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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.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

TALK TO ME HENRY







Henry, the rooster
sure likes to crow.
He's the sound
of this island
I'm learning to know.

He crows in the morning
i n - c e s s - a n t - l y!
He crows at noon,
at one, two and three.

He crows at night
when I go to bed.
I can't get his crowing
out of my head.

He's forever crowing.
I don't know why.
But, Henry, the rooster,
is part of Kauai.

   Often, when I'm on the telephone with a friend, she'll say,
"I hear Henry."
   Roosters crow a lot on Kauai and since I live up-country near farmland, we have lots of free range chickens roaming round.  I think it is fun to have my phone conversations punctuated with rooster crows.  So much so that I have named the rooster, who crows under my bedroom window early in the morning before the sun is up, Henry. Henry is one noisy guy.
  When I'm on the telephone with my son from Seattle, I can hear the sounds of automobiles.  He lives in on busy street.  With my son in Chapel Hill, NC, I hear ambulance sirens. He works at a hospital.
   What sounds would someone hear if they were talking to you on the phone?  Can you try writing a poem about sounds on your phone?  Have fun listening and writing.

My favorite nest is in your arms.  Your loving hugs have many charms.

Monday, November 28, 2016

ONE



Lone myna
perched on the power line
turning his feet
west to look over
the cows and egrets
in the dewy field,
turns east to watch
gray clouds hang 
on the mountains.

The wind chime
ting-ting-bangs
and the myna
beats his white tipped wings
to fly north.
Shortly, he returns
to perch again.

Our lives are like the myna,
we watch the good and evil,
try not to judge.
We fly in a different direction
only to return home--
all our patterns
keep repeating.

    What do you dream for yourself and the world?  Can you write your own poem today about one of your dreams?  Have fun writing.


I am reminded, big dreams often start as little ones.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

GOBBLE, GOBBLE

Gobble, Gobble, screams Mr. Turkey
as he tries to run away.
I don't want to be on your table
on this Happy Thanksgiving Day.

Here's wishing you the best meal ever.  Let's give thanks for all our blessings.  You, I count among my blessings.  Thank you for all your patience and kindness.  

Monday, November 21, 2016

DREY

I learned a new 
word today.
A squirrel's nest
is called a drey.


Snug his drey
perched in a tree
is where Mr. Squirrel
wants to be.

   
     I love learning new words, especially if the word is short, simple and one I think I should have learned years ago.  Do you know the word drey?  For a fun challenge today, can you use a dictionary to find a word you don't know.  Then use that word in a poem.  Have fun hunting for your special word.

Let me show gratitude for gifts from the Universe.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Rainbow

There was a rainbow
above my school today.
I saw it when
I went out to play.
It was shining
as if to say,
I hope you have
a glorious day.


Lift your heart, see the rainbows.

Monday, November 14, 2016

I KNOW


" I know,"
said the frog
as he sat on his pad,
"there must
be a reason
for feeling so sad."


"Oh dear,"

said a fly
as he buzzed by,
"there sits a frog
about to cry."


"Please,"

 said the fly,
"Don't feel so sad."
"Zap," went the frog
and now he's glad.





  Did you hear the joke about the Mother Frog who told her little tadpole not to play with his food? Can you try writing an acrostic poem on the word FROG today?  Have fun.

   Today I will try to be my best self.


Sunday, November 13, 2016

senryu

standing in the street
a stunning woman watches 
contemplates traffic

     A senryu is a special kind of haiku.  Instead of dealing with nature and natural subjects, the senryu deals with human conditions and human subjects.  It still is written in the traditional 5-7-5 syllable, three line verse, or 17 syllables all together. Like haiku, the senryu is written in present tense.
    I had fun with word play in writing this poem.

Can you try writing a senryu today?  I give you permission to people watch in order to write your poem, just try to be polite and discrete.

How can one be sad on a sunny day?  I'm grateful for sunshine.