Night Sounds by Frankie Rose

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Some of our fauna have it right
They sleep all day and rise at night
Some are shy, others proud
Some are quiet, others loud
Learn to recognise the sound
It’s nice to know who is around.

Curlews chat, some night birds cry
Cattle low, and the bats whoosh by
Green frogs drop from hiding places
To commence their nighttime hopping races
The froggy chorus by the dam
Informs all their friends, “I am around.”

Tell the dogs no need to bustle
When hearing gentle thumps and leafy rustles
That’s the macropods up near the house
And a swooping owl catching a mouse.

WAIT the chooks are cackling – that’s not right!
A snake is sneaking in this night
I‘m racing there to get him out
“Not my chooks, you hungry lout!”

But soon the sky begins to lighten
Pull the blankets right up tighter
Bird chirps start to fill the dawning
It must be time to rise for morning.

Poem inspired by July poetry prompt from artwork titled, NIGHTSOUNDS by Amanda W Johnson

https://amberwjohnson.wixsite.com/illustration/about-me

Choices by Andrew Plant

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Whether we wills or

Whether we won’ts

Whether we dos or 

Whether we don’ts

Whether we oughts or

Whether we on’ts

It all depends on choice

Whether we shalls or

Whether we shan’ts

Whether we cans or

Whether we can’ts 

Whether we mights or

Whether we man’ts

It all depends on choice 

Choice is rather marvelous gift

It offers a moment to make a shift 

To think through or guess

To say no or yes 

To do right or wrong

To be weak or strong 

To be good or bad

To be calm or mad 

Whether we wins or whether we loses

Depends in the end on how we chooses

Choices by Andrew Plant

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This poem is completely potty! by James Aitchison

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Where to put the pot?

Under the bed

or on your head?

Where to put the pot?

..

Where to put the pot?

Behind the door

or on the floor?

Where to put the pot?

…

Where to put the pot?

I haven’t a clue,

what can I do?

I haven’t got a pot!

This poem is completely potty! by James Aitchison

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World Laughter Day by Pauline Cleary

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There are games and pranks and jokes and larks.
There are funny looks and odd remarks,
comical lines and witty asides.
It’s always good to see the funny side.

A giggle, a snicker, a hoot, a guffaw –
these are the sounds we enjoy and applaud.
We fall about laughing; we roll in the aisle.
We double up, chortle, snigger and smile.

So, here’s to laughter; here’s to fun,
to witticisms, gags, jests and puns.
When things look grey and not too bright,
we can always look for the funny side.

World Laughter Day by Pauline Cleary

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Crazy Quasi-Liquid Layer by Celia Berrell

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Like ballerinas on blue ice
those skaters glide and pirouette
in perfect dance and balance – yet
to know skate’s science would be nice.
Don’t blunder with confusions such
as “ice melts under pressure”.
We’ve found a better measure
which explains why skaters slide so much.
From nought to minus two-hundred (°C)
a Quasi-Liquid Layer is found
on any water-ice around.
The thinnest, smoothest, slippery-spread!
Friction makes our fingers grip.
We’ll hold a biscuit with control
while ice-cubes fumble, flip and fall
because of crazy quasi-slip.

Crazy Quasi-Liquid Layer by Celia Berrell

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