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About Elephants

 

An elephant has a very long nose

That’s sometimes used like a powerful hose

And once that trunk has been exerted,

Anyone close may well be squirted.

 

Note this elementary fact:

Eggshells won’t remain intact

If an elephant’s massive legs

Place his feet on a poor bird’s eggs.

 

It’s OK if you feel hesitant

Every time you’re near an elephant.

Watch that trunk – you could be washed!

Mind those feet – you may be squashed!

 

Monty Edwards

Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #26

Monty says: “I didn’t get far with rhymes for the key words, but eventually was able to compose a couple of verses which included all the words and then added a final verse to tie it all together.”

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Flight of fancy

 

I feel that my arms have been turned into wings

that I’m suddenly able to fly,

to glide through the air looking down on the things

that can only be viewed from the sky.

 

I’m up on that branch and I’m ready to go.

I can launch from my perch in a blink,

creating a distance from all that’s below

and without even having to think.

 

Of course I will never take off from a tree

but, although it may seem quite absurd,

I’m instantly weightless and totally free

when I chance to look up at a bird.

 

Jenny Erlanger

Jenny said: This poem developed as I walked the length of Hadrian’s Wall through the beautiful English countryside.

 

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caterpillarsongimustwaitfortransformation

 

 

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #5

poetry-prompt-5June said: I liked that the photograph prompt had creatures on it and it inspired me to think of what it must be like for a caterpillar to change its mode of transport when it transforms. I placed this poem over a photograph of a butterfly. I wanted something about the right length so the photograph and words could balance.  It is fun making poem/photograph creations. For playfulness I spelt the word travel out at the end of each line.

I took this photograph at the Botanical Gardens.

As for the last line, my teenage son recently was studying a Dylan Thomas poem so I thought it would be fun to echo some of the lines.

‘Do not go gently into that good night.’

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An Orange Egg

 

I’m sure that I can eat an orange egg.

You do not have to plead. You needn’t beg.

I do not think that I have ever tried

An orange that’s been boiled, poached or fried.

Nor have I yet consumed an egg that’s raw,

Been neatly peeled, and sliced up into four.

 

An orange placed on toasted sourdough

Is not a taste sensation that I know.

I haven’t eaten egg as marmalade.

I’m not convinced that it would make the grade.

I know! I’ll mix the two into a goop,

And eat them as an eggy, orange soup!

 

© Stephen Whiteside
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #45

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Party Preparation

 

I say to my mirror: “Well, how do I look?”

The mirror replies: “You use your two eyes.”

“No, you don’t understand! Tell me how I appear.”

“You come through the door and then you are here.”

“But mirror of mine, tell me what you reflect.”

“Whatever’s in front of me, as you’d expect.”

“So, mirror of mine, have you no more to say?”

“Only: ‘Why stand and stare? There’s a party today!'”

 

Monty Edwards
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #37

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Monty says: The desire to look  good for a special occasion is common to children and adults alike. In this, the mirror is an indispensable tool, but we still have to make the judgments ourselves.

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Lunchboxing

The kids said..

 

We don’t want sandwiches

We don’t want cheesy rolls

We’ve had enough of wraps and crackers

We’ve had enough of scrolls

 

Well,  then Mum said..

 

Would you like some liverwurst?

Maybe deep fried brains?

Perhaps some spinach that I boiled,

Would make a lovely change?

 

The kids said..

 

A sandwich is fine mum..

Thanks

 

Sioban Timmer
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #45

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Our Home is Dirt by Sea

Australian poems for Australian kids

Selected by Dianne Bates

Walker Books ISBN 9781925081190 PB RRP $16.99

Reviewed by Teena Raffa-Mulligan

our-home-is-dirt-by-sea-coverFrom the title with its play on the line from our national anthem to the content and the creators, this anthology is Australian in flavour and is sure to become a popular addition to home and school libraries.

Dianne Bates, who selected the poems for inclusion, said her aim in compiling the anthology was to honour some fine Australian children’s poets and there are many names that will be familiar to poetry lovers.

The book is well presented and easy to read and features a diverse range of child-friendly, well-crafted poems sorted into categories of Mostly Me, Families, People, Animals, Sport, School and Special Times.

“In choosing which poems to include I was guided by numerous factors,” Bates said.

“First I needed to believe that any given poem would appeal to child readers; I asked myself would they understand the poem and would they like it.

“For me, a poem needs to touch the readers in some way, not just intellectually but emotionally. The reader ought to have an ‘ah’ moment.

“What matters most in a collection of poems like this is that the reader will want to dip into it again and again.”

Our Home is Dirt by Sea fulfils Bates’ intent.

It’s difficult to highlight individual poems from an anthology of this quality. Among my personal favourites are If I Were a Kid (Jane Williams), Quite Bizarre (Kylie Seeberg), The Lady (Ann Coleridge), A Dancing Cat (Janeen Brian) and Christmas Visitor (Bill Condon).

Some poems will amuse and entertain, while others will prompt serious thought, such as Auschwitz Flower by Ian McBryde and The Last of His Tribe by Henry Kendall.

The anthology is a wonderful resource for schools. I’ve used it in my creative writing sessions for young people and adults and find it offers excellent examples of diversity in style and voice.

The only aspect of the book that jarred with me was the background graphic of the Foreword, About the Poets and First Lines Index. It works on the colour cover but interferes with text clarity in mono in the interior of the book.

Bates said the anthology took a decade from research to publication. It’s been worth the wait. Anyone who enjoys poetry – child or adult – is sure to find many poems to love and share in its pages.

Our Home is Dirt by Sea is available from the publisher here.

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Buccaneer Banquet

 

The buccaneer bragged to the butcher,

“My Kitchen Rules, for sure,

so gimme those guts for me banquet tonight

and a coupla bears and that boar.

 

I’m goin’ all out on the barbie,

with bacon and bangers to boot,

served up with a broccoli garnish,

and for afters, a basin of fruit.

 

A good balanced bash for me hearties,

from Yours Truly, the Buccaneer Host,

and if they wake up in the morning,

they can get their own coffee and toast.

Kate O’Neil
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #29

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Squirrel Sightings

 

Have you ever seen a squirrel? You may think them rather cute,

But they’re certainly not stupid, for they’re really quite astute.

They take notice of the weather when the winter’s on its way

And store all the food that’s needed for each coming frosty day.

For that is when they snuggle in the hollow of a tree,

Or they hide among the bushes where they’re difficult to see.

 

Every squirrel’s quite a builder when it wants to make a nest

So that as things get much colder there’s a place for warmth and rest.

If you should see a squirrel when you’re at the park to play,

Don’t be too disappointed if the squirrel darts away.

Watch him hurry, scamper, scurry, for you’ll seldom see him walk.

Perhaps he’s just too busy to take time to stop and talk.

 

Monty Edwards
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #30

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Monty says: I enjoy writing poetry for the opportunity it gives to inspire, challenge or entertain people I may never meet personally. I also enjoy attempting to conquer such constraints as form, meter and rhyme by my choice and arrangement of words in order to produce my own unique response to a theme or prompt. For me it is like tackling a complex puzzle for which there may be many possible solutions, but few that are completely satisfying as an offering to potential readers.

 

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Wattle blooming

Sudden bursts of gold,

Sweeping colour bold,

By rivers, by roads, in country and town,

In farms and gardens, the wattle’s the crown.

 

Of the end of the winter, beginning of spring,

The blooming of wattle will sing and sing

Of birds in their nests and the warm days to hand,

For the wattle is blooming across the land.

Sophie Masson