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Friday, September 6, 2013

ANOTHER GHOST POEM

Little Monster
shivered in bed,
he pulled his covers
over his head.

 Moans and whispers
gave him a fright,
he thought he heard
a ghost in the night.

 His mother asked him,
"What's the big deal?
Ghosts who eat monsters
surely aren't real."


     I thought I was done with ghost poems for a while, then I saw a picture of a kid huddled in bed afraid of the monster hiding under his bed.  I had to write the poem of the monster and the ghost.  I can see a picture book developing from this idea but first I want to finish a story about Guilda a Quail.  Things are picking up.  I hope you are keeping busy.  Can you write another ghost poem today?  If a monster and a ghost were going out together, where would they go?  What would they do?  Oh my goodness, what would happen if a monster, a ghost and an alien were all friends?  (This could start a whole new line of jokes.)  Have fun writing your poem.

Laura over at http://authoramok.blogspot.com/ is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup.  For more great poems head on over to the party.  Thanks Laura for hosting us all.
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13 comments:

  1. Robyn Hood BlackSeptember 6, 2013 at 2:34 PM

    I love the idea of a monster being afraid of a ghost! Thanks for sharing. Boo!

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    1. JoySeptember 7, 2013 at 3:33 PM

      Thanks Robyn. So have you figured out a punch line for the ghost, alien and monster who walk into a bar? What did the bartender say?

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  2. Author AmokSeptember 6, 2013 at 3:32 PM

    Same here, Joy. It's an adorable poem. I can picture that frightened little monster.

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    1. JoySeptember 7, 2013 at 3:35 PM

      My mother once gave my son a spray bottle of monster killer to keep the monsters away while he was sleeping. This son is receiving a Ph.D. soon.

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  3. Violet N.September 6, 2013 at 3:45 PM

    You have such a wonderful sensitivity to kids, Joy! I think you have the right job:) Lovely poem.

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    1. JoySeptember 7, 2013 at 3:36 PM

      Yes, I think I have the very best job. I just wish it paid more.
      Thank you for the compliment. It means a lot to me.

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  4. GatheringBooksSeptember 6, 2013 at 7:15 PM

    It's the time for the Autumn People as Bradbury called them. I enjoyed reading your poem aloud, Joy! :)

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    1. JoySeptember 7, 2013 at 3:37 PM

      Myra,
      Thank you for reading my poem aloud. It is the best way to enjoy poetry, and thank you for the reminder.

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  5. Mary LeeSeptember 7, 2013 at 5:17 AM

    Ha!

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    1. JoySeptember 7, 2013 at 3:39 PM

      Mary Lee, is that like a snicker--a half laugh. I'll have to try even harder.

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  6. Linda A.September 7, 2013 at 10:02 AM

    Joy,
    I look forward to reading this one when it transforms to a picture book. It's cute as can be. I wish you all the best!

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  7. Michelle Heidenrich BarnesSeptember 11, 2013 at 5:59 PM

    Surely you can't be done with ghost poems yet, Joy-- not with Friday the 13th this week and Halloween right around the corner? This one's really sweet. Just right for the young ones.

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