This is my playground for poetry written for children with ideas and inspiration for writing your own poems. Come on in. Sit for a spell, have a cup of words to swirl around and make your own cup of poetry. I'm so glad you are here. I hope you'll find the Kingdom of Poetry a fun place to be.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Oral Report

I have to speak
in front of the class.
I told my teacher
I wanted to pass.

"You have to give
your oral report."
"I'd rather not,"
was my retort.

Giving speeches
 isn't fun.
I wish this part was
already done.

I know I shouldn't 
worry, fret or care,
But, I can't think of the class
in their underwear.

   How are you at public speaking?  Has anyone told you to think of your audience in their underwear as a way to get over nervousness?  It doesn't work.  The people who tell you that aren't afraid to get up and speak.  Maybe you'd like to write a poem about giving oral reports today.  Have fun writing your poem.  I think I'm going to try writing about the underwear the speaker sees for a funny poem.  Enjoy your day.

I saw a woman with a t-shirt that had FLOURISH printed on the front.  It made me think FLOURISH is a great word.

Monday, March 27, 2017


Colorful flashes
winging by,
Parakeets fly
in my sky.
in the palm tree
to roost for the night.
Colorful parakeets,
what a delight.

   My husband and I were sitting on the lanai having dinner last evening, and some parakeets flew past.  It was the topper to a perfect day.  Earlier we had found time for a bicycle ride down by the beach.
It was a beautiful day.  I love how we use our beaches for gatherings.

There are lots of covered picnic tables that groups use.  We had a hard time finding an empty table to sit and drink our water while we watched the people and the waves.

I did see this colorful tree.
Someone tied colorful paper streamers to the tree and the ocean breeze had them fluttering in the wind.

It is so easy to have a celebration on island because you just tell your family, neighbors and friends, "Meet me at the beach."  This is the gathering that went with those streamers.

Gatherings are so much fun.  Since it is a holiday today, can you try writing a poem about a holiday, a party or a gathering?  Then find a friend to read your poem to.  Have fun celebrating your poem.

Today is Prince Kuhio Day in Kauai.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

The House on the Hill

Good Night

Everything is quiet.
Everything is still.
Everyone is sleeping
at the house on the hill.

The chickens are resting.
They don't make a peep.
The cows in the pasture
are sound asleep.

The little boy is tucked
warm in his bed,
a cool pillow nestles
under his head.

Ocean waves lap
down at the shore.
The little boy's daddy
has started to snore.

The palm trees sway,
a coconut drops.
It hits the ground
with a dull thudding

But no one hears it
up on the hill
'cause they're all in bed
and all sleeping still.

The moon smiles down
from the sky above,
on the house on the hill
and the sleepers he loves.

   Some poems just insist on coming.  I woke up in the middle of last night and I could hear the quiet.  I'm excited about this poem because I can see the pictures I want to draw to go with it.  When you wake up in the middle of the night, what do you hear?  Can you write a poem about that?  Have fun writing your own poem.

Today is Poetry Friday, a day to have fun and celebrate poetry.  If you'd like to read more poetry posts and more great poetry Catherine is hosting the round up this week on her blog at https://readingtothecore.wordpress.com/   Thanks, Catherine for being a great host.

Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing... Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Ancient Mariner

Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.  William Golding, Pincher Martin, chapter 6.


Egrets take to their wing.
Shama trill and lilt notes ring.
The myna birds do their bird thing.

Cows in the pasture bray their moo.
I'm glad to be here, wish you were too.

The man on the corner
is washing his car
all the while singing
to a distant star.

The weather is better.
Yes, it is spring
and I can't think
of a more enjoyable thing.

Aaaaah, Spring. 

   What things do you notice with spring?  Mary Oliver has a line in her poem The Summer Day, "I don't know exactly what prayers is.  I do know how to pay attention."  Every time I pause to notice things around me, I wonder am I paying close enough attention.  I need to practice--a lot.  How do you practice paying attention?  What have you noticed today?  What have you learned today?  Can you try writing a poem about that?    Then try drawing a picture to go with your poem.  Today I was playing with digital drawing.  My picture was drawn on my computer using a program called Paper 53.  I need to learn more about the program, but for now I had fun playing.  I hope you find time to play today, too.  After all, it is spring.

   A shama is a local bird, only found on Kauai and O'ahu.  Also known as the White Rumped Thrush, it has a red-orange chest like a robin.  It is considered to by the most gifted song bird on our island. It was first introduced to Kauai from Malaysia in 1931 and released on O'ahu in 1940.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring-- Gerald Manley Hopkins

Monday, March 20, 2017


Last night
when I went to bed
I could still
smell the fragrance
of flowers I'd
put in a vase
on my dresser,
the sweet yellow
trumpets of daffodils.

   What is your favorite flower? Daffodils speak to me of happiness, joy and laughter.  They are Springtime. Can you write a poem about a flower today?  Have fun writing.

The cow's favorite flower is a buttercup.  What flower does a cow wear?  A cowslip. 

Friday, March 17, 2017

Game Time

In the afternoon
when teacher
turns us loose
my friends and I
play duck, duck,

We tap
the goose
and then
we run.
Duck, duck
goose is
so much fun.

   What is your favorite circle game?  Do you know Ring-Around-the-Rosy, Flying Dutchman, Drop the Handkerchief, Squirrels-in-a-Tree?  What other games do you know?  Can you write a poem today for one of your games?  Would someone reading your poem know how to play the game?  Have fun thinking about what to write and how you are going to put your poem together.  Then have fun writing.  Try drawing a picture to go with your poem.

   He said, we can't all be Cinderella or the prince.  I want to know why.  I believe we can.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

It's that time again

My friends have snow.
It's two feet deep.
Their chilly weather,
they can keep.

Here on my island,
we've a tropical breeze
with lots of sunshine
and sand on our knees.

I got up early this morning to talk to a friend on the East Coast.  We ended up laughing and she called me a "Baby, just starting out."  My day had just begun while she was in the late afternoon of her day.  Do you have friends in other time zones?  How does that effect your talking to them?  Can you write a poem about a different time today?  It may be the differences between day and night, or different ages.  What if you could travel back in time?  Who would you talk to?  Or can you travel into the future?  Time is a man-made construct, so why do we have 24 hours in a day?  Don't sailors work on a four hour schedule of bells?
Anyway, I hope you have some time to play with poetry today and to have a good time.  Write on!

Today I will take my time slowly, thank you.