Brave?
Be brave!
Be brave because . . .
Be brave because boldness . . .
Be brave because boldness brings . . .
Be brave because boldness brings benefits.
Be brave because boldness brings bigger benefits!
I caught a piece of yesterday
to share with you today.
It’s clinging to a memory
of how we laugh and play.
I know that piece of yesterday
will never go astray.
It’s squashed inside a heavy book.
That’s where it’s going to stay.
Tomorrow, when I’m old and grey
I’ll still remember yesterday
and how we used to play and laugh.
Because … I have our photograph!
Celia said: Personal pictures and photos have an almost magical connection with our memories and emotions. And some become more precious as the Yesterdays slip by! Do you treasure your analogue or digital album of Yesterdays?
A sleepwalker named Alexander
Left his bed so he could meander.
Eyes closed and snoring,
Arms out before him,
He ended up on the verandah.
But fate had in store a cruel twist
For this poor lonely somnambulist.
The next thing he knew
There was doggy-doo,
And his feet landed right in its midst!
So in future, my friend Alexander,
Take heed of a humble bystander:
Please stay in your bed,
Sheets over your head,
And don’t try to sleep’ly meander.
Butcher Bob from Iron Knob was known throughout the land
for cooking food that tasted good, with produce fresh at hand
Now, Bob he strove to get his stove to turn out something new
He’d not prepare the common fare the common townsfolk knew
From out the back was heard a quack, a gobble and some clucking
a chop or three, then glory be, a mess of feather plucking
It seemed absurd, he stuffed each bird into its larger cousin
and finally, he sang with glee as he shoved it in the oven.
With carving knife, he and his wife had settled down to tuck in
to Sunday treat, this three-way meat, he invented roast turducken
‘Next week, my dear, my next idea…the roast I will be making…
roast beef, pig too, and kangaroo…my kanga-beefy-bacon.’
Bear
big black
bear be brave
because being beary blue
becomes
beary big
bounce your blues
back beyond Burke
big black
beautiful
bear
bounce brightly back
bubblegum
blowing bubbles
big bubblegum bubble
biggest bubble bursting – BANG!
boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hoo.
Bubbles
Bursting Beautifully
Beyond Blue Bays
Blown By Balmy Breezes
Is it a bee without a buzz?
It could be a bee with all that fuzz.
But then its wings stick-out too far
and all six legs have got no hair.
You want to know the reason why?
Because it is a bee-sized fly!
They seem to wear their bee-costumes
and pollinate the same bee-blooms.
Their females are a bee’s worst pest
and lay their eggs in real-bee nests.
To be a bee-fly small or large
it helps to be bee-camouflaged.
Celia said: This poem isn’t about bees. Honest!
Bombyliidae (Bee Flies)
Bee flies are large, fat, and hairy, often with a long, rigid proboscis. They are excellent mimics of bees, and may have black and yellow stripes along the abdomen. The adults are avid seekers of nectar from various flowers, although a few species feed on pollen. They are important pollinators, and can reach the nectaries of many wildflowers that are inaccessible to other flies. Their larvae are brood parasites on various species of bees and wasps.
I found a box
I saw ‘inside’
though what’s inside
I could not see.
Without a doubt
it’s inside out –
outside ‘inside’
just stares at me.
Perhaps ‘inside’
should be inside,
and ‘outside’ shown
externally
But no, ‘inside’
was outside wrote –
What’s ‘writ’ inside
perplexes me.
When Dad’s at the seashore,
This bit he likes best:
After all the swimming,
Take a well-earned rest.
Once lunch is completed,
This is what he’ll choose:
Lying on his towel,
He will have a snooze.
Soaking up the sunshine,
Lying on the beach,
Seeking for a suntan,
Drink within his reach,j
How long he will lie there
None of us can guess.
Asked if he’s still snoozing
He just mumbles:”Yes”.
We return to swimming,
Wait for him to come,
When it doesn’t happen,
We send back our Mum.
Suddenly Mum wakes him:
“Dave, you’re getting hot!
You look like a lobster,
Lifted from the pot!”
Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #15
Monty says: “I considered calling the poem “Redback!”, but in order not to confuse, chose “The Snooze”. Although the poem ends as above, one or both the following verses may be added for didactic purposes.”
Dad forgot to sunscreen:
Didn’t slip, slop, slap;
Left his head uncovered:
Didn’t wear his cap.
Now his back is blistered,
Face is sore and red,
He will struggle sleeping
Even in his bed.
We all learnt a lesson
On the beach that day,
Sunshine is a blessing
When you want to play,
But the sun can hurt you,
If you don’t take care
Best to have protection
With you everywhere.
Australian Children’s Poetry 