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Town Invasion by Jenny Erlanger

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The monster approaching with giant black eyes
looks hostile and ever so chilling.
Its freaky companion, of frightening size,
is certainly out for a killing.

And standing nearby is another weird creep.
This one’s pretty skinny and hairy.
It must be a zombie, it seems half asleep.
I’ve never seen something so scary.

And here comes a creature with blood-coated jaws
whose stare is quite clearly satanic.
It’s carving the air with its menacing claws
and looks most decidedly manic.

A lot more have gathered and formed into groups,
they’re constantly shrieking or grunting.
Assembled together in nightmarish troops,
They’re focused on scaring and hunting.

The treats have been awesome, the feast’s been a blast,
as always, a night to remember.
Of course, the excitement is not going to last.
Tomorrow’s the start of November.

In response to Celebrations prompt

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The First Day of School by Jenny Erlanger

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I’d soon be walking through that door,
I’d waited all those years.
But nothing had prepared me for
that sudden flood of tears.
As one who loves to seize the day,
who takes whatever comes,
I couldn’t wait to get away
from all those weeping mums.

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Field Action by Jenny Erlanger

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Ran my heart out,
grabbed the ball,
triple bounced it,
took a fall,
couldn’t hold it,
lost control,
marked the next one,
kicked a goal!

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Little Red Riding Hood by Jenny Erlanger

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Her problems started long before

the poor child was pursued

by that conniving carnivore

who treated her as food.

Yes, long before she crossed that wood

to drop in on her nan,

and long before she wore a hood

her troubles all began.

How mortified she must have felt,

and I’d have felt the same,

at having heartlessly been dealt

with such a stupid name.

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Born to Drive by Jenny Erlanger

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I tell Mum when to go
and when to stop, at every light.
I tell her she should know
to keep pedestrians in sight.
I say she has to show
she’s turning left or veering right.
I help her with the most important stuff.

Already I’ve begun
to dream of how it’s going to feel
when I become the one
who gets to sit behind the wheel.
I think of all the fun
I’ll have when driving cars for real.
For now, though, back-seat driving is enough.

“Great Grannie’s birthday gift” by Jenny Erlanger

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Great Grannie’s birthday gift

 

Great Grannie has a letter

from a star who’s never met her

and who wishes her the very, very best.

 

It’s really quite uncanny

that she wrote to our Great Nannie

but I know Great Nannie’s feeling pretty blessed.

 

We’re amazed (and who could blame us)

that an idol who’s so famous

was prepared to take this break from her routine.

 

And although I feel no malice,

I am just a little jealous

that Great Grannie’s got a letter from the queen.

“Acrostic Poems” by Jenny Erlanger

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Acrostic poems  

 

Acrostics make me wary

’Cause they set too high a goal.

Restrictive rules are scary

Once they choose to take control.

So though I can supply one,

Thanks to books that feature these,

I’m not prepared to try one

’Cause I lack the expertise.

“Poetry in motion” by Jenny Erlanger

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I urge you all to give a miss

to writing poems that start like this.

Your listeners aren’t out there to bore.

You’re bound to captivate them more…

 

by putting in the grunt and time

and focusing awhile

on finding other ways to rhyme,

a change of writing style

 

Try to rhyme the firsts and thirds

while also taking care

Lines 2 and 4 conclude with words

that make a rhyming pair…

 

or take a risk, and aiming high,

just spread your wings and have a try

at branching out and saying goodbye

to standard rhyming mode.

 

The fourth line, such a sudden end

to three that show a rhyming trend

won’t find its matching, rhyming friend

till three more lines have flowed…

 

so when you write your rhyming poem,

you now have lots of choice.

With merriment

experiment

to give your words their voice.

 

 

“Fantasy Pet” by Jenny Erlanger

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Fantasy pet

 

She’s a baby T-Rex and she comes from the past

when the dinosaurs wandered the land.

Having dodged certain death from a meteor blast,

she now squats in the palm of my hand

Unaware she’s the luckiest creature alive,

she cavorts round the yard like a pup.

In my dreams, she continues to grow and to thrive.

In my nightmares, she gobbles me up.

“Fish and chips on the beach” by Jenny Erlanger

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Fish and chips on the beach

 

It’s so bossy and loud

and stands out from the crowd

as we gather together to eat.

Dashing forwards and back,

it looks set to attack

every bird homing in on a treat.

It arches its neck

then it rushes to check,

with a glare and a threatening screech,

that the other gulls round

don’t pick up from the ground

what we’ve tossed from our spot on the beach.

So obsessed with the job

of controlling the mob,

it has missed quite a banquet tonight.

It has not had a grip

on a single thrown chip

and it serves the antagonist right!