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This is my playground for poetry written for children with ideas and inspiration for writing your own poems. Come on in. Sit for a spell, have a cup of words to swirl around and make your own cup of poetry. I'm so glad you are here. I hope you'll find the Kingdom of Poetry a fun place to be.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Mr. T. Speaks

This is a poem for two voices.

"Gobble! Gobble!"
Said Mr. Turkey.
                              "I'm running to get away."
"Gobble! Gobble!"
Said Mr. Turkey.
                              "It's almost Thanksgiving Day."



     If you could talk to Mr. Turkey what do you think he'd say?  What would he do?  Where would he go?
(I have it on good authority a lot of turkeys go to Florida for the holiday.)  Can you write the next verse, about what Mr. Turkey would say?
     Oh, I can see this developing as a counting picture book.
      On the first of November
Mr. Turkey said,
       "I think I will dye
        all my feathers red,
        then folks will think
         I'm a boa instead."

    Have fun writing your own poem today.

Becky Shillington is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup today.  You can find links to lots more children's poetry on her blog Tapestry of Words at http://www.beckyshillington.blogspot.com
Thanks for hosting us today, Becky.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Linked Haiku

Golden brown turkey
on Grandma's shining china--
family gives thanks

Grandpa is missing
his spirit is with us all
giving his blessing


     Have you ever tried writing linked haiku?  You can write a verse and another and put them together to tell a story, or you can write with friends.  You write a verse and then a friend can write a haiku to go with your verse.  Have fun trying to write linked haiku today.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

haiku

Red cranberry sauce
sweet and tart--a bitter taste
another year gone

   What kind of cranberry sauce will you have this year?  Will it be the same as last year or different?  What other foods will be on your Thanksgiving table?

Monday, November 17, 2014

Thanksgiving Cinquain

Turkey
for Thanksgiving
roasted a golden brown,
family and friends gather to
give thanks.


   I had trouble with the eight syllable line.  I kept counting family as two syllables on one count then three in the next.  I finally had to look up the proper pronunciation of family.  Simple, right?  But, it just goes to show you, it never hurts to double check on syllabic forms.  The cinquain has two syllables in the first line, four, six, eight, and two syllables in the next lines, making a five line poem.  Can you try writing your own cinquain today?  Have fun writing.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

LITTLE RED WAGON

A turkey with
his foot a dragging
is pushing along
his little red wagon.

He is riding fast
it is clear
he's trying to get
out of here.


    Thanks to my sister Clo Ann Smith who suggested I write about a turkey and a little red wagon today.  This one is for you, Sis.  I'd ask where you get your ideas from, but I know it is our weird family.  Now can you draw a picture to go with the poem?
   When my boys were young we had a little red wagon we took with us every where.  It worked better than a stroller.  I can remember when my son was five, I would pick him up from school and he would ride the wagon home from school.  One day I was showing him how to careen down the hill in the wagon and I tipped the wagon over.  He wasn't hurt because my body was wrapped around him, but I got some great scrapes on my leg, thigh and bum.  I felt rather foolish explaining to friends how I had hurt myself, but I was proud of my battle scars.  My poor kids had a terror for a mother.
     If you had a little red scooter, who would ride it?  Where would it go?  What would you see?  Can you write a poem about this today?  Have fun.  Enjoy.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Ars Poetica

Many doors,
many handles
How would you like
to enter this poem?
Shall you tiptoe
into the darkness
or skip flittingly
into streaming sunshine?
Which bird would you like
to be?
To lift yourself 
over the wooden sill
out through the window
into the world?

   I haven't been feeling terribly creative lately.  So, I've been mining my journals for things I've written and haven't done anything with in the past. This poem is something I wrote in 2006 in response to a lecture given by Jim Clark on the ghazal.  I also have a note, "I am so very excited.  I got to hear a young girl read one of my poems to her mother and giggle.  It was wonderful to hear her laughter....One should celebrate laughter and this is a wonderful first."
   Your poetry prompt for today is to write a poem about a "first" for you.  Enjoy your writing.
   Thank you for reading my poems.