Category Archives: Poem of the Day
A Clogyrnach by James Aitchison
Leave a commentA CLOGYRNACH GOES TO THE DENTIST
I went to the dentist last week;
he opened my mouth for a peek.
When he saw inside,
his eyes goggled wide.
What he spied
made him shriek.
The news he gave me was chilling,
“All of your front teeth need filling;
they’re full of decay,
I’ll fix them today!”
I said, “Yay! —
start drilling!”
He was deftly wielding his drill
when he sneezed as though he were ill!
He bored through my gum —
drilled into my bum —
“Sorry, chum,
here’s my bill.”
My time in his chair had been brief,
full of torture, terror and grief!
Let my teeth all fall —
no dentist I’d call!
After all —
who needs teeth?
–
James Aitchison
A CLOGYRNACH is a six-line Welsh poem with a rhyme scheme of aabbba.
- Lines 1 and 2 have eight syllables with an a rhyme;
- lines 3 and 4 have five syllables with a b rhyme;
- line 5 has three syllables with a b rhyme;
- line 6 has three syllables with an a rhyme.
Don’t Let the Chickens Do Your Homework by Kylie Covark
Leave a commentRosie Fields and Ruby Brooks
were capable and clever chooks.
When the friendly household boys
took them shiny chicken toys,
the ladies clucked, “We’d rather books!”
Those boys called Simon, Steve, and Stan,
came up with a crafty plan:
“The weather is so fresh and cool,
the chooks could do our work from school.
We’ll jump in puddles while we can.”
They brought their books out to the hens
and gave them paper pads and pens.
They jumped in boots of brightest red
while chickens did their maths instead…
But chooks don’t know their twos from tens.
They put their teacher in a spin
when they turned those answers in.
“Scritch scratch squawk
and bok bwok bwuawk.”
She tossed it all straight in the bin.
Don’t Let the Chickens do Your Homework by Kylie Covark
Happy Autumn Mother’s Day by Louise McCarthy
Leave a commentAutumn Fun.
It is now autumn.
We may not choose to keep summer a little longer,
Nor stop winter from bringing its chill.
So now as our land turns away from the sun,
We suddenly remember that autumn is fun!
Hurry and harvest.
Preserve all your crops.
Natter and Knit more jumpers and socks.
Crochet a poncho, a knee rug or two.
Don’t forget firewood and clean out the flue.
Gather together, come one and all.
We’ll do all this work while the autumn leaves fall.
And then in the winter our rest – we’ll have earned.
Glad that the autumn is each year returned.
By Louise McCarthy
Beckoning Autumn by June Perkins
Leave a commentBeckoning Autumn
Come burnt orange
golden yellow and burnished red
leaves.
Bring us
relief from heat waves
and air conditioners.
Remember my light red jumper
and favourite boots
They’re out once more.
Loosen your leaves
to reveal sculptural trees
on the hillsides.
Let the fading days of summer
whisper listening to autumn jazz
with a Milo.
–
June Perkins
This is an Invitation Poem. Based on Barbara Esbensen’s book “A Celebration of Bees: Helping Children Write Poetry“, you write a poem like this when you want something to happen, like a season, event or a birthday party.
Autumn Leaves by Alix Phelan
Leave a commentAutumn Leaves
Ruby red and scarlet
leaves fly, scatter, crunch
Cold air whirls, lifts –
orange flurries skip and flutter.
Rapt by the dance
swayed by its flow,
I embrace this autumn show
knowing that soon
winter will come.
Autumn by James Aitchison
Leave a commentAutumn
The heat of summer bleeds
from the trees.
Golden sunrises.
Orange afternoons.
Fiery sunsets.
Summer writes itself
on the trees,
Then tumbles onto the grass,
Tossed by the wind,
Claimed by the long, long winter.
James Aitchison
Hoisted by Jenny Erlanger
Leave a commentA wonderful contraption,
it’s the very best of toys,
a funfair installation
but without the added noise.
I grab the bar above me
and I launch straight off the chair.
I sway my legs a little
till I’m whizzing through the air,
I’m gripping really tightly
as I whirl above the ground.
I swing in giant circles,
spinning round and round and round.
I’d love to play for longer
but it’s time to end the fun.
My carousel is needed
now the load of washing’s done.
Baggy Pants by Celia Berrell
Leave a comment(an environmental baddy)
Flapping in a sunny breeze
while snagged upon some road-side trees
those plastic carry-bags can trick us
looking like some witches knickers.
Light and strong they fly away
like parachutes on windy days
to reach the sea and float as if
they’re some weird kind of jellyfish.
They’re made from poly-ethylene.
Environmentally NOT green!
Their hydrogen and carbon chains
aren’t broken down by sun or rains.
Thin and tough they bend and flop.
Ideal for using when we shop.
But eco-systems do not share
our love for witches underwear!