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Friday, 15 January 2021

LOBSTER

My dad had never

tasted lobster.

He’s sitting in the restaurant

with my mum

on their third date

and he excitedly 

orders the bisque.

Little does he know

at this point

that said dish

is merely soup.


I’m told he cried

when I was born.


Thursday, 14 January 2021

BRILLIANT POEMS FROM FLEETVILLE INFANTS

 I have been paying regular visits to Fleetville Infant School since 2014, when I became their Patron of Reading. I wasn't able to visit this term, so we agreed that I would help judge a poetry competition. The task was for the children to write a poem based on my piece Play Time, which you can read on my website here. I am really happy to be able to share some of their fantastic poems. The ultimate winner was a group effort, produced by Bluebell Class (Reception). I was especially delighted to read this poem, as Bluebell is also the name of my cat! Here, then, are the poems. Enjoy!


Twin Time

by Joel and Luke 

We both have brown eyes

We both love learning history

We’ve both lost our first tooth

Can you tell us apart?

It’s a mystery!

We’re both a little bit cheeky

We like to jump and spin

Life is so fun

When you’re a twin

twin

twin!


FUN POEM

by Eloise 

I like to play with Christopher

We could play all day long

And when we are together we have

fun

fun

fun!

We like to play in the garden

And we like to play in the sun

And when we are together we have

fun

fun

fun!

We like to play in the park

With our Daddy called Mark the Shark in the sun

so let’s all have

fun

fun

fun!


The Things I Love by Florian 

I’ve got a Captain Underpants book

And fast racing cars too

I’ve got fierce dino pyjamas

And I love them because they’re blue!

I’ve got a lot of lego

And a friendly toy giraffe

I’ve got strong action men

And I love playing with them in the bath!


JUMP TIME by Sienna 

I'VE GOT A LITTLE DOGGY AND A PAIR OF SHINY BOOTS I’VE GOT A FOGGY WINDOW AND A RED AND YELLOW SUIT.

I’VE GOT A BRAND NEW BICYCLE AND MY BROTHERS OLD PUMP

SO EVERYBODY JOIN ME LETS HOP SKIP AND JUMP

I’VE GOT A CLIMBING FRAME AND A PAIR OF LEOPARD GLOVES

I’VE GOT A FANCY OUTFIT THAT I WEAR TO RESTAURANTS

I’VE GOT A PAIR ICE SKATES AND NOW I CAN STUMP

SO EVERYBODY JOIN ME LETS HOP SKIP AND JUMP!


‘Rhyming Fun’ with love from the Bluebells (Reception Class)

In reception we like to rhyme, it’s been a fun way to pass the time.

Here’s what we came up with, we hope that you like it.

Mr Josh, we hope it’s a hit

hit

hit.

I asked my class what rhymes do you know

and can you write them down so to Mr Seigal I can show.

The dog got stuck in the bog.

That same dog then saw a frog.

On his way along the road he saw a toad.

And a pig in a wig.

And a goat in a cosy coat.

You’d never believe what he then saw, are you ready for me to tell you more?

He had fun in the sun this wondering dog.

And was happy that there wasn’t any fog.

So he could see;

A goat that could float on a boat around the moat.

He saw it it’s true, crazy things these animals do.

A spoon jumped over the moon and on its way saw a birthday balloon.

A cat in a hat was laying on a mat and there was a school in a pool!

Over all he had the best day and he said during his play

“I have fun, fun, fun with my Mum, Mum, Mum.”

He then hopped until he flopped, what a silly billy.

So that is our poem from the Bluebells to you.

Thank you for making our learning so fun to do.

Love from,

The Bluebells



Wednesday, 13 January 2021

NEW POEM: HUNGRY TORY

HUNGRY TORY


I sharpen up my knife and fork

I give a belch and pop a cork

I wibble-wobble while I walk

I am a HUNGRY TORY!


I swallow hope and dine on dreams

My pants are bursting at the seams

I salivate at kiddie’s screams

I am a HUNGRY TORY!


I palm off scraps on needy proles

I use the rest to the fill the hole

That I possess in lieu of soul

I am a HUNGRY TORY!


I mainline money in my veins

My hamper’s bulging with my gains

I give my cronies what remains

(And piss a torrent down the drain)


I am a HUNGRY TORY!





Monday, 11 January 2021

MOVING POEM BY MAX, !6

 Max got in touch with me recently to share a fantastic poems he has written. He informs me that it is about his grandmother's dementia. Here is Max's wonderful poem.

Grandma by Max (age 16)


It hurts to see the dramatic decline

of a person once so conscious and fine

Now left to dine on forgotten memories.


To drown in a sea of nonsensical ideas;

to lose touch with life, everyone of us fears.

Concepts literal in one world

are foreign in another

emigrating back and forth,

in and out of reality.


Like a rhythm out of tune,

a field of the most beautiful flowers

now unable to bloom.

A crop colourless, seasonless,

gloom.


Memories burning on an endless fire,

as though the mind is now the body's pyre.

A spontaneous combustion

of a system so perfect and true,

now a ruined ecosystem

a permanently distorted view.




When I read Max's poem, I was reminded of one of my favourite poems, 'Visiting Grandad in the Home' bu Ian McMillan (Macmillan 2002). Here it is:





Saturday, 9 January 2021

UNPRESIDENTED

An orange old fellow called Trump

Routinely talked out of his rump

He spewed out his bile

So bitter and vile

That Twitter concluded: “let’s dump






Friday, 8 January 2021

LOVELY POEMS BY MIM, AGE 9

One of my favourite things as a professional poet is displaying students' work on this blog! I am hoping to do lots of this during lockdown, so teachers and parents - take note! Below are some fantastic poems by Mim, age 9. Mim's mum got in touch with me to share four poems Mim has produced, two kennings and two cinquains. One of the poems mentions the name 'Shallot', and Mim's mum Debs informs me that Shallot is a little girl in Uganda whom Mim has struck up a friendship with. I hope you all enjoy Mim's fantastic poetry as much as I did!











 

Thursday, 7 January 2021

New Poem: 'Behind Every Number' (+ bonus poem)

 BEHIND EVERY NUMBER


Behind every number, a flame that has perished

Behind every number, a voice that lies still 

Behind every number, a life that was cherished

Behind every number, a bone-shrinking chill


Behind every number, a pain unrelenting

Behind every number, a lost work of art

Behind every number, a daughter lamenting

Behind every number, a son torn apart


Behind every number, a family muted

Behind every number, an echo of grief

Behind every number, an essence diluted

Behind every number, a life-leaching thief


Behind every number, a world-beating failure

Behind every number, the quickest of bucks

Behind every number, a dithering jailer

Behind every number, the lamest of ducks



Bonus poem


GAVIN WILLIAMSON'S EXAM RESULTS


Incompetence: A

Ineptitude: A

Inadequacy: A

Turn: U