A girl named Amelia Hicks,
Went to Discount Day at the flicks.
She sat right through Jaws,
Halloween and Star Wars
For a cost of Sixteen Sixty-six.
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Tag Archives: writing
Limerick Day by James Aitchison
Leave a commentMay the twelfth is Limerick Day,
So I thought I’d better just say,
Limericks are fun,
Have a go at one,
Grab your pen without delay!
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A Book Of Your Own by James Aitchison
Leave a commentLet’s sit down and write a book,
The first line matters — it’s called the “hook”.
Then off we go with Chapter One,
The words are flowing, isn’t it fun?
The story’s building, what a great plot,
With twists and turns, it’s got the lot.
There are so many stories to tell your friends,
With exciting beginnings and happy ends!
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A Trick of the Dark by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentCreating a poem,
a story or art
is like making magic
alone in the dark.
Stirring-up spells
from our heart and mind
that fuse into charms
we’ve yearned to find.
Before we can conjure
these wizardly wares
we first need to practice
with pace and care
to sharpen our craft
for every line.
Then out of the dark,
enchantment will shine.
In response to Resolutions, Hopes and Creativity prompt
August is POETRY MONTH and SCIENCE WEEK!
2 CommentsSo much poetry happening this month! Put your pens to paper or fingers to keyboards and get those wonderful words in to us. Funny, lyrical, scientific, out of this world, romantic, serious or silly, we look forward to receiving your poems.
Send them to ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com
Poem of the Day
6 CommentsOde Rage
I push my pen around the page,
it pushes back and sneers.
When I incur a paper cut –
I cry, the paper jeers.
A face appears upon the page –
a horrid, mocking troll.
Now my chair collapses
and I’m truly on a roll.
My pen falls down beside me.
I’m sure I hear it speak.
It mutters, ‘Feelin’ lucky, punk?’
I answer, ‘Feelin’ weak’.
Dead lines are sneaking up on me,
like zombies, clawed extended.
My brain is full of jellybeans –
the jar has been upended.
My Muse is out to get me
and I’m filled with angst and fear.
I send regards from Writer’s Hell,
be thankful you’re not here.
Bill Condon
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #5
Australian Children’s Poetry 