reaching out to another
acknowledging they are worthy
noticing someone else’s need
daring to step out and do
observing a special opportunity
motivated to spring into action
affirming the receiver’s value to society
courageously showing respect and honour
transformed by the experience
spontaneously spreading joy
Random Acts by Karen Lee Mills
Image from Pixabay
Our microwave’s groaning,
the dishwasher’s moaning,
the fridge has developed a whir.
Our blender’s not blending,
it’s only pretending.
The food’s barely given a stir.
Our dryer’s stopped drying.
it’s not even trying
but that’s not what irks me the most.
The toaster I’m using
has started refusing
to pop up my pieces of toast.
I’m sensing defiance
from every appliance.
It must be their chores they dislike.
I’m wondering whether
they’ve plotted together
to stage this ridiculous strike?
Stop Work by Jenny Erlanger
Image from Pixabay
Dr Seuss said it all:
‘A person’s a person,
no matter how small’.
Let’s say the same for a village:
It isn’t the size that matters,
but how many hearts
call it home.
VILLAGE by Graham Seal
Image from Pixabay
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Artwork: YOU ARE HERE by Hayley Gillespie
a poem can be quite funny
a poem can be quite sad
some poems are really sensible
while others are quite mad
some are rather silly
designed to fashion laughs
with talk of roosters ducks and geese
or large long necked giraffes
but poems can tell a story
not just be rhyming word
a poem can make your heart take flight
on strong emotions stirred
a poem can give you pleasure
wonderous and sublime
of which there is no measure
take you to another time
and poems belong to everyone
just follow where they lead
turn the page and there they are
in thought word and deed
for poetry is ancient
a timeless limitless cloak
of thoughts and feelings infinite
as old as language spoke
You’ll soon be walking through that door.
I can’t stay still a moment more.
I’m racing up and down the floor.
Can’t wait to say hello!
I’m here again with teary eyes
as everybody hugs and cries.
The air is filled with sad goodbyes.
Can’t stand to see you go!
Have you woken up to find
you don’t know how you feel?
That’s how I felt when I woke up today.
I tried to find a word that would
express the way I felt
but there were not the words that would convey
the feelings I was feeling, for
it all felt so surreal,
a feeling like no other I have known.
I cannot find the words to tell you
how it is I felt.
I’ll have to make up new words of my own.
I felt flagisticatious,
all wimbillical inside.
Indubicartly grobble-poxed, was I.
Befuddulant and jingle-jacked,
quite micro-ballical,
which can’t have been too pleasing to the eye.
I felt so astro-numical,
anthortical in fact,
in a very catostrismic kind of way.
And that, my friend, just sums it up –
exactly how I felt –
the way I felt when I awoke today.
It’s a topsy turvy kind of day
My head is in a spin
What’s down is up, what’s up is down
I’m neither out nor in
I’ll try on lots of outfits
and brush and style my hair
It’s a topsy turvy kind of day
but I don’t really care
It’s a muddily fuddily way I feel
My head is in a fog
I think I’ll put my runners on
and go out for a jog
I’ll race the other joggers
to see if I can win
It’s a muddily fuddily way I feel
but comfy in my skin
It’s a higgledy piggledy afternoon
My head is in a cloud
I think I’ll put my headphones on
Play music way up loud
I’ll dance around my bedroom
where no one else can see
It’s a higgledy piggledy afternoon
and that’s just fine with me
Australian Children’s Poetry 