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This is the place to be for poetry fun – watch this space for interviews with the best children’s poets, poetry news, poems of course, drawings, and all round poetry fun! Here’s a hippo poem to be getting on with:

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Posted in Poetry Competition

Premier League Writing Stars – New Poetry Competition

                                                  Premier League Primary Stars Writing Stars Launch with Yannick Bolasie 

Teachers, educators, parents, opportunity for your schools and young people!

The National Literacy Trust have launched a new competition and initiative as part of their Premier League Reading Stars campaign – called Premier League Writing Stars.
Former professional footballer Frank Lampard OBE, Premier League player and lyricist Yannick Bolasie, Children’s Laureate Lauren Child and the young people’s laureate for London, Caleb Femi, have teamed up with the Premier League to help launch the poetry competition, for children aged 5-11.
The competition asks school children to write around the theme of resilience; what does it mean to you to try and try again? Entries can be any form of poetic writing including a rap or lyrics. Teachers and parents can register or nominate their child’s school to take part at PLPrimaryStars.com.
The first 1,000 schools that enter the competition will receive a fabulous bespoke ‘Book Bag’ – full of books, including What is Poetry (Walker) by Michael Rosen and Jill Calder and Reaching the Stars (Macmillan) by Jan Dean, Michaela Morgan and me, Liz Brownlee.
Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

#NationalPoetryDay Freedom Poem by Philip Ardagh

TO BE BORN FREE
‘A Small Poem For A Big Subject’
 
To be born free
Is how it should be.  
 
It should be the norm,
The standard,
The default setting.
 
To be born free
Is how it should be.
 
It should be the usual,
The convention,
The constant.
 
To be born free
Is how it should be.
 
As it is for me.
 
Free to talk,
Free to walk,
Free to balk,
At the lies
Our leaders
Feed us.
 
Not to be thrown
In jail
For an email.
 
Not to be the property
Of another
 
Not to be silenced
Gagged
Imprisoned
 
Raped.
 
To be born free
Is how it should be.
 

#NationalPoetryDay Poem by Shauna Darling Robertson

NO UNAUTHORISED VEHICLES

(poem for a sign on a gate)

 

So authorise my vehicle.

Then rubber-stamp my car.

I’m done with steering oh-so-near,

I long to motor far.

 

But every time I venture out,

I’m halted by a sign:

Keep Out. Be Gone. Just Go Away.

This Road is Mine, All Mine.

 

But sir, it’s you who’ve made this

the road where I must go,

by putting up your tempting sign –

the one that tells me, NO.

 

 

© Shauna Darling Robertson

Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

#NationalPoetryDay Free as the Wind by Liz Brownlee

Here’s my poem for National Poetry Day up on the National Poetry Day Website – all the other National Poetry Day Ambassadors have poems there too, also available as a FREE anthology, here.

Free as the Wind

 

It’s slight and likes
to infiltrate
makes supple grasses
susurrate

it’s heavy and ready
to hurricane
power the storm clouds
splatter the rain

it swirls in the sand
bends barleycorn
dances the flowers’ heads
round the lawn

it flattens the trees
clack-clatters the bins
rat-tatters in dreams
sets leaves into spins

it slivers in houses
to whistle and haunt
makes the bare branches
jazz–hand and jaunt

it batters and scatters
the litter around
grapples the shadows
for space on the ground

it smooths unsmooth stones
whips away words
scattering syllables
dishevelling birds

it cannot be summoned
or seen or confined
as restless as waiting
as careless as time

it gusts from a suddenness
cannot be pinned
for nothing is free as
as free as the wind

 

©Liz Brownlee

Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

National Poetry Day Freedom Poem by Liz Brownlee

 

Snow Petrels

 

On skies and seas

veiled white with light,

snow petrels weave

and wheel in flight,

 

they glide and skim

from high to low,

a falling flock

of feathered snow.

 

In courtship chases

pair by pair

they braid their paths

of freezing air,

 

birds of Antarctic

paradise,

the cliffs, the sea,

the snow, the ice.

 

© Liz Brownlee 2012

(From Animal Magic, IRON Press)