh on the shore.

Sensible sea captain, dutiful crew, waits – no rush…

The sun is sinking, a gull calls, and the reef makes no score.

Explorers or pirates?  We’ll see…

I write in my log book – a note to me – 

“Tomorrow – build lighthouse for sea dogs.”

But in the morning there is no sea, no ship, and no fog.

“Mysterious Visitor” by Dannielle Viera


“Mysterious Visitor” 

Windows frame a world of white

Everything erased from sight

Where are flowers, birds and trees?

Lost among the misty seas

Wispy waves drown out all sound

Silence shrouds the cloudy ground

Claws of cold try to get in

Goosebumps prickle on my skin


What’s that scary shape I spy?

Creeping close, a real bad guy

Frosty fingers haze their face

My poor heart begins to race

Then a sly grin carves the gloom

Quickly, I run from the room

Feeling brave, no need to hide

Open up the front door wide


‘Gran! That must have been a slog

Walking through this horrid fog.’

“Stolen Sky” By Sioban Timmer


Superb fairy-wrens are also known as blue wrens, they live as a family group.

Fairy-wrens have weak powers of flight but have long legs and spend most of their time on the ground or in shrubs, progressing in a series of hops as they gather food.

In families of superb fairy-wrens it seems that fathers get all the good looks. The dazzling blue feathers on the breeding male’s head, neck and tail. Somewhere nearby will be a group of small brown birds. These are the females, and ‘stay at home’ children of previous broods.


Stolen Sky

By Sioban Timmer


Fairy Wren upon a branch

I love to watch you skip and prance

Your colour stolen from the sky

A summer moment dancing by


Your partner with her feathers brown

Is no less pretty as she bounds

Perhaps because you make the pair

Of sky and earth together there


So Fairy Wren please stay a while

Lift my heart and make me smile

Though even once you hop away

A hint of summer sky will stay

Budgie ‘Blue’ by Toni Newell

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The Australian Budgerigar, (Melopsittacus undulates) nicknamed Budgie.

In the wild they are green and yellow with black scalloped markings. They are found throughout the drier parts of Australia.

In captivity they have been bred resulting in a wide variety of colours amongst which are blue, whites, greys and yellow.

They are a very popular pet and can be taught to speak.

They are around 18 cm in length with a wingspan of 30 cm.

Their diet consists of seeds, greens and fruit.




I used to have a budgerigar,

And his name was ‘Blue’,

He’d look into his mirror,

And chirp a song or two.

At night his cage was covered,

We’d teach him how to speak,

Constantly repeating,

“Pretty boy”, many times a week.

Finally one morning,

Blue was on his swing,

Saying “pretty boy, pretty boy”

It was the greatest thing.

“OCEAN OF POETRY” call by Celia Berrell

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Dear poets,

My dream project each year is to share student poems for Science Week (15-23 August) on the Science Rhymes website.  This year, National Science Week is supporting my call for OCEANS OF POETRY from EVERYONE – not just school students.  Click on the blue links for more details, then submit your poems by 31st July.  I really hope you will join in … and please share this request with anyone you think may be interested.

Snapping Surprises  by Celia Berrell

(beware the globiferous pedicellariae)


Spiky-round sea-urchins

live in the ocean.

Grazing on algae

in graceful slow-motion.


As well as their prickles

providing protection

against hungry fish

they’ve another invention.


Free-floating jaws

that have venomous fangs

can break-off some urchins

like guard-dogs in gangs.


These jaws may be tiny

but fish soon get wise.

They all hate the pain of

an urchin surprise!

“Naturally Artistic” by Toni Newell




Naturally Artistic


Kids are naturally artistic,

In so many different ways,

Free from self-judgement,

Not restricted in anyway.


Their mind’s an open palette,

With fearless application,

Producing works of art,

With gusto, not frustration.


There are no expectations,

Just imaginations wild,

Creating an extension,

Of what they feel inside.