Childrens Poems

Childrens Poems

Exploring A New World

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Exploring A New World

How can you tell, that by biting a worm
The taste and sensation, will make you squirm?

How can you tell you’ll get burned, if it’s your desire,
To stick your hand into a fire ?

How can you tell, when you throw your food on the floor,
That your mum will shout at you, once more ?

How can you tell what lives beneath a stone,
If, when you turn it, the creatures go scurrying home ?

How can you tell, at the seaside, when you try to grab,
There are claws that pinch you, attached to a crab?

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Happiness

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HAPPINESS

It puts a smile upon my face
When I think of a little child;
Or see a cuddly animal,
Or a family, reconciled.

When my grandchildren sit upon my lap,
And pretend they’re riding horses;
When TV news, shows coverage
Of our brave, returning forces.

I feel happy in the Springtime,
When the flowers are in full bloom;
Or watch the flames, on an open fire,
Heating a wintry room.

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Smile

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SMILE

I’ll tickle you, beneath your chin,
To see if I can make you grin;

I’ll look, for a sign of any traces,
When I start to make funny faces.

I’ll do my best, a gesture to coax
By telling you my silly jokes.

If there’s no response…well anything goes…
I’ll remove your socks, and tickle your toes.

That’ll be followed, in my haste,
As I gently grab you round the waist.

I’ll carry on like this, for quite a while,
And eventually, I know you’ll smile.

© Jim Bell

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Oh...So Innocent

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Oh…So Innocent

Groups of young girls
In secretive huddles;
Boys being boys,
Jumping in puddles.

Getting wet…not a problem,
Wearing their wellies;
Kicking and splashing
Like miniature Gene Kelly’s.

Behind hands, clasped to faces,
The girls whisper and giggle;
When grabbed by the lads,
They squirm, and wriggle.

Jump over the puddles,
Umbrellas in place,
To protect their hair,
And safeguard their face.

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The Right Plaice

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THE RIGHT PLAICE

When my son was small, I taught him to fish,
So, out we went, as was his wish.

We were booked on a boat that went out from Ramsgate,
We left home early, so we wouldn’t be late.

The drive took an hour, so we didn’t stop,
Until we arrived, and booked in at the shop.

I parked the car, then bought our bait,
He was so excited, he could hardly wait.

I carried our kit down the steps, on the harbour wall,
Then I held his hand, so he didn’t fall.

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To A Girl Named Poppy

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THE POPPY

The genus Papava, in a field of swaying corn,
Vivid against the ripened gold;
Or scattered randomly, along the hedgerows,
Petals at risk from the morning cold.

Symbollic of the gallant fighting forces
Alone, in the mud bogged trenches,
These scarlet heads sway in Summer breeze,
A jewel, beside rustic, roadside fences.

It’s personality tainted, by narcotic use,
Yet, it’s outstanding beauty, a floral splendour,
The Poppy remains a dominant feature,
Prominent , eyecatching, and tender.

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Jesus

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JESUS

“Mummy….we’ve been learning about Jesus,
And he lives up in the sky;
He hasn’t got a pair of wings,
So I guess he can not fly”.

“How does he stay upon the clouds ?
Why doesn’t he fall through ?
How come he sees everything ?
That we decide to do.”

“Teacher said that God’s his father,
who looks after everyone on Earth.
But I thought that Mary and Joseph,
Were there for the virgin birth.

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