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Wednesday, September 17, 2014
The poems that follow this post were collected together by my colleague Gemma McGirr and myself when we worked with the Primary Curriculum Support Programme. They were collected for teachers to use as stimulus for children's process artwork during Halloween time - as a move away from work dominated by stencils and templates of pumpkins and witches. Gemma unfortunately passed away last year and I have just published as article, as a tribute to her, in InTouch , the journal of the Irish Nation Teachers' Organisation, suggesting how this collection might inspire children to produce individual, unique and personal art.
THE PLANET OF MARS by Shel Silverstein
On the planet of Mars
They have clothes just like ours
And they have the same shoes and same
laces,
And they have the same charms and same
graces,
And they have the same heads and same
faces....
But not in the
Very same
Places
MY FAVOURITE MONSTERS by Vincent James
When bedtime comes, I’ve heard it said,
Some children check beneath the bed.
They lose their sleep, they lose their
hair,
In fear of monsters lying there.
But monsters I have always found
Are lots of fun to have around.
In fact there’s one under my bed
He’s very friendly, his name is Ted.
And Daniel, the dragon, has made his lair
In my toy box, over there.
In my top drawer, among the socks
Lives an eight-eyed squengie, whose name
is Jock.
In the wardrobe, where it’s very dim
Lives Colin, but he’s never in.
Outside in our garden shed
Lives a monster I call Spongy Fred.
This monster’s name is Norma Hubbard
She hides inside the airing cupboard.
Jim, with a face like an alligator
Snuggles beside the radiator.
This in Nicola, covered in hair
She lurks in the shadows beneath the stair.
Lastly there’s Roger, I like him a lot
He lives inside our old tea pot.
So monsters, whether big or small
Needn’t frighten us at all.
Just remember to be polite
And don’t forget to say goodnight.
THE BOGEYMAN by Jack Prelutsky
In the desolate depths of a perilous
place
The bogeyman lurks with a snarl on
his face.
Never dare, never dare, to approach
his dark lair
For he’s waiting ..... just
waiting....to get you.
He skulks in the shadows, relentless
and wild
In his search for a tender,
delectable child.
With his steely sharp claws and his
slavering jaws
Oh, he’s waiting....just
waiting....to get you.
Many have entered his dreary domain
But not even one has been heard from
again
They no doubt made a feast for the
butchering beast
And he’s waiting....just
waiting.....to get you.
In that sulphurous, sunless and sinister
place
He’ll crumple your bones in his bogey
embrace
Never, never go near, if you hold your
life dear
For oh...what he’ll do....when he gets
you!
CHECK by James Stephens
The night was creeping on the ground;
She crept, and did not make a sound.
Until she reached the tree, and then
She covered it, and stole again
Along the grass beside the wall,
I heard the rustle of her shawl
As she threw blackness everywhere
Upon the sky and ground and air,
And in the room where I was hid.
But no matter what she did
To everything that was without
She could not put my candle out
So I stared at the night, and she
Stared back, solemnly, at me.
THERE’S A MONSTER IN THE GARDEN by David Harmer
If the water in your fishpond fizzes
and foams,
And there’s giant teeth marks in the
plastic gnomes,
You’ve found huge claw prints in the
flower beds
And just caught sight of a two horned
head.
Put a stick in your front lawn, with
a piece of card on
Look out everybody – there’s a monster in the garden.
You haven’t seen the dustman for
several weeks,
Haven’t seen the gasman who was
looking for leaks.
Haven’t seen the paper girl, postman
or plumber,
Haven’t seen the window cleaner since
last Summer.
Don’t mean to be nasty. I do beg your
pardon.
Look out everybody – there’s a monster in the garden.
One dark night it will move in
downstairs,
Start living in the kitchen, take you
unawares.
Frighten you, bite on you, with howls
and roars,
It will crash about, smash about, push
you out of doors.
Now listen to me neighbour, all of this
is true.
It happened next door, now it’s happening
to you.
There’s something nasty on the compost
heap
Spends all day there, curled up asleep.
You don’t want your bones crunched or
jarred on
LOOK OUT EVERYBODY
THERE’S A MONSTER IN THE GARDEN.
BUILDING A DRAGON by Charles Thompson
Once I built a dragon, three times
the size of you,
I made him out of cardboard and
chicken wire and glue.
It took me weeks and weeks and weeks
until I got him right.
I hid him in the loft by day and
worked on him at night.
The cardboard came from boxes I asked
the grocer for.
I borrowed tins of paint from Mr Brown
next door.
It took me weeks and weeks and weeks (well,
four at least – no five!)
And then I got a nasty shock, the dragon
came alive.
It burst out through the roof – so I could
see the stars,
Went crashing down the road and damaged
several cars.
I’ve looked for him for weeks and weeks.
Where did my dragon go?
If anyone has seen him, will they kindly
let me know?
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