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.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Flying Pigeons

fifty perched pigeons
fly off the gas station roof
making room for more

     Now that our weather is getting cooler, we are seeing more birds.  What birds are in your area?  Can you write a poems about birds today?  Have fun.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012


I like to write
at the kitchen table.
Sometimes I write
at the dining room table.
My laptop lets me write
at the coffee table
or even an end table.
When the weather is nice
I write from the picnic table
or even a patio table.
But my favorite place to write
is in among the vegetables.

     Can you tell I'm being silly again?  My father-in-law had a stroke and the area affected is his right frontal lobe at his speech center, so I'm thinking about speech in a whole new way.  I've also been super busy too.  Did the storm keep you awake taking care of your house and family?  Maybe you're ready to write a silly poem too.  Use your dictionary, a magazine, or even a newspaper.  Close your eyes and take a stab with your finger.  What word is under your finger?  Do this three times on three different pages.  Now see if you can write an absolutely nonsensical poem that links the three words.  Or what happens if you write the word backward.  I'm thinking about "word" and come up with drow.

Oh dear, I need my mind to settle.  Here I go being silly again.

A black bird
went canoeing
in his row boat.
"This feels renewing,
as long as I float."

With my paddle,
I drow, drow, drow
back and forth
too and fro.

    See how silly.  Do have fun writing your own poem.

Monday, October 29, 2012


I'm a little bit worried
about the hurricane.
The winds will blow
and it will rain.
We've got flashlights
with fresh batteries
a transistor radio
if we lose electricity.
School has been cancelled
for the next two days.
I've got books to read
and board games to play.
Dad says I shouldn't worry
as I go to bed this night
and I hope when I awake
everything will be all right.

     What is the weather like at your house?  What do you like to do when school is cancelled?  I hope you have fun writing a poem today.  Every day is a great day for writing poems.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

School for Chefs

Come meet a chef who
ogles his food.  He 
opens cans with his thumb and
knows nifty tricks for
icing cakes and 
never does he
go hungry.

       Can you read this poem in one breath?  Can you hear the marching rhythm?  I recently read African Acrostics by Avis Harley and it reminded me what a fun form acrostics can be.  I started this poem to spell "cook" because my husbands Cook's Illustrated magazine is sitting on the table, but as I wrote the poem, the four letters didn't let me tell enough of a story.  Now, I'm thinking this chef would make a great character for a picture book.  so have fun today taking words and trying to write your own acrostics--who know where the journey might take you.  Have fun.  Happy Sunday.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Night Songs

The moon is full
shadows are long
I can hear coyotes
sing a yipping song.

From a hole
in the saguaro
way up high
I hear an elf owl
with a too-weet cry.

It is getting late
I should be abed
but I am listening
to night songs instead.

     What sounds/songs do you hear?  Can you write a poem about sounds?  Have a fun weekend.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Black Bats

Black bats
fly at night.
Black bats
create fright.
Black bats
fly over 
field and town.
Black bats
coming around
your way to wish
you a happy
Halloween day.

     Happy Poetry Friday.  Today's host is Linda at   teacherdance.blogspot.com       If you go to this web site you can find lots of other exciting poems.  If you haven't seen Renee Latulippe's blog about THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY with an inter view of Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong.  You need to go here to see four of the poets from the book reading their poems.
   And if you follow David Harrison's blog here  you find out that he has agreed to do another wonderful poetry workshop next fall at the barn in Honesdale, PA for the Highlight's Educational Foundation.
   Have a great weekend.  enjoy writing your own poetry.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Your Eyes

Daddy says 
my eyes
are like melted chocolate
like ground cinnamon
like steaming pots of chili
like the soft brown of deer eyes.

He says my eyes
are deep and mysterious
like his and mama's
dark eyes.

So why do I love
your blue eyes?
Blue like clear skies
like a swimming pool
a lake, an ocean.

Deep blue like sapphires,
your eyes sparkle
they shine like dew
on Texas bluebonnets
that bloom in waves for spring.

I love your blue eyes;
they take me away
to distant places.
I wish they were mine.

      What color are your eyes?  Are they like your mom's or dad's eyes?  Think of all the wonderful things your eyes let you see.  Can you write a poem about eyes today?  Or, if you'd like, shut your eyes and then write a poem about the first thing you see when you open your eyes again.  Have fun.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012


Eating corn candy
orange and yellow leaves fall
sweetness of autumn

  I'm still doing haiku.  I'm not sure if I should switch the first and third lines on this one, what do you think? Does this one work?   Now it's your turn, today can you write a poem about the candy you're hoping to get for Halloween?  Have fun writing. 

Tuesday, October 23, 2012


carving a pumpkin
scooping out the seeds inside
a happy face glows

  Did you ask yourself if the glowing face was the jack-o-lantern or the carver?
Did you have fun carving a pumpkin for Halloween?  Can you write your own poem about carving a pumpkin? 

Yesterday, at No River Water , Renee LaTulippe interviewed the editors of THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY, Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong and is having a poet-a-palooza with videos of four poets from the anthology reading their poems.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Halloween Haiku

October's full moon
scarey Halloween shadows 
shake on pumpkin vines

     Can you try writing your own haiku today?  Have fun.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Five Bats Go Flying

Five bats flying
one Halloween night
they zipped and zoomed
they flew to the moon
as they took flight.

"I think I see something,"
said the first bat.
"Oh yes," said the four,
"on a broom, that's the cat."

"I see something."
said the second bat.
"Down in that ditch."
"Oh yes," said the four,
"that is a witch."

"Eeeeee," said the third bat.
"Look at what I see."
"Oh yes," said the four.
"A skeleton hangs in that tree."

"Eeeeek!" said the fourth bat.
"Is that a phantom?"
"No," said the four.
"It's a jack-o-lantern."

"Come," said the fifth bat.
"I know what we should do,
we'll fly in front of the moon
and sing

"Yes,"said the four bats,
"that's what we should do,
we'll fly to the moon singing

     Sorry, I'm late today.  I've been having too much fun playing with this poem and the art work to go with it.  What I really want to do and will do soon is re-cast this poem as a poem for five voices--or as a mini-play/poem with one voice for each of the bats, a narrator and the chorus for the group of bats.
    Anyway, now it is your turn.  Can you write a poem about a bat today?  This is a good poem to try in rhyme since the "at" family of rhyming words is pretty big with lots of possibilities.  What ever you do, have fun today.  I'm so glad you stopped by. Thank you for coming to my poetry playground.

Saturday, October 20, 2012


Look carefully at this poem and see if you can figure out the form. 

If you go out on Halloween night
be prepared for a scary fright
if the moon is shining bright
and bats fly out of sight
beware of ghouls
who hold you tight
and witches
who shout

     Did you figure it out?  Here is a hint--count lines, count syllables.
This is a nonce form based on the number 9.  There are 9 lines in this poem and nine syllables in the first line and one less syllable in each consecutive line, ending with a one syllable line.  Would you like to try writing a poem in this form?  Have fun.

Friday, October 19, 2012


Five little pumpkins
sat in a row
on a pumpkin vine
they grow and grow.

The first little pumpkin
grew so small.
The second little pumpkin
grew very tall.
The third little pumpkin
grew squat and flat.
The fourth little pumpkin
grew round and fat.
The fifth little pumpkin
grew and grew.
It grew so BIG
we didn't know
what to do.
We used a tractor
to move the thing.
Started carving and
didn't finish until spring. 

     This is a counting poem for Halloween.  I bet you know another Halloween counting poem, or you can write one of your own.  There are bats and toads, cats, owls and witches you could count, up or down. Don't forget candy, apples, monsters, ghosts, warts or scars for other possibilities.  Have fun writing your poem.  Please share your creation with me.

Thursday, October 18, 2012


I saw a phainopepla today.
He sang a song then flew away.
I'm glad this bird sang to me.
He sings his song so cheerily.

     Now that the weather is cooling a little, some of the migratory birds are returning and I had to write another poem about the phainopepla, or I'd forget the bird's name.  If you'd like to hear what this bird sounds like click here.  This bird really looks like a black cardinal to me, which makes me think about wearing black and being a pirate.  can you write a poem today about a bird.  My friend children's story teller Willa Brigham says that birds sing because they can fly.  Since she went skydiving, she thinks we all would sing if we could fly like the birds. 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012


When you carve
your jack-o-lantern
make a face
full of fright.

Do not set it
on the porch steps
and then leave
it over-night.

The javelinas
run by rooting
and they might
take out a bite.

Among themselves
they start fighting.
No more pumpkin
it's gone from sight.
Good bye, Jack-o-lantern.

       Where I live we can't leave pumpkins outside because the javelinas love to eat them.  I guess it must taste like candy to them.  Are there critters in your part of the world that would eat your jack-o-lantern?  OK, so your challenge for today is to write a poem titled, Who Has Been Eating my Pumpkin?  There are lots of possibilities--bugs, worms, birds, even Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater.  (Could the apple in the Garden of Eden have been a pumpkin?)  Have fun deciding whose voice you'll use for this poem.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012


I'm out in the pumpkin patch
and everything is fine.
I'm looking for a pumpkin,
one to carve as mine.

I'm looking for a ripe one
to sit flat on the ground,
one that is bright and orange
that thumps with hallow sound.

I thought I found a perfect one
to carve up for this gig.
The one I picked I can not lift
because it is too big.

      Do you carve a Halloween pumpkin?  What do you look for in selecting your pumpkin?  Do you go to a pumpkin patch to get your pumpkin or do you get it from the store?  Can you write a poem about finding your special pumpkin?  Or write about one special pumpkin.

Monday, October 15, 2012


thump, thump, thump.

Listen, carefully
     to the sound
          of humming--
thrum, thrum, thrum.

The face on my jack-o-lantern
is a scarey sight,
as he sits on the porch step humming
all of this Halloween night.

He chortles;
     he giggles;
          he gives us a fright!
He seems to love

      Do you carve a pumpkin for Halloween?  Your challenge for today is to write a poem about picking out your pumpkin or choosing the face to carve on a pumpkin.  Or, if you'd like, write about what happens when the pumpkins get together.  Hope you have some hoooooowwwwwwling fun with this challenge.

Sunday, October 14, 2012


A young panda
eats bamboo leaves
to get the moisture
that it needs.

A young koala
likes eating
sweet gum leaves
as it climbs
among the trees.

A young joey
in his mother's pouch
drinks her milk
and doesn't come out.

Me, I'm a kid
as you can see
and I like eating
lots and lots
of pizza,

       What is your favorite food?  Can you write a poem about the foods you like to eat?

Saturday, October 13, 2012

My Pedal Car

In my red pedal car
I pedal near
I pedal far.

I'm leaving now
I'll be back soon
I'm pedaling off
to the moon.

I'm going now.
There's lots to see.
Will you wait 
here for me?

     For many youngsters a pedal car is their first form of transportation and freedom.  If you could travel in your own vehicle, what would it be?  I have a friend who is in New Mexico this weekend for a hot air balloon festival.  She wants to travel in a hot air balloon.  I have another friend who has his pilot's license and loves flying vintage airplanes.  My friends Dana and Susan have a boat they sailed from Finland to Thailand.  Your challenge for toady is to write a poem about a form of transportation.  Tell about your vehicle.  You can make something up.  Perhaps you like traveling in a tin can or on a vacuum cleaner.  Tell me where you'll travel.  Or maybe you want to time travel.  Have fun writing your poem and please, share your creations with me.

Friday, October 12, 2012


"Come," said Mother
"Give me a hand.
A costume for Halloween,
we've got to plan."

Tell me what 
you'd like to be
we'll make the costume,
just wait and see.

A ballerina, a monster,
a cowboy, a bum,
a princess, a scientist
a teacher, a nun.

A nurse or a doctor
a lawyer, or farmer.
a rockstar, a model
a plumber, or drummer.

There are so many things 
to be for Halloween,
but now is the time
to start to scheme.

     Have you thought about what you'd like to be for this Halloween?  Your challenge for today is to write a poem about what you want to be this Halloween.  Oh what fun this one should be.  

Thursday, October 11, 2012


Wiliford Mouse

liked to spend hours

sitting in the garden

smelling the flowers.

This little mouse

was quite a hoot

sniffing the pollen

with his yellow snoot.

He'd taste the petals,

lap up the dew

but when the cat

came stalking through

Wiliford tried hiding

under the pansies

but he couldn't help it

young Wiliford sneezed.


    Hey, Happy Thursday.  I want to thank you for stopping by and reading my poem.  I've used a slip rhyme, or assonance rhyme in the last stanza.  If you can think of a flower that rhymes perfectly with sneezed, please let me know.  That last stanza still needs work, but I'll get to it.
    Do you like mice?  Click here to read MICE by Rose Flyman.
    Here is your challenge for today, can you write a poem that uses Ah-choo? 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012


I wear a cape
where ever I go
and pretend that I'm
a super hero.

I run and I fly
and I do good deeds
I have everything
a super hero needs.

I have a compass
a clothes pin and string
a magnifying glass
and a decoding ring.

So if you want
to come play with me
put on your cape
and we'll climb a tree.

      I have a young friend who is at that stage where he always wants to wear a cape.  He likes to jump on the bed, and  the couch to pretend he is flying.  I remember when I wore a cape and pretended to be Superman.  I saved the box tops from the cereal and sent them in with my 25 cents for a red Superman belt.  Everyday I checked the mail waiting for the belt to arrive.  Did you ever wear a cape?

     Your challenge for today is to write a poem about a character you've imagined yourself to be.   I'm thinking this might be time for an acrostic.  Do have fun.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Kicking Leaves

Walking to school
kicking the leaves
my feet make
a swishing breeze.

Look at the colors
so many hues
red, yellow, greens
orange, purple, blues.

The leaves swirl
in my breeze
making a rainbow
beneath my knees.

     Can you write your own poem about the leaves?  Have fun.  You might also want to read Donald Hall's famous poem Kicking the Leaves.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Happy Columbus Day

Christopher Columbus
had a young son, Diego.
His mother died
and the young boy
was educated by priests.

It took many years
for Columbus
to gain backing
to start his journey.
During that time,
he supported himself
and his son
by drawing maps.

Finally, when the three ships,
The Pinta, the Santa Maria
and the Nina set sail
the boy embarked
on a great adventure
with his father
and his Uncle Bartolomew.

A storm blew up
and the Nina young Diego
was on, went down at sea,
but he and his crew were rescued
and taken on board his father's ship.

Imagine how exciting
it must have been
to finally see land
after the terrible storm.

Can you write your own poem about discovery today?

Sunday, October 7, 2012


the sand
by grain
to drop

the end
sand begins
to spin
racing out
the narrow bend
of the hourglass

      I've always been fascinated by hourglasses and three minute timers.  Far more fascinated than shaking an watching snow globes.  Happy Sunday.  Someone once made the comment that the difference between prose and poetry, is that the poet gets to control the length of the line.  Wish I knew who said it, I'd give him credit.  But it is all about choices and the poet gets to make lots of them.  In this poem I made the choice not to use punctuation.  It wasn't laziness, but the poet's choice to emphasize the meaning of each word I have carefully selected to go with this subject matter.  But, even as I have gotten this far with the poem, I'm wondering if I could convey even more meaning with the metaphor, if I tried to make this into a concrete poem.

the gritty sand
drops slowly
grain by
to drop
the end
the sand 
begins to spin
racing out the
narrow glass bend
of the hourglass again

    What do you think?  There is more tweaking to do, so I'm having fun.  There is so much work to do.
     I know, your challenge for today is to think of a tool you use and compare it to an animal to make your own metaphor.  Can you write a poem today with a simile or metaphor in it? 

Saturday, October 6, 2012


JUMP roping
     is fun.

I lift up
     my feet
           while counting
two, three,

Caught my foot.
    Now my turn

        Now it's
             Your turn
                  To be
                       the one
and I'll
     turn the rope
          for your
   rope FUN.

      Happy Saturday.  It is time for a break and I'm thinking about the fun things to during recess.  What do you like to do?  Play jump rope, marbles, jacks?  Dodge ball?  Soccer? Throw bean bags?  Today's challenge is to write a poem about anything you would like to do during recess.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Licorice Stick

She shapes the reed
keeps it slick
slips the mouth piece
between her sweet lips.

Each trilled note
splits the air.
Can you hear it
lingering there?

Her music makes
her feel alive
as she plays jazz
bebop and jive.

       I'm back to music again today.  I've had some fun researching the clarinet even though none of the information has ended up in this poem.  Go figure.  Sometimes you just don't need to dump everything into a poem.  To enjoy the music you don't need to know how the instrument is constructed, or famous clarinet players.  I did find out that there are lots of clarinet jokes posted on the web.  The clarinet is the band instrument that most often gets joked about.
      What is your favorite kind of music or song?  Can you write a poem about music today? Have fun.  May you have lots of music in your weekend.

Laura Salas is hosting Poetry Friday today.

Thursday, October 4, 2012


I met a very clever, verbal two year old yesterday named Wyatt.  He was wearing green rubber clogs.  This poem is for him.

In my green froggy clogs
I can jump, jump, jump.
Over old, dead tree logs
and traffic safety bumps.

    OK now it is your turn.  Today is Thursday, and I'm thirsty.  Can you write a poem about things you like to drink?  Have fun.  (Perhaps a simple couplet.)  You are welcome to leave your poem in the comments below.  Thank you. 
  Thanks for coming by for a visit.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012


I told my parents
I wanted to learn
to play the double bass.

That big sexy instrument
with thumpy strings,
almost six feet tall
from scroll to end pin.

I love watching
bassists play jazz
plucking strings
and slapping their baby.

I found out the bassist
calls his string bass
a doghouse bass or
bull fiddle.

I figured if I played
such a big instrument
when I was 16
I'd need a car
to carry my bass.

I love the low tones
the loud rumble
the deep throaty voice
of the double bass.

My parents said
I'd have to wait
at three feet even
I'm too small
I can't reach the tuning pegs.

      Today I had fun reading SWEETHEARTS OF RHYTHM: THE STORY OF THE GREATEST ALL-GIRL SWING BAND IN THE WORLD, which is a picturebook collection of poems by Marilyn Nelson, illustrations by Jerry Pinkney.  The poems are from the voice of each instrument in the swing band.  The book is beautifully illustrated with water color collages.  If you're not familiar with the book published by DIAL in 2009 you will enjoy looking at the formatting of this poetry collection.


Tuesday, October 2, 2012


88 keys            52 white          36 black
ivory white      ebony black
felted hammer         strikes      steel strings
piano wire       vibrations        resonate frequency
bridge              sounding board
acoustic energy           middle C
pedals               soft, sostenuto, sustain
quite piano        loud forte
J. S. Bach        Haydn              Beethoven
Jerry Lee Lewis           Little Richard
Elton John                   Billie Joel
tickle ivories               piano

      I'm still playing with musical instruments.  I'm wondering if I've gotten too technical this time and think perhaps this one would be more interesting with a metaphor or some onomatopoeia.   What do you think?  Do you take music lessons?  What is your favorite kind of music?  Do you like to sing?  for today's challenge try writing a music poem.  Do have fun.

Monday, October 1, 2012


mouth piece

     I'm still playing with band instruments.  How about you?  Do you have a poem you'd like to write about music?  Have fun.  Happy Monday.  Happy first day of October.