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Poems for Primary School Direccin Provincial de Educacin Primaria DGCyE

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Poems for Primary School1

Bubble Gum

By Tony Mitton

Bubble gum, bubble gumA big pink balloon

Bubble gum, bubble gumRound like the moon

Bubble gum, bubble gumA planet in space

Bubble gum, bubble gumBursting in your face.

Penguin

By Meish Goldish

I know a birdThat cannot fly:Penguin is its name.It cannot fly,But it can swimWith speed that wins it fame!I know a birdThat lives on iceAnd waddles by the sea.It looks so cuteIn its black and white suit,As handsome as can be!

The CupboardBy Walter de la Mare

I know a little cupboard,With a teeny tiny key,

And there's a jar of LollipopsFor me, me, me.

It has a little shelf, my dear,As dark as dark can be,

And there's a dish of Banbury CakesFor me, me, me.

I have a small fat grandmamma,With a very slippery knee,

And she's Keeper of the Cupboard,With the key, key, key.

And when I'm very good, my dear,As good as good can be,

There's Banbury Cakes, and LollipopsFor me, me, me.

Winter ClothesBy Karla Kuskin

Under my hood I have a hatAnd under thatMy hair is flatUnder my coat

My sweater's blueMy sweater's redI'm wearing twoMy muffler muffles to my chinAnd round my neckAnd then tucks inMy gloves are knittedBy my auntsAnd pantsAnd pantsAnd bootsAnd shoes

with socks insideThe boots are rubber, red and wideAnd when I walkI must not fallBecause I can't get up at all!

1Material recopilado por el equipo de especialistas de la Direccin Provincial de Educacin Primaria - rea Ingls:G. Beacon, F. Perduca y M.L. Spoturno.


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Forbidden PoemBy Tony Mitton

This poem is not for children.Keep Out!

There is a big oak doorin front of this poem.Its locked.

And on the door is a noticein big red letters.It says: Any child who enters herewill never be the same again.WARNING. KEEP OUT.

But whats this?A key in the keyhole.And whats more,nobodys about.

Go on. Look,says a little voiceinside your head.Surely a poemcannot strike you dead?

You turn the key.The door swings wide.And then you witnesswhats inside.

And from that dayyoull try in vain.Youll never be the same again.

Every time I climb a treeBy David McCord

Every time I climb a treeEvery time I climb a treeEvery time I climb a treeI scrape a legOr skin a kneeAnd every time I climb a treeI find some antsOr dodge a beeAnd get the antsAll over meAnd every time I climb a treeWhere have you been?

They say to meBut don't they know that I am freeEvery time I climb a tree?I like it bestTo spot a nestThat has an eggOr maybe threeAnd then I skinThe other kneeBut every time I climb a treeI see a lot of things to seeSwallows, rooftops and TV

And all the fields and farms there beEvery time I climb a treeThought climbing may be good for antsIt isn't awfully good for pantsBut still it's pretty good for meEvery time I climb a tree

SnowBy Mary Ann Hoberman

SnowSnowLots of snowEverywhere we look and everywhere we goSnow on the sandboxSnow on the slideSnow on the bicycleLeft outsideSnow on the stepsAnd snow on my feetSnow on the sidewalk

Snow on the sidewalkSnow on the sidewalkDown the street.

In the Tall, Tall GrassBy Denise Fleming

In the tall, tall grassCrunch, munch, caterpillars lunchDart, dip, hummingbirds sipStrum, drum, bees humCrack, snap, wings flapPull, tug, ants lugSlip, slide, snakes glideRitch, ratch, moles scratchSkitter, scurry, beetles hurryZip, zap, tongues snapHip, hop, ears flopStop, go, fireflies glow

Lunge, loop, bats swoop.Stars bright, moonlightGood night,


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Tall, tall grass.Ice cream

I Scream,

You scream,We all scream,For ICE CREAM!

One, Two, Three, FourTraditional Nursery Rhyme

One, two, three, four, five,

Once I caught a fish alive!Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,Then I let it go again.

Why did you let it go?Because it bit my finger so!Which finger did it bite?The little finger on the right.

We KnowBy Benjamin Zephaniah

Monkeys are not doing it,Snakes are not doing it,Neither are beetles or fleas,Lizards are not doing it,Birds are not doing it,They know that we need the trees,Mice are not doing it,Lice are not doing it,Cats are not doing itHonest,Bats are not doing it,I know whos doing it,Humans are killing the forest.

This is my rockBy David McCord

This is my rockAnd here I runTo steal the secret of the sun.

This is my rockAnd here come IBefore the night has swept the sky.

This is my rockThis is the placeI meet the evening face to face.

The Uncertainty of a PoetBy Wendy Cope

I am a poet,I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas,I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.I am very fond.

A fond poet of 'I am, I am' -Very bananas.

Fond of Am I bananasAm I? - a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am

I am fond of a 'very'.I am of very fond bananas.

According to my moodBy Benjamin Zephaniah

I have poetic license,I Write thE way i waNt.I drop my full stops where i like ..........MY CAPITAL letteRs go where i liKE,

I order from MY PEN,I verse the way i like(i do my spelling write)According to My Mood.I Have poetic license,I put my commers where i like,,((())).(((my brackets are write((I REPEAT When i likE.I cant go rong.I look and i. c.Its rite.I Repeat when i liKE. I have

Poetic license!Dont question me????


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Am I a poet?

With a Poets Eye: A Tate Gallery Anthologypresents paintings and poems side by side. Thispoem was inspired by the painting of the same

name by Giorgio de Chirico (1913). August 1985

The BritishBy Benjamin Zephaniah

Take some Picts, Celts and SiluresAnd let them settle,Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.

Remove the Romans after approximately 400 yearsAdd lots of Norman French to someAngles, Saxons, Jutes and Vikings, then stirvigorously.

Mix some hot Chileans, cool Jamaicans,Dominicans,Trinidadians and Bajans with some Ethiopians,Chinese,Vietnamese and Sudanese.

Then take a blend of Somalians, Sri Lankans,

NigeriansAnd Pakistanis,Combine with some GuyaneseAnd turn up the heat.

Sprinkle some fresh Indians, Malaysians, Bosnians,Iraqis and Bangladeshis together with someAfghans, Spanish, Turkish, Kurdish, JapaneseAnd PalestiniansThen add to the melting pot.Leave the ingredients to simmer.

As they mix and blend allow their languages toflourish

My friend in schoolBy Tony Medina

My friend in schoolis Johnny Tseyou say it likethe letter Che's ChineseI like that 'cause I learnnew things from himlike different foods to eatnew words to speakand oh yeah karate!which is Japanese not Chineseand I don't like it too much'cause you gotta kick real highbut I like the clothesyou have to wearI go over to his houseto play video games

he comes over to my houseto eat and to watch cartoonsMy friend in schoolis Johnny Tsewhich sounds like Cor see or seaor s (that's Spanish)if you didn't know)My friend in schoolis Johnny Tsehe's Chineseand likes to sneeze

and when he does thatin school or outsidewe laugh and laughand people wonder whatand wonder why andwhat's so funny all the time.


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Binding them together with English.

Allow time to be cool.

Add some unity, understanding, and respect for thefuture,Serve with justiceAnd enjoy.

Note: All the ingredients are equally important.Treating one ingredient better than another willleave a bitter unpleasant taste.

Warning: An unequal spread of justice will damagethe people and cause pain. Give justice andequality to all.

IntroductionBy Mary Ann Hoberman

Heres a bookWith something new

You read to me!

I ll read to you

Well read each pageTo one another

Youll read one side

I the other

But who will readNow guess this riddleWhen the words areIn the middle?

The answers easy!

Plain as pie!

Well read togetherYou and I.

The Computers First Christmas CardEdwin Morgan

jollymerry

hollyberry

jollyberry

merryholly

happyhollyjollyjelly

jellybelly

bellymerry

hollyheppy

jollyMerry

marryJerry

merryHarry

hoppyBarry

heppyJarry

bobbyheppy

I, TooBy Langston Hughes

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.They send me to eat in the kitchenWhen company comes,But I laugh.And eat well,And grow strong.

Tomorrow,Ill be at the tableWhen company comes.Nobody'll dareSay to me,"Eat in the kitchen,"Then.

Besides,

They'll see how beautiful I amAnd be ashamed --I, too, am America.


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jorryjolly

moppyjelly

Mullymerry

Jerryjolly

bellyboppy

jorryhoppy

hollymoppy

Barrymerry

Jarryhappy

happyboppy

boppyjolly

jollymerry

merrymerry

merrymerry

merryChris

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Siesta of a Hungarian SnakeBy Edwin Morgan

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Lullaby (Fragment)By Leslie Marmon Silko

The earth is your mother,She holds you.

The sky is your father,he protects you.

Sleep.sleep.Rainbow is your sister,

she loves you.The winds are your brothers,

they sing to you.Sleep,sleep.We are together alwaysWe are together alwaysThere never was a timewhen thiswas not so.

Chinese CatBy Edwin Morgan

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p m r i a o

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Ten Things Found in a Shipwrecked SailorsPocket

By Ian Mcmillan

A litre of sea.

An unhappy jellyfish.

A small piece of a lifeboat.

A pencil wrapped around with seaweed.

A soaking feather.

The first page of a book called Swimming is Easy.

A folded chart showing dangerous rocks.

A photograph of a little girl in a red dress.

A gold coin.

A letter from a mermaid.

My Noisy BrotherBy Bruce Lansky

My brother's such a noisy kid,

when he eats soup he slurps.

When he drinks milk he gargles.

And after meals he burps.

He cracks his knuckles when he's bored.

He whistles when he walks.

He snaps his fingers when he sings.

and when he's mad he squawks.

At night my brother snores so loud

it sounds just like a riot.

Even when he sleeps

my noisy brother isn't quiet.


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The Sound CollectorBy Roger McGough

A stranger called this morningDressed all in black and greyPut every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

The whistling of the kettleThe turning of the lock

The purring of the kittenThe ticking of the clock

The popping of the toasterThe crunching of the flakes

When you spread the marmaladeThe scraping noise it makes

The hissing of the frying-panThe ticking of the grill

The bubbling of the bathtubAs it starts to fill

The drumming of the raindropsOn the window-pane

When you do the washing-upThe gurgle of the drain

The crying of the babyThe squeaking of the chairThe swishing of the curtain

The creaking of the stair

A stranger called this morningHe didn't leave his name

Left us only silenceLife will never be the same.

I've Got A ColdBy Roger McGough

I've got a coldAnd it's not funny

My throat is numbMy nose is runny

My ears are burningMy fingers are itching

My teeth are wobblyMy eyebrows are twitching

My kneecaps have slipped

My bottom's like jelly

The button's come offMy silly old belly

My chin has doubledMy toes are twisted

My ankles have swollenMy elbows are blistered

My back is all spottyMy hair's turning white

I sneeze through the dayAnd cough through the night

I've got a coldAnd I'm going insane

(Apart from all thatI'm as right as rain.)

Ask Mummy Ask Daddy

By John Agard

When I ask DaddyDaddy says ask Mummy

When I ask MummyMummy says ask Daddy.I don't know where to go.

Better ask my teddyHe never says no.

Traditional skipping rhymes

Tell me, tell me, tell me true.How old, how old, how old are you?One, two, three, four, five

Down in the valleyWhere the green grass grows,There sat TracySweet as a rose.She sang, she sang,She sang so sweet.Along came BenAnd kissed her cheek.

How many kisses did he give her?One, two, three, four, five.


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Cloud DragonsBy Pat Mora

What do you seein the clouds so high?What do you see in the sky?

Oh, I see dragonsthat curl their tailsas they go slithering by.

What do you seein the clouds so high?What do you see? Tell me, do.

Oh, I see caballitosthat race the windhigh in the shimmering blue.

Colors Crackle, Colors RoarBy Pat Mora

Red shouts a loud, balloon-round sound.Black crackles like noisy grackles.Cafclickety-clicks its wooden sticks.Yellow sparks and sizzles, tzz-tzz.White sings, Ay, her high, light note.Verderustles leaf-secrets, swhish, swhish.Griswhis-whis-whispers its kitten whiskers.Silver ting-ting-a-ling jingles.Azulcoo-coo-coos like pajaritosdo.Purple thunders and rum-rum-rumbles.Oroblares, a brassy, brass tuba.

Orange growls its striped, rolled roar.Colors Crackle. Colors Roar.

Abuelitas LapBy Pat Mora

I know a place where I can sitand tell about my day,

tell every color that I sawfrom green to cactus gray.

I know a place where I can sitand hear a favorite beat,from heart and cuentosfrom the past,the rhymes honey-sweet.

I know a place where I can sitand listen to a star,listen to its silent song,gliding from afar.

I know a place where I can sitand hear the wind go by,hearing it spinning round my house,my whirling lullaby.

4 PoemsBy Pat Mora

Chocolate

Fudge, cake, pie, cookies.Brown magic melts on your tongue.Happy, your eyes dance.

CornLeaves sprout silk-snug house.Smell grits, tortillas, corn bread.Pass the butter, please.

PineappleA stiff, spiky haton thick prickly skin, insidehide syrupy rings.

Prickly PearRed desert wonder.Cactus fruit becomes syrupand dulces. Surprise!


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Trees are for ClimbingBy Dr.Fitzhugh Dodson

Trees are for climbing;

Words are for rhyming,

Bikes are for riding.

Bushes are for hiding.

Blocks are for stacking,

Suitcases are for packing.

Clothes are for dressing,

Riddles for guessing.

Bells are for clanging;

Drums are for banging.

Stamps are for sticking,

Ice cream for licking.

Shoes are for walking;

A voice is for talking.

Tears are for weeping;

A bed is for sleeping.

Milk is for drinking;

A brain is for thinking.

Short storyBy David R. Morgan

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60centimetres

long

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 the same laces,

And they have the same charms and the same graces,

And they have the same heads and the same faces

But not in the

Very same

Places

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