October challenges in time for the holidays: found poems and book-spine poems

A few months ago, I invited you to invent some poetry challenges. Daniel and Gemma sent in these two which I thought would be fun. Thanks!

So your challenge is to write a found poem (you have to go finding first so see my tips and examples) or assemble a book-spine poem (see my tips).

 

Gemma: Write a found poem

 So what is a found poem?

You use words or phrases you read or hear and turn them into a poem.

It might be signs or something in the newspaper. You borrow the words or phrases!

It might be a letter or a notice. Circle the words and phrases you want to use as Gemma does below.

It might be billboard or road signs.

It might be words and phrases you read in a book. Say what the book is.

 

It might be a conversation you hear. I love collecting things people say when I am out.

It might be comments in a visitor’s book. Bill Manhire did this at Shackleton’s Hut!!

It might be junk mail headings or ad slogans.

Give your poem a title.

 

Here are three I did:

 

Happy Days!

This is not any sofa.

The milk on everyone’s lips.

Need long shoes?

 

[I got these lines from ads in a magazine]

 

The Beach

keep off the grass

swim between the flags

falling rocks unstable cliffs

dottorel nesting

west coast veggie burger

[signs I saw at the beach]

 

Road Trip

Slow down

Slow down

Give way

Children crossing

Stop

Ice

Stop

Roadworks

Detour

Flooding

Stop Stop

[road signs]

 

Friday

Something good

much hope,

count the chickens

the horses

the little palace

the curving staircase

afternoon tea,

his birthday.

 

[from first page of Barbara Else’s fabulous The Travelling Restaurant]

 

 

Here’s one Gemma did:

A motivation found poem

Plan consistently
Prepare for improvements
Encourage
Improve
And learn more.

Gemma

 

You can see where she got her words from (you could use a magazine or newspaper or book page – say what you used):

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Daniel: Use the the titles on books spines to make a poem.

You can photo them like Daniel did or just type them like I did.

So what is a book-spine poem?

You stack books so the tiles on the spines read like a poem.

See my example and the photo Gemma and Daniel sent.

 

 

A Very Busy Kitchen

The 10 PM Question:

Stuart Little

Little Bear

Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus

In the Midnight Kitchen

 

Go Dogs Go’

Green Eggs and Ham

Goodnight Moon

Paula

 

Here’s one Daniel and Gemma did for their school library

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Only one you
An unexpected hero
Not bad for a bad lad
Braving it
Being happy
You be you.

 

H a v e     f u n    !  !   !

 

Send to paulajoygreen@gmail.com by 27th October. I will post some favourites on 31st October and have a poetry book for at least one reader. It is not a competition though!

Please include your name, age, year and name of school. I won’t post poems if I don’t have these details.

IMPORTANT:  Put FOUND POEM or BOOK SPINE POEM  in the subject line of the email please.

September challenge: Some of my favourite IMAGINATIVE poems

Thanks so much for sharing your BOUNDING imaginations in the form of a poem.

Poems are HUNGRY for bounding imaginations.

I loved reading them all and it was hard to pick a few  (well this is quite a LOT!)

 

I have a book for Lily, Tom and Cale.

 

Elementor Leopards

Their eyes are like the stormiest nights,
like Poseidon and Zeus fighting, the water.
Their noses are redder than a foxes tail, fire.
The lips of this leopard are the darkest green ever seen, earth.
There is a swirl on their forehead whiter than cloud, sky.
It was wonderful.

Its rosettes are like all the elements in a ball.
Earth was in the middle then little stripes of fire, water and air
were curved around the sides.
It was beautiful.

Leopards of the elements.

Lily M age: 8 year: 4 Paekakariki School

 

A stone

A stone lay high on the mountain top

And it turned into a bright blue gem

And that gem turned into a carbon black flame

Which flickered bright as the distant stars

And that plane turned into a tiny beige leaf

And that leaf turned into a jaguar

And that jaguar ran down the mountain

And came to a sudden halt.

At the edge of a forest he stood there waiting

And turned into a piece of cobalt

And that miniature piece of cobalt

Was picked up by a drone

And that drone dropped it on a mountain

where it warped back into a stone.

 

By Cale Year 8, age 12 Rangeview Intermediate School

 

A Giol Called Scover
I saw a Giol on Sunday,
A Giol is a bird.
It looked at me as if to say,
Gee man, you’re absurd.

He looked kind of green
With pink spots all over
I said to him
“I think I’ll name you Scover.”

Scover climbed a tree
And then he climbed the sky
I said I thought it was impossible
And he said na- you try.

I climbed the sky but fell back
And yelled the bad word sciof
I came back down again black and bruised
And he said guiltily “Well I’d better be off.”

He never came back after that
I thought I’d changed his mind
But he came back on Thursday
But he was a whole lot less kind.

Sylvie King, age 10, Selwyn House School

 

Flight

The fluttering pack of birds fly away to open a magnificent wonder world of magic. I see a pack of whirling wolves and flying pigs. I walk forward to find a castle filled with colour. I then discover a dark room. I walk to the middle of the room then start flying. I crash through the window and into the world.

By Daniel F Age 9 Fendalton School

 

Wild Imagination
I woke one morning.
The moon was cooking me breakfast.
I went outside.
There was the sun playing Go Fish.
I raced to school.
Instead of my teacher, there was a seagull.
My school was just a school of sardines.
I raced back home.
The house next door was made of cats and yarn.
My room was floating on water.

Honor, age 10, Selwyn House School

Stories

My best friend and I used to make up stories,
Of dragons, princesses and knights,
Of beautiful maidens,
And ballerinas in shining lights.

We would be the main characters in each story,
Fighting dragons and slimy creatures,
Killing all the villains,
And all the evil teachers.

We would dance like elegant swans,
And sing like chirping birds,
We would leap like fierce cheetahs,
With emotion coming out from every single move or word.

My friend and I are older now,
Instead of books,
We have phones,
It keeps us busy every single day,
Keeping us prisoners in our homes.

There is no such thing as magic anymore,
No faraway lands to see,
That used to keep us up late at night,
Fidgeting in our beds with glee.

I guess everybody gets older someday,
And forgets about their childish ways,
Some people don’t see what’s happening,
When they waste away their days.

Zoe G 12 years old St Cuthberts College

 

 

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Kylie, age 12, Rangeview Intermediate

 

Burnt Toast

Burnt your toast?

Not such a bad thing

Look at what you have created

Or even better… imaginated

 

Carve a shape for a toast sculpture

Or use little pieces for a toast mosaic

 

With a pinch of out of the box thinking

You might find you’ve made a mask

Or a fly swat

Or a trail marker on the ground

 

Add a smear of peanut butter and it is a bird feeder

Or turn it into chippies for ducks

 

Look, you’ve made a new Frisbee!

Or grab a Ping-Pong ball and play toast tennis

 

Stack it up. Make a hole in the middle. Enjoy your candle holder.

Or perhaps it is a fire starter

 

You could even strap it to your feet and show the world your new shoes

 

Burnt toast

The end of the world

Or the start of something great

It’s all in the way you imaginate

Gemma, age 11, Adventure School

 

 

The Eeb Evih Needs

The Eeb Evih needs:
peanut butter ice cream
visiting its evih
travelling in swarms
from Cape Reinga
to Bluff

The Eeb Evih needs:
wings to carry it
to New Plymouth
to visit the Len Lye Gallery

The Eeb Evih needs:
legs to carry honey
to Te Papa
to show New Zealand
how clever they are

The Eeb Evih needs:
arms to repair the evih
after its journey.

Joshua P 12 yrs old Medbury School, Christchurch

 

LIGHT THOUGHTS

I store the light

So it’s bright at night

Though I do feel sad when I’m on all night

I flicker and flutter

And run out of power.

 

I am happy when you are under me

I am comforted and not lonely

I would like to change my glow

So there is a soft light flow

 

But please don’t leave me on all night

Otherwise I won’t be so bright.

Daniel, age 9, Adventure School

 

Candy Man

Meet Candy Man
His name is Dan.
His hair is chocolate ice,
his head is chocolate rice.
Mentos eyes,
candy cane nose.
His mouth is in
two jelly bean rows.
Chewing gum scarf,
makes me laugh.
Candy floss tummy,
that’s so yummy.
M&M spots,
lots of dots.
Boots of jelly
for his welly boots.

By Philipp Age 9 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School

 

Wild Pet

My wild pet is a lion and a bird.
Together I call him Liord.
He has a long beak
a tired tale
It’s feathers fling
It’s wings go up and down
when he’s in town.
His fur is bushy
just like my hair.
That’s Liord!

By Alani Age 9 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School

 

Mashups

Lamb and Genie, riding in a Lamborghini.
Bear and horse together is Borse.
Poster and book, a Pohook.
Water and fizzy is Wafizzy.
Apple and banana, a Panana.
Computer and iPad, Compad.
Black and blue, red an white
What do they have in common?
They are all colours.
What about Blaue?
and Rite?
Are they colours too?

By Videl Age 11 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School

 

Fruit Man

His feet are medium oranges
His legs are rotten bananas
His stomach is a humungous apple
His chest is a poisoned pear
His neck is a bumpy boysenberry
His head is a square strawberry
His mouth is a bearded banana
His nose is a little blackberry
His eyes are ice-cream blueberries
His ears are small pineapples
and his hair is black and yellow liquorice!

By Oliana Age 10 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School

 

 

The Imagination Road

The dim lights cover,
The Imagination road,
Where anything is possible.
Just take a stroll.
The candy floss may fall on your head,
The chocolate coated trees may be just divine,
But as long as you make it to the
Jelly pit,
And do 5 flips,
Until you feel bouncy,
And alive.
At the end of the day,
Animals will parole the streets,
And deliver you back,
To the Imagination station.

Evie Johnson age 11 Selwyn House School

 

 

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Tom, age 9, Hoon Hay School, Christchurch

 

The Golcher

The Golcher is a scary beast.
It lives in a cave under the street
and feeds
on chuckly bones and goblin meat,
and when it feeds
its scaly wings
flap with joy.
His body is the opposite…
as cuddly as a fluffy toy.

By Alexander M Age 9 LS7 Westmere School

 

The Land of Topsy Turvey

Sea in the sky
where dolphins fly
and little fish dive
and octopie jive.
Unicorns dance
and Pegasus prance.
Griffins from France
look on in askance.
At the land of Topsy Turvey
people come to ride a whale or
swim in the rainbow sea.
Kids come to eat
unhealthy, healthy things or
run around in an upside down tower
looking around at teacher’s dancing
and relievers prancing
at the land of Topsy Turvey.

By Sophie M-R Age 10 LS7 Westmere School

 

Labrasneel

Endless eyes
eating
endless flies.
The Labrasneel.
Is a snake
and an
eel.
Walking on the beach
with his ugly
webbed feet.
With his black labrador face
He’ll win every race…
Beneath the sharp teeth
Lies the toungue.
Number one!

By Mia M Age 10 LS7 Westmere School

 

Drip Drop

Drip Drop
Round the clock.
Tic toc
Tic toc
Tic.
Mr Dun made a bun
Out of pungy lungy lung.
He started to lick
Then ate it quick.
Tic toc
Tic toc
Tic.

By Taylor M Age 11 LS6 Westmere School

 

Sleep

Jiggle juggle what a struggle
Here and there a flying pear.
Listening out, can’t get out.
The moon is so bright, like the sunlight.
Can’t get to sleep without counting sheep.
Shimmering here, limmering there.
My eyes are rocks, theyr’e starting to stop.
Tic Toc that’s the clock.
Stars are so bright, like the moonlight.
The phone is buzzing all night long.
I roll over from side to side.
Pitter patter, the rain is starting.

By: Genevieve age 9, Neve age 10 and Charlie D age 10 LS6 Westmere School

 

 

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By Aastha Year 8, age 13 Rangeview intermediate school

 

Trapped

Standing in the cold damp darkness

I stare at the faint sunlight above

My slimy green legs stuck on the mossy green grass

I croak for Hungry

My long tongue slips out catching a fly that was hovering above

I’m tired

I sleep

And I never wake up again

Iris, Fendalton School

Annual 2 is just the ticket for the older reader (say 9 to 12)

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Annual 2, edited by Susan Paris and Kate De Goldi, Annual Ink,  2017

 

Annual 2 has the coolest cover ever – it features two legs with stripy blue socks poking out of an open book.

It makes you want to dive into the ELECTRIC mix of comics, poems, stories, games, and essays inside  (and other curious things!!).

 

I would have LOVED this when I was a girl  – I would have scooted off to a hiding place to read and read and read until I got to the very end. And the next day I would have dipped and delved and reread all my favourite things.

I especially LOVE the LOOK of the collection but LOOKS are only the start if you are a hungry reader.

And the LOOK of this BOOK pays off because it is a VERY GOOD read.

 

I LOVE the poems.

I really LOVE the poems.

 

Nick Ascroft has written a poem about wealth – and it turns into LIST poem that shows wealth is not all about counting money but what you do with your TIME ! Here’s a taste:

 

Wealth can be counted, but in time

not in dollars or things –

 

days since you ate a macadamia nut,

hours since you last rode a bike

 

Lynley Edmeades has written ‘Island’, a poem about camping that is so vivid you think you are in the tent. Here is a sample:

 

It’s always yellow inside

and the nylon is an island

for the to and from the grass.

 

Kate Camp has written ‘Emergency Haiku,’ the best haiku ever that made me laugh out loud. Here is a sweet morsel:

 

In emergency

break glass. Unless the problem

is a smashed window.

 

James Brown has written ‘Cheat Sheet for My Enemies’, an acrostic poem, that is rather keen on fudging the truth. It is very tricky as the right-hand side shows the acrostic title going from bottom to top, while the left-hand side shows it going from top to bottom! Here is a little bite:

A prime number is the first one on a number line.

The Titanic was a famous lifeboat.

 

I highly recommend Annual 2 for readers that love to be challenged or delighted or amused.

Even though I am no longer twelve I scooted off to my secret reading hidey-hole and read the collection from cover to cover. WONDERFUL!

For curious children: Watch Out for the Weka & Up the River

Two fabulous New Zealand non-fiction books for you to READ!

 

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Watch Out for the Weka by Ned Barraud

Potton & Burton 2017

A few years ago our family walked the Abel Tasman track over a number of days. It was like walking inside the best postcard ever with the gleaming clear sea and the bright white sand. I love going on long long walks that feel like a huge challenge. I love getting to the place to stay all glowing with exercise and tucking into a delicious dinner.

I love walking because I love the way it clears your head and gets your skin tingling and your heart pumping and you get to see all kinds of surprising things.

 

I was so pleased to find this book is set in the Abel Tasman National Park,

and is full of trampers tramping ( I am more of a walker than a tramper!!)

and herons crab fishing and oystercatchers digging

but the star of this book is the curious weka

who is keen to go digging and delving for ANYTHING

especially if it is bright or tasty.

 

In this story a very curious weka steals

the hut warden’s clothes when he goes swimming.

 

Oh golly!  I laughed at loud at what happened next

and gasped at what happened after that!

 

You will just have to hunt down the book

to find out! A fun read with DYNAMIC illustrations.

 

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Up the River : Explore & discover New Zealand’s rivers, lakes & wetlands

by Gillian Candler & Ned Barraud, Potton & Burton, 2017

 

I really love going on road trips with my family where we get to follow alongside a river or a lake or some wetlands. I feel like they are beautiful to look at in the changing seasons and changing lights but packed full of marvelous things to discover.

And that’s what this book shows. You get to find out what lives in the river or creek, and why braided rivers are like shiny plaits on the gravel beds.

Part of the magic of a book like this is when the illustrator is skilled enough to bring plants, insects, birds and fish to LIFE on the page. Ned does just that.

If you love discovering things about the world we live in, and jumping in the car to go exploring and investigating beautiful places … then this is the book for you.

There is lots of talk at the moment about CLEANING UP our rivers so we can swim in them and eat the fish from them (if we eat fish).

This is an important book because it reminds us exactly why do we need to try extra hard to look after our LIVING waterways.

 

Thanks for these two GREAT reads!

 

 

Poetry Box September challenge needs a tablespoon of imagination!

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Go here to The Sapling for my alphabet of children’s poetry books. Joy is Joy Cowley and also in my list.

 

The Sapling is a great new NZ website that celebrates children’s books. I got asked to list some of my favourite children’s poetry books for Poetry Day and decided to make an alphabet of them.

One of my favourite children’s poetry books is by Margaret Mahy – she had such a TERRIFIC imagination, her poems fill you with surprise. She also had an excellent poetry ear and was very good at making up words.

So in honour of dear Margaret Mahy, your September challenge is to use your imagination in a poem.

 

You might want to invent things or places or people.

You might want to invent new words to do the best job.

You might want to imagine somewhere you have never been but that is a real place or time.

 

Imaginations work with real things and with invented things.

Imaginations let you have fun.

 

The most important thing about Poetry Box is to light up with the joy of writing poems.

 

You might play with how you set your poem out.

You might play with how your poem sounds.

 

Send to paulajoygreen@gmail.com by 26th September. I will post some favourites on 30th September and have a book for at least one reader. It is not a competition though!

Please include your name, age, year and name of school. I won’t post poems if I don’t have these details.

IMPORTANT:  Put IMAGINATION challenge in the subject line of the email please.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some of my favourite list poems from a bonanza challenge – wow!

This was a record BREAKING POEM arrival in my email box -the most popular challenge this year.

I loved reading ALL the poems because you showed me that list poems can do anything. You were so inventive and you used your eyes and ears well.

I am sending a copy of The Letter Box Cat to Ameer.

 

 

 

A list to make a treehouse

Wood from the digger
A tree from the other side of town
Some T.L.C.
Carpet of the red and blue
A shelf from Dad
Pillows from Mum

Aine, age 9, Fendalton Open Air School, Christchurch

 

A List For A Lonely Turtle

Sea lettuce.
Juicy leaves.
Safety.
Vet checks.
7 safe places.
A scattery pond.
Friends.
A place to sleep.
Things that cheer her/him up.

Ameer  Ilam Primary School Age : 6

 

A List for Stationery

Stationery is a wild thing. It does what it wants. If you don’t let it, it scribbles everywhere so I made it a list to calm it down:

A Pencil Case for its home
A couple more pencils for friends
Some paper for keeping them busy

They loved it because they wanted a home and some friends, so they cuddled at night and sung at day.

Maia, age 8, Ilam School, Christchurch

 

Challenge List for a Tiger

Sharpening my broken claws

Pouncing angrily

Stomping anxiously

Bumpy orange fur

Roaring into darkness

Glaring rudely at a deer

Waiting hungrily

Running ferociously

Lucy  8 Years Old Fendalton Open Air School,

 

A List for a Wizard’s Sleeve

Weaving forth and back,
stitching, one robe,
swish-swish over arm
patterns of swirling stars,
fabric of flowing satin,
open jar, open sleeve,
things in there,
acrid, bubbling, split on sleeve ,
discovering,
sleeve waving, wand waving,
sleeve ripping, swords waving,
crackling, burning a on a stake.

Luca Fear-Ross Year 6, age 11, Thorrington School

 

A List of Endangered Animals and Their Needs

Lost Panda – Bamboo
Bold Eagle – A Mountain
Blind Cat – Love
Grey Elephant – Security
Lonely Dog – Someone Nice
Striped Tiger – Food
Puzzled Penguin – Help
Terrified Seal – Peace
Long Giraffe- To be Shorter

Jamie  8 years ILam School

 

 

A list for a Fairy

A bottle of laughter;
A bag of glitter;
A spell for frogs;
The fluttering fairy wings;
The Queen’s command;
The higgity piggity road;
The old witch’s shop;
The slime from a slug;
The burp from a frog;
The dew drop from a spider’s web;
The lollypop from an elf;
A garden full of flowers.

Violetta Age: 8 Fendalton Open Air School

 

Storm

Thunder.
Crash.
Soaking.
Fallen.
Black.
White.
Umbrella.
Boom.
Howling.
Wind.
Cold.
Muddy.
Bang.
Thud.

Stormy Days.

Jayashri  Age: 10 Ilam School

 

A list for a lonely hat

Loud music
Someone to wear him
A floaty feather
A delicate ribbon
Some autumn weather
A strong breeze
Silky fabric
A warm closet

By Maia-Sophia Age:7 School: Ilam

 

 

The List of the Universe
Us,
The Villages,
The Towns,
The Cities,
The Countries,
The Continents,
The World,
The Moon,
The Sun,
The Solar System,
The Universe.
Who circles who?
We think that we are the centre.
We think,
That the sun revolves around us,
We trust that it will go at night
And we trust that it will be back in the morning.
But no,
We move slowly,
Around them.
It is funny to think
That we aren’t the centre.
No,
We are the smallest
On the list

Sophie  age 10, Selwyn House School

 

Life without love is barely living

Spells

School

Suffering

Snakes

Slytherin

Seven

Sacrifice

Elder

Cloak

Deathly

Hallows

Azkaban

Prison

Horcrux

Werewolf

Muggles

Pureblood

Half-blood

Death

Mudblood

Patronus

Marauders map

Moony Wormtail

Padfoot prongs

Unicorns

Dragons

Resurrection

Professors

Magic

Fighting

Life

Ravenclaw

Hufflepuff

Weasley

Latin

Friends

Enemies

Chamber

Romance

Lestrange

Cruciatus

Charms

Hexes

Potions

Jinxes

Herbology

Astronomy

Cirses

Darl arts

Die;;omg

Fantastic

Beasts

It’s

All

A

Legendary

Master

Piece.

 

By Cale Age 12, Year 8 Rangeview Intermediate School

 

The Last Dragon

  • Dark Scales
  • Blue Fire
  • Heat of scales
  • Shadowy night
  • Isolated eyes
  • Toasted bananas
  • Thundering wings
  • Ashes swirling above
  • Iridescent claws
  • A fleeting memory
  • Glinting blades honing

Natalie. age11. Year 7. Mindplus School for Gifted Children

 

Fly’s New Diner

Welcome to Fly’s New Diner

Come in, come in

Here is our menu

Feel free to order

If you can be heard above the din

 

Menu

Cheese and shrew sandwich

Roasted branch with honey fried eel

Scorpion tails and roasted quails

Rat meat sausages

Caramelized snails

Toads’ eggs and turtle brains

Boiled tarantula with hemlock sauce

Ants’ legs, bat’s teeth burger

Mice innards on noodles

Meerkat’s paw in frog’s eye soup

Nightshade and fishbone pie

Elephant ear and duck’s foot gloop

Fly Agaric mushrooms with lentils

Lettuce fries and curdled carrots

Nettles, broccoli and cabbage on noodles

For the vegetarians among you

Purple hyacinth cake

Caramel cheesecake with snakeskin flakes

Marshmellows afloat in curdled milk

Raspberry avocado cream

Guacamole jam

Starshine and sun’s essence

Melted eye of lamb

Aloe vera and spider spit tea

Seaweed sauce

Essence of flea

 

Come in Come in

Would you like to taste?

“Sorry, sir. I’m late today”

 

Do come back another time

“No thank you, sir.

I’ll stay away.”

 

by Sarah-Kate, age 12, Year 8, homeschooled

 

Riding Out

 

Catch horse,

Put on halter,

Lead,

Take off blanket,

Brush,

Put on:

Saddle blanket,

Saddle.

Do up girth,

Loosely does it,

Bridle on,

Do up:

Throat lash,

Nose band.

Reins over ears,

Lead into arena,

Arm up,

Check stirrups,

Tighten girth,

Lead to mounting block,

Reins back on neck,

Hold…

Foot in stirrup,

Jump…

Leg over,

Other foot in stirrup,

Gather reins,

Squeeze,

Walk away,

Steer,

20-meter circle,

On the lunge,

Hold monkey strap,

Sitting trot,

Bounce, bounce,

Posting trot,

Up, down,

Over to gate,

Feet out,

Leg over,

Slide…

Reins over,

Bridle off,

Take off:

Saddle blanket,

Saddle.

Blanket on,

Halter on,

Put in paddock.

Well done!

You rode a horse!

Nell Age: 9 Year: 4 Homeschool

 

Turtle

Squeaky sand
Eggs in secret sand holes
Crashing hatchlings and yoga necks
Jellyfish pie for lunch
Swishing ocean swims
Old wrinkly turtles with sad eyes and slow bones

Amélie Age 7 St Andrew’s College Christchurch

 

Some AMAZING poems from Room Class 3/4 at Paparoa St School:

 

Frosty Wind

“chata chata” the frosty wind shivers down my spine.

Children getting sick all winter. Coughing and spewing.

The frosty wind blowing snow down for ages.

Some children have to walk to school in the freezing cold.

Frosty wind is very strong to push you over.

You can get very sick.

By Maddy Age 8

 

My Cat Chloe

My cat Chloe died from cancer.

My cat Chloe was so fluffy.

My cat Chloe liked to sleep.

My cat Chloe was so fluffy.

My cat Chloe died when I was three.

By Liam  Age 8

 

My Small Brother

 

He is as small as a skunk.

He is as small as my cat.

He is as small as out of date milk.

He is small as a fish food packet.

By Toby Age 7

 

My Dog

My dog is very very fast.

My dog dribbles so much.

My dog does not like cats!

My dog loves the water.

My dog loves me feeding him.

My dog likes to smell everyone.

My dog loves the river so much.

By Benji Age 7

 

Some MORE AMAZING poems from Room Class 3/4 at Paparoa St School:

 

Pain

Kicked in the face by a rugby boot

Falling off my skateboard

Cracking my head open on the concrete

Deep scratches on my legs thanks to thorny bushes

Ouch

 

Billy Year 3, Age 8

 

Circus School

At Circus School, I hear the call to run

At Circus School, I smell the horrible smell of sweaty feet

At Circus School, I see silks, lycra and trapeze artists hanging from the air

At Circus School, I feel excited and my heart racing

At Circus School, I play and create

Neve Year 4, Age 9

 

Falling off a scooter

Prickly bushes

Bee stings

Pinching

Sun burn

Bug bites

Bumping heads

Stove burns

Grazed knees

Staple pokes

Ouch

William Year 4, Age 9

 

Happy

To be happy is fun

To be happy is life

To be happy is beauty

To be happy is lovely

To be happy is to sing a song

 

Tempy Year 3, Age 8

 

Some  AMAZING poems from the Samoan Unit at Richmond Road School:

Yellow

Yellow is the colour of my chicken noodle soup.
Yellow is the colour of my yellow dog.
Yellow is the colour of the lion that is scared of people.
Yellow is the colour of stretchy cheese.
Yellow is the colour I like best.

Alani Rm 7 Age 9

 

Green

Green is the colour of a pear.
Green is the colour of the grass.
Green is the colour of an apple.
Green is the colour of a turtle.
Green is the colour of my favourite book.
Green is the colour of an emerald.
Green is the colour that I like the best.

Jada Rm 9 Age 9

 

Red

Red is the colour of my bed.
My friend Jed always wears red.
Red is the colour of steak.
Red is the colour of lava.
Red is the colour of strawberries.
Red is the colour of rubies.
Red is the colour of my car.
When my cat gets angry, his eyes turn red.
Red is the colour I like best.

Kingston Rm 8 Age 9

 

Some  AMAZING poems from Westmere School:

 

The Garbage Bin

I look in the garbage bin and see …
Fleas, fleas, leftover peas, some smelly cheese
banana peels, old old meals
Flies
and pies.
Then I fall in
eeeeeeooooowwwwwwwww
Poo!

By Jimmy, LS 6, Age 10

Mylo

Mylo is a cavadoodle,
Mylo is as soft as a panda.
Mylo is a labradoodle,
Mylo is gold like caramel.
Mylo is a scrambledoodle,
Mylo has a shiny, wet black nose.
Mylo is a smackadoodle,
Mylo loves his toy, Drooly.
Mylo is a boodledoodle,
Mylo loves food.
Mylo is a spoodledoodle,
Mylo is a teeny tiny dog.
Mylo is all the kit and kaboodle.
By Timmy, LS6, Age 9

 

Art Gallery

Abstract lines on a canvas
Lines with an intent
A story
Sculptures with an untold legend
Colour splattered on a canvas
Ribbons
Curves
Shapes
Mediums
Sequences
Concepts
Rigid
Frigid
Complexities
When I go to the Art Gallery
I don’t look at the art.
I see the story behind it.

By Nina, LS7, Age 10

 

Maths

Sequences
Formulas
Rhythms
Patterns
Untold genius
Shapes
Dimensions
Symbols
9 million 700 and 94 thousand 352
Minus
Plus
Multiply
Capacity
Conversions
Divide
Maths is not hard
Maths is just a key to solve any problem.

By Nina, LS7, Age 10

 

The Wonderful World in my Hair.

I pull out a coin but this is no magic trick.
As the comb comes down
I start to frown.
Sticky
Icky
Knotty
Grotty
Tangled
Mangled
Chewy chewing gum
Bibbitty bobbitty bobby pins
Creepy crawlies
Mum!!!
I scream
It was only a dream.

By Boh, LS7, Age 10

 

The Food I Own

Mum! I’m hungry!
Then have some food…
I look in to the bowl
I can’t see anything nice.
But lice and mice.
And some other things like…
Rotten apples
Blue pears
With some of my brother’s hairs
Bananas, mangoes
That are supposed to be ready for me
When I am on the go.
Grapefruit, orange
mandarins
Nothing else but citrus.
Everything’s got worms
Wriggling and twiggling.
I grab the bowl and throw the contents in to the garden.
Mum! There’s nothing there!
Only chips, sugar and a cookie.
OK, please don’t eat the lot.
Just gnaw on the pot.

By Lily, LS7, Age 9

 

 

Ella reads a TERRIFIC poem at Ranui’s Poetry Day party

 

 

 

On Saturday I went to the poetry party for children in Ranui and my favourite bit was hearing the children at the open mic.

Reading your poems out loud in front of an audience is such a fun thing to do.

I think  I am inspired to plan an occasion to celebrate the reprint of the Treasury in November! Watch this space!

Every word in this poem is pitch perfect.

 

Here is Ella’s poem. She is from Woodlands Park School, and aged ten:

 

Eddie

His eyes are like a green lagoon

His skin is like a midnight tiger

His tail trembles as he hunts in the bush

and afterwards he sleeps in a spiral

his tail curling around him.

 

 

 

 

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