Poems

Last night I saw the jungle breathing
Leaves exhaled in and out
Branches wiggled their fingers
And the trees
In the breeze
Put on a show for all to see

Last night I saw the jungle laughing
Plants got the giggles
Trees split their sides,
And the branches noisily waved their arms

Last night I saw the jungle dancing
Palm trees swayed in the breeze
Trees wiggled their hips all over the place
And the plants
In the breeze
Twirling and twisting

Last night I saw the jungle starving
Flowers smacked their lips
And plants wilted
Monkeys swinging, trying to find food

Last night I saw the jungle crying
Leaves bowed to the lonely trees
Animals rubbed their swollen eyes

Last night I saw the jungle sleeping
Animals dreamed
Stars quietly boasted
‘When I grow up I am going to be a shooting star.’
And in the wind
Like a butterfly

I will put in the bag
The soft silk of a blanket
Water from a sparkling waterfall
The trees touching the sky

I will put in the bag
A chair with stomping feet – ‘bang!’
A cup of the coldest water
A flash of bright lightning

I will put in the bag
Three silver coins
The first word of a new born
The last smile of an ancient uncle

I will put in the bag
A short season and a bright sun
A fairy on a farm
And a farmer on a unicorn

My bag is made of gold and silver
With flowers all around and smiles in the corners
Its fabric is the finger joints of a child

I will stroll in my bag
On the twirling leaves
Then walk across the soggy grass
The colour of a tree

I will put in my pocket
A snowball fight with my dog
Water from an undiscovered country
The tip of a finger touching a snowflake

I will put in my pocket
Three dark secrets written in hieroglyphics
And the first noise for a new born puppy
A static spark from a witch’s fingers

I will put in my pocket
Two spiteful wishes spoken in Spanish
And the first step for a producer
And the last word for a British soldier

I will keep in my pocket
An elegant and beautiful sun
And an evil disgusting moon
A fighter pilot in a Taxi
And a Taxi driver in a blitz crusader

My pocket is fashioned with
Summoning silk
With shadows on the floor and light on the ceiling
Its hinges are filled with all the happiness of the world

I will hide in my pocket
Viciousness to animals
And I will wash away all of the extinction threats to animals

I will put in my box

A single secret whispered in my ear
The last tear shared at an ancestor’s funeral
A melting snow flake on the tip of my nose

I will put in my box

Five gentle soldiers that fought in the war
A drop of grey water from Lake Lachrymose
A wardrobe of delicate dancing clothes.

I will put in my box

Four silent tasks tackled by a loving mum
The funniest memories of an older cousin
The last time I went to sleep

I will put in my box

The first brown leaf of autumn
Ten of the shiniest pennies from a wishing well
An icicle from the top of Mount Fuji

My box is fashioned from platinum copper and diamond
With a mind of its own
The lid is a bullet proof cover for protection

I shall sit in my box
In the corner with my secrets
Then come out a year later and the sky will be blue
The colour of the bluest butterfly

I will put in my pocket,
The swish of a snowy storm,
Ice lays on the Atlantic,
The tip of a tongue touching a snowflake.

I will put in my pocket,
A reindeer with a glowing nose,
A sip of hot chocolate a cold Christmas Eve,
A thrown snowball from a young boy,

I will put in my pocket,
Three peaceful wishes spoken by Santa,
The last joke from a Christmas cracker,
And the Christmas for a new born baby

I will put in my pocket,
The last season and a bundle of presents,
Santa in a race car,
And a racer in a sleigh.

My pocket is fashioned from ice bark and snow,
With a shining star and Christmas trees in the corners,
Santa sitting down with elves guarding him.

I shall dive in my presents,
In the great grotto of the wild North Pole,
Then wash ashore for the presents of Xmas,
The colour of festive times!

The teachers are doing their work
but they think it is boring
My teacher is very strict sometimes

I will put in the velvet bag,
The swish of a dragon’s tail on a dark night,
Water fresh from a waterfall
The tip of a ruler touching paper

I will put in the velvet bag,
A Jakub with a rumbling belly
A smelly sneaker worn by John
An elephant riding unicorn

I will put in the velvet bag,
Spotty balloons filled to the brim with wishes spoken in French
The last breath of an ancient granddad
The first letter of a baby

I will put in the velvet bag
A fifth eye of an alien
A dog with a cotton ball
A cat with a bone

My bag is fashioned of leather and velvet
With gems on the sides and secrets in the corners
The hinges are toe joints of a derpasuarus

I shall surf in my velvet bag

On great tsunamis
Of japan
Then wash ashore upon a beautiful golden beach

I will put in the locker

The smell of a sweaty sneaker on a damp evening
Water from the nozzle of a deodorant bottle
A tip of a towel hung on the back of the door.

I will put in the locker

A tree with a weeping trunk
A ray of golden sun (from a summer’s day)
A twinkling star from a galaxy far away.

I will put in the locker

Three wishes spoken in three different languages
The last moan at Mr Brenton’s joke
And the first time I saw your face

I will put in the locker

Second season and a blue moon
An alien on a white horse
And a prince in a space ship
My locker is fashioned from platinum ice and silver
With whispers in the corners and locks on the door
Its handle is the arm of a crocodile.

I shall bath in my locker
Wallowing in the ocean’s bubbles of forever
And dry myself on a scorching hot beach
That is as hot as the embers

I will put in my pocket

The swish of a snowy storm on a winter’s night,
Ice laying on the Atlantic,
The tip of a tongue touching a snowflake.

I will put in my pocket

A reindeer with a glowing nose,
The sip of hot chocolate on a cold Christmas Eve,
A thrown snowball from a tough boy.

I will put in my pocket

Three peaceful wishes spoken by Santa,
The last joke from a Christmas cracker,
And the first Christmas for a new born baby.

I will put in my pocket

The last season and a bundle of presents,
Santa in a race car,
And a racer in a sleigh.

My pocket is fashioned from ice, bark and snow,
With a shining star and Christmas trees in the corner,
Santa sitting down with elves guarding him.

I shall dive in my presents ,
In the great grotto of the wild North Pole,
Then wash ashore the last presents of Xmas,
The colour of Festive times!

I will put in the capsule
The shimmer of a star on a winter’s night,
The tip of a leaf touching a branch,

I will put in the capsule
A fir tree with a full stomach,
A sip of the saltiest ocean,
A leaping fuse of a power cut,

I will put in the capsule
Three grey pearl wishes of a dove,
The last laugh of a grandad,
The first giggle of a new-born.

I will put in the capsule
A ripe summer’s morning and a golden sun,
A witch on a horse,
A cowboy on a sea creature.

My capsule is fashioned from lava, gemstones and emeralds,
With moons on the lid and darkness in the corners,
Its hinges are the arm joints of a knight.

I shall paint in my capsule
The elegant-high-golden-carriage of the queen,
Then arriving at the palace,
The detail more intricate than a puzzle.