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Happy Birthday Gecko Press- some poems for you!

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h a p p y      b i r t  h d a y      GECKO PRESS from young New Zealand poets!

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This was such a popular challenge it has taken me AGES to read all the fabulous poems you sent in. What a great way to celebrate Gecko Press and all the gorgeous books they publish.

I have posted far more than I usually would as it is like a birthday party post with lots of poems.

I have picked these poets to send a Gecko Press book  (thanks Gecko Press for sending me the books!). I am never to old for a Gecko Press book whatever category it is.


Ruby T All the Dear Little Animals

Phoebe Snake and Lizard

Grace S  My happy Life

Emma C Donkeys

Sophie B A Book is a Book

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Here are some of my favourites:



My dog jumped over the log into a forest
I followed him.
We shrunk
and climbed into a beehive
where we met a wolf.
We danced with it
then we all had a feast of honey.
The hive was covered in diamonds.

Ruby T Age 7, Y3, Ilam School

Watch out crocodile!

Watch out crocodile for the king gorilla.

Watch out crocodile for the flying undies.

Watch out crocodile for the soaring Eagles.

Watch out crocodile for the talking bears.

Watch out crocodile for the elegant leopard.

Watch out crocodile for the chocolate monster.

Watch out crocodile for the charging bull.

Watch out crocodile for the flying boy.

By Grace S Age: 10 Year 6 Paparoa Street School


The Cake

Sitting on the table was a little blue cake,

And delicately sitting on top was a blue and white lake!

There were orange fish and a green lily pad.

It is beautiful until it gets cut by Dad!

Phoebe Age: 8 Year: 4 Fendalton School



The King and the Sea

My streak of green

My wind wiped mane

My white roar

My blue wave

The king breaks me

Then he fixes me

He comes and he goes

He is cycle of my life

I’d try to get free

I’d leave

But I’m stuck

and I’m here for life

Let me run

Let me soar

Let me call for freedom from the the king’s world

Let me be me

I am the sea

Emma C Age: 10 Selwyn House School



When Dad showed me the universe 

When Dad showed me the universe,

he showed me all the stars,

he taught me that some are close

and some are very far.


He told me that in the day

the sun sits way up high,

also that there’s other planets

we can’t see in the sky.


And at the end of the day,

when the night sky is going dark,

then it is the moon’s time

to shine brightly in the park.

Sophie  B 10 year old girl, a Year 6 student at Paparoa Street School



The Cake

There it is,
looking yummy with its strawberry
sauce driping down the edge’s.

There it is,
screaming for chocolate ice-cream
to sit next to it and keep it company.

There it is,
waiting patiently for a rainbow of
sprinkles to fall on to it.

There it is,
all that yummy strawberry sauce,
chocolate ice-cream and sprinkles-
Who ate the cake?!
I bet my pet Gecko did!
That naughty Gecko!

Tyler L, 11 years old, Paparoa street school in Christchurch


A book is a book
No matter how hard you try
It will stay as a book
As a book it will stay

It will never turn into a car
A book is a book
And that’s how it will stay.
Evie S I am eight years old and I am in Year 4. Fendalton School



Speed of Light
My feathers capture air
My talons grasp the sky
My plumage rustling in the breeze
My beak savouring the blue
They capture me
They shoot me down
They ensnare me
They trap and trick me
I’d be free if not for them
I’d glide faster than the light
But I think I can
And I think I will
Let me free
Let me glide faster than the light
Let me grasp the sky
Let me savour the blue, once more.

Harriet Compton-Moen, a 12 year old student in Year 8 at Selwyn House School


The Cake
The flame flickers,
coloured wax streams down,
the candles puff out,
the cake is sliced and separated,
bitten and beaten,
the life of a cake!

Ollie H Age : 10 Paparoa Street School



The king and the sea
Waves fold over the sand,
All you can hear is the soft sound of the ocean,
The king of the sea is content.

The fish swim blissfully,
they are in peace.

The fisherman up above drop down their nets.

The king of the sea is enraged,
His tranquil ocean disturbed.

By Isabella Read Age 12 Year 8 Selwyn House School


Speed of Light
Flashing right before
your eyes,
like the speed
of light,
or dragging ever
so slow,
like clouds roaming
the sky.

The seconds hand
with endless ticking,
blending with
the movements
of the minutes
and hours.

Right now it travels
at the speed of light
encased in it’s own place,
and it’s own

By Ewen W aged 12, Year 8, Cobham Intermediate School, Christchurch



Every day
one crocodile
walks to a tree but it doesn’t walk normally
it walks like me
He lives in a cave
and he wears a hat
but this is this
and that is that.
Liam F Fendalton School


The Cake

The Marshmallow cake, makes me bounce.

The bubbly cake, makes me gulp.

The pencil cake, makes me think.

The rubber cake, makes me forget.

The history cake, makes me remember.

 Ysabella H Year 4  Age: 8   School: Ilam School


Where is Rusty?
I have lost
My dog Rusty
He must be all dusty
In the garbage
Where is Rusty?
There you are Rusty!
You are dusty
I must give you
A bubbly bath
And Rusty said
I’m Rusty

Ruby S Age 6,   Year 2  Ilam School


The Cake

The cake with candles

The cake with icing,

Tastes so good,

The cake with colour,

The cake with flavour,

Tastes so nice

Oh really nice.


The cake with texture,

The cake with passion,

Tastes so delicious

Oh really delicious

By Cooper H Paparoa Street School


The Cake

The cake is humongous!

The cake is chocolate!

Just waiting…

To be gobbled

I stare longingly

At the rising cake

Which is oozing

As fast as the speed of sound

I licked my chops,


Emma E Age: 8 Year: 4 Fendalton School


Where is Rusty?

Barbed wire,

a dog,

lying stranded,

the colour of a deer,

a black spot,


his left eye,


gaping out,

of his bare legs,

in need,

of a home.

Natalie H Age: 10 yrs Year: 6 Fendalton School


My Cousin skipped out with my cake while toppling all over the place
I held my breath
Hoping it wouldn’t tip,
she banged into the fridge
Knocking over the dip
Everyone jumped for joy
When she made it to the table
But then it slid off the table
That was the end of the cake!

Alice, I am 11 years old and go to Paparoa Street School


The Cake

The mountain of pudding
rises from it’s place
on a tray.

Icing, like fluffy clouds
floats on a soft sponge.

Layers of colour
meet the ceiling
and cease to move.

Jam joins slices
of cake to the next.

Toffee tunnels through
the centre and oozes out.

It’s sweet taste
leaves you waiting
for more.

Sadly its only part
of my imagination.

Vivien S 10 years old Paparoa Street School

A Book is a Book

You can take it to a nook

And have a look

It’s good for a cook

Less so for a crook


You can read it in the car

Or carefully in the spa

Take it near or far

Even teach yourself guitar!


A book can help you have a rest

Get you ready for a test

And some of the best

are published By Gecko Press!!!

By Gemma L Adventure School


Speed of Light

In the dark

The cheetah stalks

Muscular legs

Moonshine eyes


A bush moves

The cheetah sneaks

Twitching tail

Bristling fur


An animal races

The cheetah chases

Desert plains devoured

Fast as the Speed of Light


In the dark

The cheetah dashes

Successful attack

Deadly predator

Daniel L Adventure School

My favourite poems that sound good

Thanks for all the poems that sound good. I loved reading them all!

I asked you to play with how a poem sounds and gave you lots of tips. I have picked some of my favourites to post. Gemma and Daniel wrote poems that were about sounds. The words they chose captured those sounds brilliantly. Ewen wrote one poem in three different ways. She hid lots of different rhymes in her poems. Wonderful! Lily sent in three poems and I love the way each line sounds terrific. Words stand out.  The rhythm moves here and there. Say them out loud and see what you can hear. Congratulations all those who were picked to be posted.


I am sending Lily a copy of Jenny Bornholdt’s A Book is a Book because I think this poem book sounds really really good!


What I do

I let the white glistening powder float underneath my greased plastic feet.

Sometimes it leaves me isolated,

on a cold stone surface.

Bright snowy flakes shimmer in the sky.


A colourful world

Sky blue.

Lime green.

Compares to a river,

decorated with Dandy lines.

Why does Lime green,

Compare to sky Blue.


The life circle of tomorrow

Trees whispering. About all the secrets that the birds call.

Wind shouting. A soft song important to me.

Leaves crackling. As they swirl around.

Squirrels chattering. As they slowly stack up their nuts.


My name is Lily. I am Year 6 and I am 10 years old. I am from Fendalton school.


My Alarm Clock

The pattering of the shower

The booming of my brother

The tinkling of mum putting cutlery away

The hubblebubbling of the jug boiling

The whistle-chirping of birds outside my window

And the ga-donk of the furry purry thing jumping

down from my bed

Telling me to wake up

By Gemma, aged 9, Year 5, Adventure School, Whitby



Awful Sounds in the Night

What is that awful sound?

The squeal of a rusty car wheel?

The howl of a lonely wolf?

The screech of a fork dragging on a plate?

The kerdunk of cats in the night?

I creak open the door

And find something even worse…


It’s Daddy – singing in the shower!


By Daniel aged 6, Year 2, Adventure School, Whitby


Cars they zoom,
left, right, straight,
lights or roundabouts
in their way.

And I also did a longer one:

White or yellow
lines to follow.

Cyclists fight wind;
cars pollute air.

Cars they zoom,
left, right, straight,
lights or roundabouts
in their way.

Rules to abide,
but there’s still
crashes and accidents
on our roads.

And I wrote an around 20 word poem:


Cars they zoom,
left, right, straight,
lights or roundabouts
in their way.

Rules to abide,
but there’s still
crashes and accidents
on our roads.
Ewen W aged 12, Year 8, Cobham Intermediate School, Christchurch





Ewen’s cloudy poem on Poetry Box

At the beach this morning there was a rainbow arching over the lifeguard tower, the water looked like the painting of Otira Gorge by Van der Velden and the rain was driving into my face. All was grey and wet and extraordinary.

So it seemed very fitting to post Ewen W’s poem. She goes to Fendalton Open Air School in Christchurch. She is Year 6 and is aged 10.

I started to play around with her last line as I walked along the beach this morning. I saw a pin hole of blue so could picture the sun. Then I started to play with the last line. What else might a cloud have or be? Ewen’s poem took me on a great word adventure. I do think last lines are great to play with when you are writing a poem as they can take the reader in so many different directions. Great job Ewen!


Puffs of candyfloss roaming the sky

tears leaking from the white

a ball of heat hiding behind the clouds.

It’s cold and miserable,

but remember every cloud has a silver lining.