POETRY FOR CHILDREN Page2
Where as a kid i played
I remember the quarries and the little shaded nook the meadows where we built our dens next to the little brook
The trees that soared up to the skies where birds hid and built their nests the hidden place behind the church where no one ever looked there best
Each summertime on warehams walls where lizards all did squirm amongst the adder and the ferns where the shiny fat slow worms
All hid themselves from man and beast wherein the kids did play close by the river frome and stour i remember as if it twer yesterday
The canford walks with sandy lanes and gorse bush spreading free where gypsy man and gypsy tan mixed so heavenly
The hills and dips where robbers hid we as cowboys played at dawn where robins sang and everyone was happy in their place
I remember it like yesterday as johnny onion came to call with bicycles laden rich with giant dangling onion balls
The streets were narrow then and the hedges graced the fields where sparrows chirped each day at dawn and flew off window sills
The lights were dim and green so blessed with ironmongery rich whilst sailors sailed from old Poole quay whilst gals they took a hitch
The rabbits ran across the downs whilst guns were fired at dawn whilst farmers chased the foxes and the daisies graced the lawns
I remember summers long when winter snow was thick we hid upon the bracken then close by the liitle ditch
Our dens were neat and tidy with straw and mattress thick we ran the hills and downs of land that man took and sold off for rich
I recall the ins and outs the little shop nearby where sherbet dibs were squandered for some gals pleasant eye
The running brooks and meadows sweet with rhododendrons nearby it vanished in a moment as all the years went bye.
Childhoods dream
Locked in their world of close circuit TV reality life and crude imagery far away from the streets of their play liberty
The jingles they play whilst the media tells lies whilst their childhood is lost in their sadness and smiles
The thunder it roared and the prophets foretold of days yet to be when childhood grew old like the limbs on the trees and fields left to roam but the candle was dimmed and their visions where closed
Their masters and kinfolk guided their dreams with take away foods and horrific loud screams
There was food on the table and news on the spree where doctrines and war crimes paraded for thee
The masters of visions crafted their dreams with false words and logic no room for ice cream
The songs and the rhymes were lost in the maze of corrupted lost childhoods in the latest whizz craze
The songsters were singing the same dulcet tones with bleached hair and promises wrapped up in gold poems
The streets they were quiet no sounds of child's play another dream over at the end of the day
Whilst a comic gave rant and a poet he prayed for a childhood forsaken and a vision waylaid.
IN A LAND OF RHYME
I listened to the little people who lived beneath rainbow hill where flowers grew on sandy lanes and the air was oh so still
Where the sun shone o'er the mountains across the fields of green where robins chirped their morning song and winters came to soon
I heard their laughter giggles amongst the sky of blue where rabbits hopped upon the downs and Betty lost her shoe
I smiled away the hours there listening to their song where dreams were made on happiness and verse went on and on
The shadows never fell there or cast their ugly spells where Truth and love was granted in words of love and song
The foxes chased each evening where streams were cool and clear where seagulls soared across the skies with sounds of running deer
I heard the children's laughter and frolics on the downs where heather grew in abundance on land owned by the crown the world was set in motion when the tide was rich in spray like heaven in its glory and ships docked in the bay.
THE FOREST OF ENCHANTMENT.
In the forest of enchantment where the mystical maiden dwells there's a castle of adventure with a golden wishing well sparky rings the bells there the princess light the fire the unicorns all dance there their stories never tire
The grand mama was speechless the king was on his throne shy Anne was cooking dinner ray ray ray was on the phone they all ate frogs for dinner along with turtle soup the limeys were all joking the yanks played hula hoops
There were flowers in the gardens the moon was on the wane the school was full of nonsense I heard the song again the PC it was burning grandma was on line the dinner was in the oven shy Anne said watch the time
The babe was blowing raspberry's playing robin hood Dorset was writing poetry the wolf was in the woods the cock was crowing in the yard the dogs began to bark the song of silence was declared there were dandy lions in the park
There were sunbeams in the heavens I saw a shooting star in the forest of enchantment he strummed his ole guitar the castle walls were guarded just like Wal-Mart doors there were maidens at the windows princes in the halls
The queen was singing just like Elton the knave was in the pack the joker was in hiding somewhere around the back The children were excited the master turned his key the magic was enchanted the night that she met me.
Land of Nod
I went one day to the land of nod
where the fairies and pixies did play where the five bar gates opened life's fates where moonshine and sunshine were one
I dreamed I saw there a prince I declare with kingdoms and continents rich where the ladies were fair with long golden hair where their wishes of wonders were free I stumbled upon there a wishing well chair with water that stretched to the sea
The master of time rang a bell at that time when the bells of the church they did chime all rang there as one as the music begun whilst the fables were old of tales left untold though the teller was rich in his verse
The sunset was rich like the shadows of pitch whilst the boys with their drums played for free a masterly roll with a saunterly stroll whilst the sailors were all lost at sea.
Childrens Nursery Rhymes
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songs-for-children/TheMuffinMan.mp3 The kids who Con -ker -ed Dorset
They were the conkerers of Dorset the children of the south they collected all those conkers to save the lives of men and the prayers of spouse
During the war of trenches they collecting those conkers in the sun and rain just seven and six a hundred weight each sack it saved a life again and again
In the battlefields of poppies in the south of France They sent them to the munitions factory to cordite they became to save the lives of soldiers and the bravest of brave men
Just a store set there in Holton heath by warehams leafy lanes
Where cordite was explosive that saved the lives of men the Dorset children saved the day that's all i can explain when they collected millions of conkers from Dorset's leafy lanes
WINNIE THE POOH
Today I Went to visit London Zoo Home of that great bear Winnie the Pooh I Heard the story of before the first world war when Winnie came to these old English shores
Baby Winnie came from Winnipeg The Canadian bear saved from the wilds The soldier boy took him to his heart then in that great war they had to part
From Canada to Salisbury plains he nursed that baby and to regents park came there Winnie the bear grew to fame in the hearts of children and minds of men
In Regents Park Zoo in London Town he grew in stature in the hearts of men children came to love him there that cuddly tame and lovely bear
Mr Milne took his son Christopher Robin there with his boyish looks and his curly hair Christopher loved that little bear more than lollipops or rides at the batter sea fair
Then when the soldier returned after the war he donated Winnie to London Zoo for sure Whilst London kids loved that wee little bear Mr Milne wrote his tales of Pooh the Bear In Honor of Winnie the Canadian Bear. You can see his statue in the children's zoo there.
CAROUSEL DREAMS
Circuses and fairgrounds with bright shinning lights fairies a dancing and wishes in sight
Gypsies in meadows with sweet horse and carts scenes of the country and songs of the lark
There's places and memories in their dreams of the night childhood lullabies and hearts to hold tight fanciful stories like treasures at sea amongst old tin soldier and old memories
A fortress and castles stand high on a hill with rainbows and wishing well with waters so still
Songs of the master with words full of rhyme jingle jangle melodies like love on the vine
Witches and goblins and cauldron to stew songs of the starlings and a penny for you creative and fanciful yet full of good cheer with children out playing with voice in full gear
Laughter and jolliness with humbled refrains scenes of the country and patter of rain sunshine and flowers to brighten their days pastel shades painted of country roads haze
Fillip and frolics and gave merry chase with honey n ice cream all over their face nights at the fairgrounds and people you meet all in their dreams whilst the worlds fast asleep.
DREAMLANDS.
Dogs that run and lambs that leaped rainbows ends and wishing wells within worlds of wonders and super tales
Where little dreamers often go to cast their thoughts in rain or snow where goblins dance and fairy's play within the fields of dreams each day
Where Stevenson and Hans Christian Anderson awoke in a world of richness quite remote where lads and lassies soared in hopes wherein the language where dreams eloped
Upon the fields of green and down where ships did sail and soared to towns to islands rich in treasure troves amidst the sands and rocky coves
Where castles high in pleasant scenes where knights and maidens set the scenes therein the hollow of a view the sailor sailed to voyage anew
In imagination land of kings and queens where Raleigh and drake set the scene where adventures rich in pirates bold fought their battles gained riches gold
The story tellers tales were told upon the battlefields of Moore where robin gave chase to one and all in Sherwood forests leaves of green they sheltered in the evergreens
Where jack and Jill met BO peep too where Cinderella lost her shoe the clock did strike the hour of two where nelson met Bonaparte at Waterloo.
SILLY STORY sRHYMES.
In the house of great pretence he shuffled up the jack of hearts then left Truth on the bench
The castle moat was dirty you could see the stench in rhyme his lover flew the nest and travelled back in time
The castle guards were wise men they all went on the spree sold off all their wisdom for a night of revelry
The maids were all rogue wenches with broken hearts and souls they gave up all pretences and watched their heartaches grow
The queen of hearts she dated the king of Gypsies fool he promised her true love that day though her pa did not approve
the maids of honour stumbled from prayers they all did say then they danced until the morning light and he stole their hearts astray
Its a jingle jangle hierarchy you can read it every day as you wallow in the morning papers and what the wise men say
The king of Europe borrows a gift of gold they say then sailed upon the milky way all on a Saturday
The tales of woes they christened upon the knights best books where lines of stanzas flourished and fools all took a look
The ducks they quacked at daybreak and the sky was full of rain the cows all mooed at natures dawn and fools took a hike again . FAIRY STORIES
They sprinkled fairy dust on the moon today whilst the cow and the goat were out at play the fairies were looking for the rainbows end over the dell where the road doth bend
The boys and girls were playing skip to my loo when the cat and the fiddle met little boy blue someone stole my dreams away then sold them to the girl named may
The carousel waltzed and the big top showed pretty pictures that made no sense and nobody knows the robin danced and the pixie did a jig whilst tommy the fiddler chased a big fat pig.
PLAY TIMES CHILDHOOD
Childhood tears and grazed young knees games of chase and girls to tease summer days on farmers lands many wishes holding hands kisses chased and tumbling fun there besides the rabbits run
Conker trees and minnow nets river banks and summer guests seaside antics in the sand listen to the Weymouth band rocks of white and seagull flights kites to fly and wars to fight
Cowboys Indians and robin hood dogs to chase and always told to be good sweets to savour and gum to chew chase a girl tissue tissue castles tall and rainbow skies daisy chains and lullaby's
Trains to ride and seeds to sow cows in pasture n rodeo whips to crack and stones to throw geese to chase and falling snow hills to climb and dens to build brothers and sisterhoods
Soccer games in banter play school is out for holiday flick card fun and darts to throw childhood pleasures long ago.
CONTEMPORARY POETRY |
Childhood dreamland
Amongst the gnomes of play there's a whispering in the night a promise of yesterday
Twixt a hundred million promises where dreams are made to fall there's a world of seven wonders the good lord made them all
Where wishes wells are gifted aside the seven seas where heartbeats they are lifted like lovers on a spree
There's a hidden voice that calls one from somewheres way up high above the clouds and sunsets where mysteries hurry by
Down through the chains of dew dusts where daisies bend or fall there's hope and joy and laughter amidst Truth forever more
There's a rainbow in the sky there where starlight comes to call amongst the golden roads to sleep we've been there one and all.
GRANDMAS TREASURE.
At the bottom of her garden was grandmas treasure trove it was buried in a hole at least that was what were told
We kids all went there daily to see what they could find at the bottom of her garden they left their world behind
Some said she hid her treasures pots of gold and dust some said it was a measure of all her love and trust
We looked beneath the apple trees the gooseberry bushes too but all we found was nettles along with slow worms and a shoe
They say that grandma Alice was rich in tales of lore she sang her hymns there daily believed in love not war
She was a salvation soldier with bonnet on her hair she sat in gods own citadell thats where yould find her there
On Sundays she would tell us that jesus christ was king her words were kind and open you should have heard her sing
We never found that pot of gold beneath the orchard trees we discovered love and thruth instead the searching made us free
STEVENSON'S DAYS
Next to the bathroom at the top of the stairs I remember as children we all said our prayers the lines of the tables and verse oh so neat the manners of gentlefolk we all learned to speak
There was food on the table though morsels were meek we were strong in our culture and our language was weak we learnt from our masters and held back our tears as we curtsied and frolicked throughout our play years
The poets were sound then with lines oh so sweet there were hawkers and pedlar's all run down the streets the air it was cold and the hares they did run the farmland was plentiful by the roar of the gun
The fables and stories we were all told our heroes were wise men and the hills made of gold the church bells they rang and the congregation grew there was laughter abroad then and boats sailed from Poole. |
A CHILD AT PLAY
With phrases of innocence in grandmas sweet pies face full of laughter with keen starry eyes weathered the storms and tormented skies
Hand me down pages of red white and blue joys of the Son and little boy blue songs of the master as they go off to bed lullaby dreamers with angelic heads
Trips to the market with Sarah and Jane peter the piper plays his sad refrain storybook tales set for a king with knight in white Armour and ballads to sing
Down through the ages with reason and rhyme tales of the bold and medieval times cuckoo clock medley with rumpleshiltskins boast a day in the country or out to the coast
Farmer Giles ponies and new Forest walks ladies and gentlemen with upstanding talks pigs in the pig sties and cows in the shed with little boy blue there just a laying his head
Cock birds a crowing and lambs out to play church bells a ringing in the village today noddy and big ears and sweet Mary Jane stories that tumble again and again
Faces of innocence or mischievous grins teasing the girls or his latest whim kites that are flying high upon the hills a purbeck site greets you with scenes yet to kill
Masters and dragons with free flowing locks girl guides and scouts all tying their knots walks in the Forest and bramble bush spins car rides and airports and ring a ding ding
Kiss chase and hopscotch and hidey ho too soccer with no posts and buckle your shoe candle light memories with tales yet to share granfers tales told from his old rocking chair.
SLEEPY HEAD
The little man slumbers the hours forgets all that’s been said sleeping the nighttimes dreams away far from the hours spent in his land of play the spinning tops still now the soccer ball lays the fish are still swimming in the streams by the hill the lights have gone out in the streets down below the storybooks over at the end of the show
The feet that were swift have rested tonight there's pillows of slumber and teeth pearly white a nod of the head and a dream to recall there's games left there strewn at the foot of the hall the day it was hectic down at the fair with carousel rides and Ferris wheel there Candy's to lick and girls to give chase now a bundle of mischief sleeps in this place
Mornings of play times and games still to run birdsong and rabbits and the ding a ling songs trees to climb daily and a river to sail kites in the sky and a wish at the well frolics in forests and playmates to chase bundles of fun in this time and this space antics and frantic and new sports to try all are the pleasures of play in his eyes
Singing and dancing with friends down the lane spills in the park and songs in the rain splashing in puddles again and again
a world to explore and not a moment to lose now sound asleep in his rhapsody snooze.
CHILDRENS NURSERY RHYMES
crickle tales
At nipple creek when the sun went down all Gods children wore a crown there were knights in Armour and plates of gold when all the wishes were never told at nigh high hill beneath the clouds all the terrorists were in a shroud all the gospels were told as one when God gave manna to all his sons at Topsy turvy where wheels did spin there were no more tales and no more spin the patriot soldiers never went to war folks bathed naked upon the shore at take your hat off to the queen the flags were waved and the Truth was seen there were coach and horses on display when everyone had a holiday in tinkle town near yonder verse the poets rhymed all unrehearsed the goats all butted the time of day then all the donkeys neighed away at crispy corner in the dead of night one man got drunk and had a fright the master craftsman designed a stool with just one leg or was it two in dingle dangle hopscotch town the people wore wide under gowns the fires cracked and spat out heat when all the fools went asleep | LINKS
THE VILLAGE CHILDREN
We were the village children lost to reels of rhyme we were stranded in our imaginations lost in another place and time
We were the village children just let out to play we wallowed in our innocence trapped in this moment today
We were the village children destined t impart our dreams and fantasies of love like a candle wick just sparked
We were the village children all grown old in time lost our hopes and innocence planted on the vine.
WEE SMALL HOURS
In the wee small hours of the morning when the world was still asleep they came creeping into my slumbers just to take a peep
There was solitude and sleepyhead and contemplation too and not forgetting restfulness noddy head and crew
They slipped into my slumbers disturbing all my dreams waking all my intellect imagination too thats why I'm wide awake and writing this to you.
Childrens rhyme and verse
MY CHILDHOOD DAYS
childrens poetry |
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