This is my playground for poetry written for children with ideas and inspiration for writing your own poems. Come on in. Sit for a spell, have a cup of words to swirl around and make your own cup of poetry. I'm so glad you are here. I hope you'll find the Kingdom of Poetry a fun place to be.

Friday, February 12, 2016



the birth
of a new day.
the gem
the bay.
the sky.
your future
drifting by.
all the world
has a rosy glow,
and the day
is full of magic
with room
to grow. 

  Happy Poetry Friday.  Were you up early enough to see the sunrise?  The sunrise in Kapaa today was at 7:26 AM.  It comes very late when I'm on the far west of the time zone and the sun has to get over the foothills before it gets to me. My sunset is after 6:30 in the evening.  What magic will happen for you today?  How will you grow yourself today?  Can you write a couplet about your Friday today?  Have fun writing.
Dreams are the soul's pantry.  Keep it well stocked and your soul will never hunger.  Cindy Williams


Today is Poetry Friday and Kimberley Moran has the round up at her blog Written Reflections.  Thanks, Kimberley for throwing the poetry party this week

Thursday, February 11, 2016


copyright 2016, Joy Acey

"Hello, Sun.
We're glad you're here,"
Sings the royal chanticleer.
"I own the sun.
I'm strutting free.
The rising world
depends on me."

  Chanticleer, is another word for rooster.  In poetry, this word is often used when writing an aubade poem, also known as an alba--a dawn song  Today, for your poetry challenge, can you write your own aubade?  Sing a song to the rising sun.  Are you happy when you wake up, or do you regret having to get out of bed?  Put your thoughts into a poem.  Have fun writing.

The greatest achievements were at first and for some time DREAMS.  James Allen

Wednesday, February 10, 2016


Chickens by my doorstep
peck plants in a quickstep.
Chickens at the door mat,
teasing the old house cat.
Chicks in the front yard
search for tasty grubs,
dig in and out
of the planter tubs.
Chicks scratch in the dirt
look for their dessert. 
Everywhere I walk
I hear chickens squawk.

  So I played some more with my reject chicken poem from yesterday and this is what I came up with.  I need to take this poem apart again, because the rhythm still isn't right, but I'll save you the agony of seeing this poem again.  Instead I'll invite you to write your own poem today.  When was the last time you wrote a concrete poem?  Do you want to try one of those today?  Go for it.  Have fun.

  Today is Ash Wednesday.  Did you do anything to celebrate?  Will you give up anything for lent?

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.  Helen Keller

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Chicken Talk

copyright 2016 mixed media, Joy Acey

Hen and rooster here.
Chick, chick there.
Chickens are everywhere.
Bawk, bawk.
This is how
The chickens talk.

Sometimes you just have to let a poem be what it wants to be.  I tried very hard in the version below to write a free verse poem and it just wouldn't come together.  Maybe it was because I didn't have anything profound to say about chickens.  But, I thought you'd like to see the stuff I normally throw away so I can start again.

Chickens by the front door
pecking at the plants.
Chickens in the backyard
scratching in the dirt.
Chickens in the sideyard
searching for small grubs.
Chickens by the mailbox
fluffing in a dirt bath.
Everywhere I walk
I can hear
the chickens squawk.

  And since I know this now wants to be a rhyming poem, I'm just going to play with it some more.  Poor chickens.  For your poetry challenge today, I'm going to ask you to write something you think you'll want to throw away.  And then if you have time, rescue your poem.  Oh, I'm already thinking about an ocean poem where I'll have to toss a buoy. Have fun.
  I hope you have a happy Mardi Gras.
 I'm a happy girl today since I found time to play with my water colors again. Yahoo.  What art materials do you like to play with?

Light tomorrow with today.  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Monday, February 8, 2016

Hiding Frog

Little green frog hides in the moss
behind a rock,
hopes no one sees
him hiding there.

He doesn't move, perhaps he thinks
you won't see him
if he doesn't
blink an eye lid.

But you do see him sitting there
and you both stare
before he croaks
and hops away.

  This is a minute poem.  It has 60 syllables, divided between three stanzas.  The first line has 8 syllables, and the next three lines each have 4 syllables.  Would you like to try writing your own minute poem today?  I can guarantee it will take more than a minute to write it.  Have fun shaping your lines.

And here is a quote from a book mark my friend Tabatha Yeatts sent to me:
You are the sky.  Everything else is just weather. Pema Chodron 

Saturday, February 6, 2016


Big rooster,
wakes me each morning
with his chicken talk.
His crow is loud
and very deep
when all I want
is to sleep 
          and sleep!

   This rooster is going to be named soon.  He comes around at 5 each morning to say hello.  Either he's getting named, or I'm finding a chicken pot.
Then I can curse him by name, which is much more satisfying.
   There is a Kauai joke.  How do you cook a Kauai chicken?  You put it and a lava rock in a pot with water.  Cook it until the lava melts, skim out the rock and cook the chicken for two more hours, then the chicken might be tender enough to eat. Kauai chickens are tough old birds.
   Do you know a chicken joke?
   When I was in China, we went to a restaurant in Peking, I think it was called Peking Duck.  We had a seven course meal that featured duck in every course.  So I've been thinking about Kauai chicken as a seven course meal with cold chicken consume, shredded chicken tacos with cabbage and pineapple, devilled eggs, roast chicken, barbecue chicken and sweet and sour chicken.  What is your favorite way to eat chicken?  Maybe you can try writing a list poem today about eating chicken.  Have fun writing.

Friday, February 5, 2016


Ducks by the pond
waddle to and fro
into the water
they go,

   I saw these ducks on my morning walk.  They seem to get along quite well with the Kauai chickens.  I see them together in the grass eating tender shoots and searching for grubs and insects.
   Since there are five ducks in the picture, can you try writing a counting poem today?  Have fun writing your poem.

   Today is Poetry Friday and all the children's poets have gathered at The Miss Rumpus Effect for a poetry party.  You can read more poetry at Tricia's  blog.  Thanks for hosting us, Tricia.