MY
Being.
Blossoming Blooming
Balanced Bedazzling Ball-of-Fire
Being Befriended, Beloved By
ME
Robyn said: Nearly a Diamante! Every child is a diamond. Some need love to polish those prisms so they can shine. Poetry in kids’ prisons would help! What a marvelous thing for kids to do – create positive poems about themselves using this pattern!
For weeks now the wind has been keening,
cascading its tears into creeks
sobbing small streams into torrents,
the torrents now springing small leaks.
Around us the rivers are rising,
wet-fisted they break sodden banks,
huddling the sheep in their paddocks,
drowning the grass round their shanks.
Floodwaters bury the highway
choking the freight and the fields
and pelicans thunder the sky-way,
casting their rods and their reels.
Alys said: I wrote this poem after visiting NSW recently and hearing about the devastating floods that cut off the Newell Highway. The farmer I spoke to told me that hundreds of pelicans appeared from nowhere to feed on the fish in the floodwaters.
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
Australian Children’s Poetry 