Saturday, 23 January 2016

Firework Poem as a shape poem.

A shape poem is a poem that is written in the shape of the thing that the poem is about. I've chosen an easy peasy object: a firework. The poem's shape is just the rectangular shape of the firework, so you don't even have to be good at drawing to have a go at this.

an adult
 to light 
the touch 
  paper. Stand  
    and wait…

FFFFFFFFFSssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh. Popopopopopopopopopopopopopopopop KABOOM! “Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”Flash bulb popcorn lights the sky. Fierce red flecks fall, fizzle and die. Glittery rainbows of hundreds and thousands. Dazzling space dust glistening zillions.Catherine wheels whirl, whisking dizzy sizzling twirls like silver tinsel spinning. Thrilled children watch grinning. “Woooahhhhhh! Did you see that one?” Write your name with a starry sparkler. Golden fountains; waterfalls white; bright crackles of blue and cherry bombs boom. “Oooooooooooh!” Bangers bang, whiz, zip zap zoom. Rockets flying to the moon. Whooooossssssssssh!Then hush…..Wheeeeeee! Wheeeeee! Wheeeeeeee!  Crash, flash Wheeeeeee! Wheeeeee! Fast crash, flash Wheeeeeeee! Crash, blast, flash! Wheeeee! A blast flashed past! Wheeeeee! Purple explosions; glimmers of glistering mint green glint. Roman Candles, colourful cascades, firecrackers casting magic. Shooting stars splutter, spit, skip and splash. Happy families gasp, gazing at the amazing, brilliant, blazing, firework display................. ........................ ..“HOOOORAY!”

Copyright Helên Thomas 

Thursday, 1 October 2015

I'm So Excited It's Halloween! video.

Now that we're in October, I'm spamming the world with this. Regular readers might recall that I wrote the poem for my nephew last year. I recently put this slide show together to accompany it. You can read the original blog post and poem here:

Friday, 14 August 2015

Diabetes Poem

Riding in an ambulance isn't much fun
Going really fast with the blue lights on

Off to the hospital to get a diagnosis
The doctor said to me, "You've got diabetes!"

The reason I was sick was the sugar in my blood
There was far too much of it which isn't very good
I need to test my blood sugar every single day
It doesn't take too long to make sure I'm OK

Insulin injections help me to stay well
So the glucose* in my blood can get into my cells

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I feel a whole lot better now, ready to have fun
Even though I've got diabetes (that's type 1)

I'm eating healthy food so I don't get ill
Mum's even bought a George Foreman Grill
Sometimes I have to ask, 
"Mummy can I eat these?"
But life is still sweet, despite my diabetes.

Glucose is the main type of sugar in the blood and is the major source of energy for the body's cells. Glucose comes from the foods we eat or the body can make it from other substances. Glucose is carried to the cells through the bloodstream. Several hormones, including insulin, control glucose levels in the blood.

Thursday, 19 February 2015

Things My Mum Likes

This poem is about my sister, not my mum, but has been requested by my nephew who gave me a list of things to include in the poem.

Things My Mum Likes

A nice cup of strong, dark brown coloured tea,

Cooking yummy dinners, so that she can feed me!

Mummy likes the sales in the shops when things are cheap,

When she's very tired, Mummy likes to sleep,

She likes coconut cake that her Mum used to make,

And going on holiday in summer for a break,

Something Mummy really likes is reading lots of books,

Most of them have stories, but some have recipes for cooks,

After she's been working hard, Mum likes to come back home,

And have a lovely bubble bath full of frothy foam. 

Thursday, 4 December 2014

I went walking... Autumn and Winter Poems.

As we're reaching the end of Autumn and on the cusp of Winter I thought I'd post these two stanzas from my poem, 'I Went For A Walk'. I'll have to remember to post the Spring stanza in a few months time to make up the full set. 

I went walking on an autumn day,
“And what did you see?” I hear you say,
I saw trees like skeletons;
Silhouettes whose leaves had gone,,
Blown away upon the breeze,
Leaving empty naked trees,
Beneath them lying on the ground, 
Bonfire colours: bronze, red, brown;
Dried leaves tinted pound coin gold,
And conkers to be bought and sold.
I saw russet squirrels scurry
After acorns in a hurry,
By mushrooms at the footpath’s edge,
Past ripe black-berries in the hedge,
As the autumn sun sets in the sky,
Plump, round and orange as pumpkin pie.

I went walking on a winter’s day,
“And what did you see?” I hear you say.
I saw shining ice shimmer,
Reflective like a mirror,
On the frozen solid pond, 
I saw some shivering swans
Slip and slide past gliding skaters,
Then I saw an alligator!
But, it was just a dried old log,
I saw a man walking a dog
Called Lucky who was black as night,
He chased the swans, and they took flight.
He barked and snarled with bright sharp teeth,
Spiked like icicles beneath
The bridges and the window ledges;
I saw children playing on sledges.

Writing Challenge. 
Wrap up warm and go for a walk. Maybe you could take a camera and take some photographs, or a note book to write down what you see. Then, when you get home, write a poem about what you saw on your walk. 

Use lots of descriptive words to paint a picture in your imagination. 

What or who did you see? How big? Was it tall or small? What colour? What shape? How many? What was it doing? Did it remind you of anything? What was happening? How did you feel about it? Don't worry about making the poem rhyme, just have a go at describing some of the things that you have seen.

Monday, 20 October 2014

Ghostly Haiku

I'm not very good at writing haiku poems, but I'm not going to let that stop me. There's a good explanation of how these poems work here.

I can usually manage the pattern of 5 beats (syllables) in the first line, followed by 7 in the second line, and 5 in the third line. I'm not sure if I'm particularly skilled at capturing the essence of a moment in nature that is the trademark of a really good haiku. Oh well, nevermind, here's a Halloween Haiku for you. Maybe you could have a go at writing one too - trust me, it's not that scary. I might even write some more...

Ghostly Haiku
silvery fleeting
wisps of grey there then not there
like an old man's hair

Sunday, 19 October 2014

I'm so excited, it's Halloween, Haunting time. I could scream!

Another poetry request from my nephew... 

 Scroll down for lyrics...

In fancy dress, I'll paint my face,
Pumpkin carving is really ace.
I'll save the inside orange gloop,
To cook a cauldron of spooky soup,
For zombies, ghosts and ghouls to eat,
Then off we go to  'trick or treat'.

I'm so excited, it's Halloween, 
Haunting time. I could scream!
I'm so excited, it's Halloween, 
Haunting time. I could scream!
I'm so excited, it's Halloween,
Haunting time. I could scream!

Out they come, the moon and stars,
Jack-o-lanterns light the dark.
Goblins giggle and werewolves howl,
"Too-wit-too-woo!" says a passing owl.
Witches cackle and lost souls moan.
Skeletons shimmy and shake their bones.

 I'm so excited, it's Halloween, 
Haunting time. I could scream! 
I'm so excited, it's Halloween, 
Haunting time. I could scream!
I'm so excited, it's Halloween,
Haunting time. I could scream!

Watch out for thirsty vampire bats,
And wicked witches with sleek black cats,
Casting spells in pointy hats,
Mixing potions with frogs and rats!
While Mum and Dad drink blood red wine,
Dracula dances with Frankenstein.  

I'm so excited, it's Halloween,
Haunting time. I could scream!
I'm so excited, it's Halloween, 
Haunting time. I could scream!
I'm so excited, it's Halloween, 
Haunting time. I could scream!

Poem © Helên Thomas 2014