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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.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Rain

It rained again this morning
and now it has stopped.
But the rain keeps coming
with its drop, drip, drop.

Tiny pearls of moisture
creep the palm fronds vein
gathers at  the tip
then drops the jewel again. 


     I got home from my trip to Australia yesterday and have been trying to catch up since then.  I've just about got my laundry done.  The suitcases are empty.  Tomorrow I'll put them away in the garage. 

     What are you happy about today?  Can you write about what makes you happy today?

Today I'll be happier than a beach ball bouncing in the sand.

Friday, July 29, 2016

SUMMER


   I am participating in the summer poetry swap organized again this summer by Tabatha Yeatts.  Over the summer I am sending five original poems to fellow children's poets and I'm receiving poems from five too.

  The first poem I received was from Donna Smith.  She lives in Maine, close to the Eastern most lighthouse in the United States.  I live on the same island as the Western most lighthouse in the United States.  Our Kilauea Lighthouse was closed while repairs were made and only recently re-opened.  Donna wrote this poem.  (Thank you Donna for permission to share your poem here.)



As the lighthouse
Sends its beam
Across the waters
In the night
And through the fog
Reaching and
Forever changing
The lives
Of those it touches
At just the right time
So is the writer's pen. 

by Donna Smith, 2016

 The really fun thing about Donna's poem, is she had it printed on a canvas bag.


This is really handy because it holds my journal, pens, colored pencils and sketch book.  I take this with me when I take my walks and go adventuring.

I had my Joy-Write bag with me today when I took this picture.

Joy Acey, summer 2016



lazy summer day
with nothing to do
but swing on the gate

Can you try writing your own modern haiku today?  What did you do today?  Have fun writing.

I met Alli and Steve on my walk today.  They were riding on their razor scooters to go see Niki the horse that lives down the road.  Alli and Steve are fourth graders.  Our Kauai kids start school on Aug.  1.  So they only have three days of freedom left before they go back to school.  When do the children in your area go back to school?

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Today is Poetry Friday and you'll find the roundup over at Reflections on the Teche.  Thank you, Margaret Simon for hosting us this week.

You're the one to make your dreams come true.  You can do it. 

Friday, July 22, 2016

Fairy Dreams

A fairy comes to visit
me in my dream
together we eat
berries with cream.

We sail upon
a vanilla lake,
our raft is made
of chocolate cake.

Together we have
so much fun at play
as we sing and dance
the night away.

What do you dream about at night?  Can you write your own poem about one of your dreams?  Have fun writing.



Today is Poetry Friday.  You can find more poetry at Books 4 Learning.  Enjoy the round up.

May all your dreams be big and happy.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

SUMMERTIME

Summer is
pick-a-daisy time,
a crazy time, 
a lazy time.

Summer is
a what should we do time,
go-without-shoes time,
a paint the sky blue time.

Summer is
a let's go far time,
ride in the car time,
a look at the stars time.

Summer is
can we play time,
sing on our way time,
sail on the bay time.

Summer is 
a watch re-run time,
enjoy the sun time,
let's have fun time.

  What is summer time for you?  Can you try writing your own poem about what you do during the summer?  Do you go camping?  Do you eat watermelon,? Have cookouts?  Go swimming?  Read in a hammock?
Enjoy your summer and your writing. 

Writing poetry is like a covered dish.

Friday, July 8, 2016

STOMP



Stomp, stomp.
Stomp, stomp.
I'm doing an elephant stomp.

Stomp, stomp.
Stomp, stomp.
Through the jungle I clomp.

Stomp, stomp.
Stomp, stomp.
On big feet I stand.

Stomp, stomp.
Stomp, stomp.
Leaving footprints in the sand.

Stomp, stomp.
Stomp, stomp.


 This is another of the exercise poems.  Can you walk like an elephant with big heavy feet?  Have you ever watched how different animals move?  Yesterday I was watching a myna bird as it hopped along the ground.  Then I saw a chicken scratching in the dirt.  Can you try writing your own exercise poem today?  Pick an animal or an object and tell us how it moves.  Do you remember other action poems like, I'm a Little Teapot, or My Grandfather's Clock?  What other action rhymes can you add to my list?  Have fun writing you poem, and if you'd like, you can share your creation in the comments below.



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   Today is Poetry Friday and Katie at Logonauts 
is hosting us this week.  Go here for more poetry.  Thanks Katie, for gathering us all together this week. 
   You'll even find the poem BIRDS I wrote for Mary Lee Hahn as part of our Summer Poetry Swap. What fun. 

I hope you have a great week with poetry.  Happy Poetry Friday.

This is your world, create the one you'd like to live.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

SHAKE

Joy Acey 2016


Shake, shake, shake
my wet dog
in the rain
while we jog.

Shake, shake, shake
there he goes
shaking
once again
from the top 
of his head
to the tips
of his toes.
Shake, shake, shake!

Joy Acey 2016

   It is time for some exercise.  Can you shake like a dog?  Have you ever tried to give a dog a bath?  Did your dog shake?  Can you write your own poem today about giving a bath to your dog, cat or even your doll or yourself?  Have fun writing.

  The life you live is the one YOU chose.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

LISTEN

Listen
pitter-patter
falling rain.

Listen

pitter-patter
giggles
from fairies.

Listen

pitter-patter 
footsteps
getting shoes wet
in dewy grass
as fairies dance
in the rain.


     We have been having more rain at night and first thing in the morning.  I look out my window and I see fog covering the mountain and I become fanciful.  What sorts of things make you fanciful?  Can you try writing a poem about a fanciful thing today?  Have fun writing.