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A New Anthology of Poems About Objects

I recently purchased this anthology of poems about objects from the Sun Book Shop in Yarraville. It supports the notion that ideas exist in things. I believe it would make a meaningful addition to a school's poetry resources. I can envision a resourceful teacher of poetry using student owned and cherished artifacts to inspire young writers to launch their own poetry from these treasures.To further assist readers to appraise this collection of poems I have added an abridged addition of a review by Carole Phillips, Greenacres Elementary School, Scarsdale NY. Carole's review provides a comprehensive overview of this book.'Poet Paul Janeczko has joined with illustrator Raschka to create this anthology of poetry for young people. The 50 selections are arranged in nine sections, each representing a different time period, from the early Middle Ages to the present day. The common thread is objects. The title poem discusses the demise of hat wearing in our society, while others tak…

Cereal Killer- A Rant Poem

I have been having so much fun lately exploring rantpoetry. Poets have long written about the things that vex(annoy) them. The practice of ranting in poetic versedates back to Ancient Greece, Rant poetry has flourished through time.Rant poetry comes in all shapes and sizes,but it is most commonly defined as a free-verse poemwritten about an exasperating subject. They can be aboutany thing that aggravates, pesters, or otherwise drivesyou crazy. This  poem is based on a frustration that began in my childhood and persists to this very day.
Cereal Killer
Alan j Wright It’s Saturday morning I’m awake And therefore I’m hungry I shuffle to the pantry I stare The shelf is bare There’s nothing there I’m old Mother Hubbard Once more at the cupboard I have a bowl A spoon Milk And there’s not a sign of Wheat Bix No packet No crumb I’m crestfallen, glum Somewhere out there Lurks a cereal killer
I’m ravenous My stomach, cavernous I’m starvin’ Marvin This is immense It has me intense It’s a big deal Earth shattering …well, ma…

Exploring Theme in Poetry With Emerging Writers

There is so much more to poetry than haiku and acrostics. Yet, so many young poets never get to experience the rich breadth of poetry beyond these highly structured forms. Why?
Primarily, it’s about their teachers comfort levels with poetry. We often teach to what we know, meaning that being adventurous and taking young poets into new realms is not part of the poetic landscape for many. This sells young poets and poetry itself short.
Last week I had the pleasure to again work with a group of young poets from Derrimut Primary School grade 5/6 in Melbourne’s west. We have been exploring patterns and repetition in poetry. We have explored personification as a literary device to develop the writing of poetry. We delved into the idea of writing through a mask to provide inanimate and animate entities with a voice. They told stories in words from their own perspective.
On this occasion we again went to the edges and began to explore poetry through themes. We discussed a range of possible theme…

More Rant Poetry

I started out to write a rant poem and ended up here. It's a mild rant about the way some songs end up as unwanted refrains annoying our brains...
The World is Full of Silly Songs

They say Pop music is getting dumber That it’s written for eight year olds It’s simple It’s dumb With syrupy rhymes and grammar crimes Lame lyrics And little to ponder Sound bubbles blown out In monotonous tones
Well, I’m not a kid anymore But I remember Yummy, yummy, yummy I‘ve got love in my tummy And I remember Someone left the cake out in the rain and I don’t think that I can take it  And I remember My girl Lollipop, she makes my heart go giddy-up
Lame lyrics are not new They crisscross time These terrible tunes Get stuck in our heads Earworms bore into our brains Snippets of irritating pop songs On endless loops Buzz like mosquitoes An unbroken record Bopping around in the brain
They say Pop music is getting dumber That it’s written for eight year-olds It’s simple It’s dumb With syrupy rhymes and grammar crimes
Well, that’s pop musi…