#Children&039;s Poem

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Wednesday Wacky Verse #1: Herring Gull

* * * "I'm hungry!" said the herring gull"Be gone!" came a reply,"The council says my food's not yoursSo don't you even try!""I'm hungry," said the herring gull,Again, once more, with feeling,"I'm forced to beg and snatch and grab,YOU stole MY food with trawling." * ************************* Violet’s Vegan Comics – creating funny, exciting and always entertaining vegan stories and poems…

[morganbc728]

Straight to Work- #Christmas #Poetry

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; . Happiest Holiday Wishes ~Morgan~ . Art by ~Morgan found at https://www.deviantart.com/artbymorgancmorgan Poem By Clement Clarke Moore

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A Promise

On Children’s Day, A poem for all our lovely children by Simmi Vasu What do I see in you, my son? I see, our future and our country’s young. The future which would be bright and gay Where narrow minds will have to give way. Yes! It will be a new dawn, Of literacy, equality and oneness among all. Where people will not die of hunger, Each one would get his due for labour. Each child would go to…

[malakkc-poetry]

Accolade for my poem,  Children's Hunger

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WRITER'S FORUM: EXPLORING A NEW GENRE

                                     WRITER’S FORUM                             EXPLORING A NEW GENRE For those who are familiar with my work, read some of my stories, this next series of posts will appear bewildering. For those not familiar with my work and stumbled upon this blog, I am principally a writer of horror and science fiction. The direction of the next series of posts, Writer’s…

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The Road Rises Up:  A poem about journeying (Reshared with a note added)

It’s a funny thing, but as soon as I start thinking about resharing older (let’s call them prior posts instead) all sorts of posts come up begging to be next in line. In this case, I’d sat down to write something on a quote I really like: Forget all that and hit the road into exile. FROM A LONG LOST DEEPLY BURIED NOTE-TAKING APP ON MY TABLET But nothing was coming. Then suddenly I remembered:…

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Evening Poetry, November 9

Ox Cart (1935u20131942) by Wilbur by National Gallery of Art is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0 This post contains Amazon affiliate links. If you click through and make a purchase, I will receive a small compensation at no extra cost to you. This helps keep my blog ad-free. Ox-Cart Man by Donald Hall In October of the year, he counts potatoes dug from the brown field, counting the seed, counting the…

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It's Summer, It's August, and "It's Hot!" (Poem by Shel Silverstein)

As this is written here on the outskirts of St. Louis, Missouri, it is late August, the “Dog Days of Summer”, 102F degrees outside in the full afternoon sunshine, and a withering heat index of 117. Whoa. That’s hot, by any stretch of the imagination or thermometer. Squirrels are flared out flat as a pancake, cooling their bellies on shaded concrete. Birds are eerily silent and panting in the…

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Life

Poem by Mark Quinn Life Baby’s life in the balance,Baby’s face in a trance. Live your life not by chance,Don’t give the reaper a second glance. Life can be cruel,Use your life as a tool.Don’t be in the ‘chancers’ pool. Baby on life supportfighting for life.So afraid I might lose my wife,Better appreciate our one life. Parents holding the side of the bed,Tubes and oxygen on baby’s head.Blood…

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Update

Update He Did It Again!! Be on the lookout for this man!! While your at it watch your back he’s dangerous!!William ( Bill ) KingFrom Steubenville, OhioIn my opinion: He is an alcoholic who gets off on abusing women and children! I feel it irresponsible and negligent as well as culpable if I don’t put a heads up “Warning” to all women in the Ohio Valley from Toronto to St. Clarksville regarding…

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How Merry- #Christmas #Poetry

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; . Happiest Holiday Wishes ~Morgan~ . Art by ~Morgan found at https://www.deviantart.com/artbymorgancmorgan Poem By Clement Clarke Moore

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New Releases: Chattering at School and The Renegade

New Releases: Chattering at School and The Renegade

Chattering at School The poems in this collection include fun narratives on the surface, while containing learning and teaching moments as the poems unfold. The book has lovely illustrations and is full of moral lessons. The introduction to Chattering at School: Nature poems for children explains that these poems were written by a schoolboy aged 11 to 18 (1951-58) during his annual summer…

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Patchwork Poems and a something

Patchwork Poems and a something

It’s been a tough week. One friend died. Another is on hospice. I’ve also completed two commissions for holiday gifts and delivered them. So my bandwidth for writing this blog barely registers on the scales. Please forgive me. I’m still playing in my sketchbooks I just find it is easier (and soothing) to actually *be* creative than it is to talk *about* being creative. The main thing I want to…

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A Light in the Attic poems and drawings by Shel Siverstein

A Light in the Attic poems and drawings by Shel Siverstein

I found this little gem of a book while perusing Señora‘s bookshelves for something to read as I was “reigning” on my throne.  This book has been out a while, my issue lists the publishing date as 1981, but it has been so popular that there has been several special editions published since then. While it is a book of poems with accompanying line drawings aimed at children, I found it very…

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"What do you do?"

“What do you do?”

*** Lucy Lilac liked to learn Whatever school could teach her, And even when outside of school, Sought knowledge all around her. * “What do you do?” she asked a worm, “Tell me, what is the point of you?” “What a cheek!” came the worm’s barely audible squeak, “You mean – what do I do for you?!” * “What do you do?” she asked a wasp, “Tell me, what is the point of you?” “How rude!” said…

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Before Moonshine Just before moonshine Three little mice ran, Up the hills they went Six pairs of legs fast, Working tirelessly Towards safe solitary, Away from barn owls And lurking evil This poem was inspired by Ana Daksina