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.
 
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#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)

Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

National Poetry Day Poem by Dom Conlon

NPD’s theme this year is ‘Freedom’.

Free From…

Free from the darkness which held me tight

Free from the nappy I’d wear at night

Free from the hand which took me to walk

Free from the rule to work without talk

Free from the joys of sleeping till ten

Free from the need to come home again

Free from the days of not needing cash

Free from the impulse to hurry or dash

Free from the parents standing by me

Free from the future once easy to see

Free from the lightness I felt in my heart

Free from the summers which now barely start

Free from the feeling of being a boy

Free from the freedom I used to enjoy

 

© Dom Conlon

Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

Freedom Poem for National Poetry Day by Carole Bromley

Golden Time

 

 

I might do a painting, I might read a book,

I might write a poem, I might learn to cook.

 

I might do some tracing, I might act a play,

I might make a pot with some modelling clay.

 

I might build some Lego, I might sing a song.

I might do some sums, I might get them wrong.

 

I might get the guinea pig out of his cage,

I might get dressed up and dance on the stage.

 

I might make a spaceship and fly up to Mars,

I might switch the lights out and study the stars.

 

I might make a potion, I might cast a spell

I might make a prince from a frog in a well.

 

I might explore Africa, might cross the Pole,

might play for England, might score a goal.

 

I might fly a jet plane, might walk on the moon,

I can do what I want for a whole afternoon.

 

I might be a Viking, I might be from Rome.

I would rule the world but it’s time to go home.

 

 

© Carole Bromley

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Freedom Poem for National Poetry Day by Angela Topping

Kids’ Stuff

 

Hanging round parks for a go on the swings

your palms smelling of metal off the roundabout

The iron grip of the slide as you launch yourself

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it.

 

Dipping your fingers in sherbet and licking

Sticking your tongue into your ice cream

Strengthening your suck on a chocolate milk shake

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

Playing follow-my-leader when no one can see

Tidying your dollshouse and making them speak

Cuddling your teddy when you can’t get to sleep

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

Reading Narnia books and travelling with Hobbits

Watching E. Nesbit’s books on the box

Curling up in a chair with a book and some chocolate

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

Making shapes with your bread dough and watching it rise

Making gingerbread men with currants for eyes

Putting smarties on top of little iced cakes

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

Going to the pictures to watch Walt Disney

Getting sticky fingers from eating popcorn

Sucking an ice-lolly through the second half

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

People try and tell you ought to grow up

My kids don’t mind having a daft mum

I don’t see why I should stop having fun

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it.

 

© Angela Topping

Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

National Poetry Day Freedom Poem by Bernard Young

Summer
 
 
 
You’ve finished playing football
 
You’re lying on the grass
 
Thinking about the goal you scored
 
Reliving that brilliant pass
 
 
 
Summer is the future
 
School is in the past
 
This is a perfect moment
 
If only it would last
 
 
 
Just you and your mates relaxing
 
In the heat after the game
 
Everyone’s a winner
 
You all feel the same
 
 
 
Summer is the future
 
School is in the past
 
This is a perfect moment
 
If only it could last