It pays to google yourself from time to time to see who is doing what with your copyrighted work. Found this today. It’s breaking my copyright, but done very nicely.
The Lightsaber Kid
Open the lid
and out jumps
The Lightsaber Kid.
I want to call
the piece of tubing he uses
a Light Saver.
He calls it a Light Chamber.
He deflects bullets with it.
I made a vid
of him in action.
He liked it.
get back in your box.
So he did
This poem previously appeared on PolaroidBlipfoto.
This place is full of scenery.
There’s not a shop in sight.
I need to buy a burger.
There’s nothing here I like.
There’s nothing here I like.
It’s all hills and trees and lakes
and oldies who love hiking.
I need to phone my mates.
I need to phone my mates
and tell them what I’m going through.
I have to trek for hours
just to admire a view.
‘Just admire that view,’
is all my dad can say.
He’s driving me round the bend.
I’ve got to get away.
I’ve got to get away
from fresh air and greenery.
I need noise and traffic.
This place is full of scenery!
Back To School?
Back to school after the Christmas break?
Finding it hard to stay awake?
The Head’s in her office, head on the desk
All she needs is a little more rest
But now’s the time to raise a smile
Into the hall, the kids all file
And though half term seems a long way off
There’s still cake in the staffroom that you can scoff
Bernard is available for workshops in schools, particularly primary age (KS1/KS2). He is based in Manchester, but happy to travel further afield. Over the years he’s also worked successfully in partnership with Road Safety officers combining the road safety message with creative writing. To book Bernard for a workshop in your school, see Contact page.
Image credit: “Luxembourg Vianden Nut-fair 10” by PlayMistyForMe – Own work. Licensed under CC BY 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons – http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Luxembourg_Vianden_Nut-fair_10.jpg#mediaviewer/File:Luxembourg_Vianden_Nut-fair_10.jpg
Driving Home For Christmas?
Will you be driving home for Christmas, Eddie
On a dark and dismal day?
I hope you make it back, Eddie
And that everything’s ok
You might be someone’s daddy, Eddie
Yes, you might be someone’s dad
Not a fuddy-duddy daddy
But the sort that makes kids glad
That Dad’s at home for Christmas
And adding to the fun
Delivering hugs for all the children
And big kisses just for… Mum!
It’s a tough job being a poet.
I’m surprised it’s not better paid.
Perhaps there should be guided tours of workshops
so non-poets can see how poems are made?
There’s no respite if you’re a poet.
You’re working all the time.
You have to get on it if there’s a call for a sonnet.
And people expect you to rhyme.
It’s more demanding than being a surgeon.
It’s harder than digging a road.
We deserve much longer holidays than teachers.
It can be stressful writing an ode.
We sometimes work until lunchtime
if we need to complete a quatrain.
Yes, it’s a tough job being a poet
but you’ll never hear us complain.
Remember a poet can be an enthusiastic inspiring addition to your classroom all year round, not just for National Poetry Day. If you’d like to know what I can do in your school, please contact me.
Chat To The Cat
Chat to the cat
about this and that.
Pass the time of day.
She’ll not disclose your secrets
but she’ll absorb
every word you say.
Confess to the cat
Confide in the cat
for she’ll disappear
when she’s heard enough
and perhaps ferry your fears,
maybe transport your tears,
possibly carry your cares
I’ve posted some other reminders and resources for National Poetry Day already, but here’s video that may inspire ideas and discussion.
Remember by Christina Rossetti
Do you remember
when summers were longer
and ice creams were bigger
and the sun rose like a messiah
and cast his love over the land
and all his worshippers turned pink
to show that they had been blessed
(for who, all that time ago,
although they knew not to look directly at him,
would want to shield themselves from him or think
to use sun block – which probably hadn’t been invented –
for who, I say unto you, would have imagined
that such a mighty being
would ever do them any harm)?
Thus his faithful followers
lay down before him
day after day
again and again
for ever and ever, Amen.
This poem previously appeared on blipfoto.