One last one for the children of October, from An Eyeball in My Garden, edited by Jennifer Cole Judd and Laura Wyncoop.
from Winking Wot Warning / by Debra Leith
The Wots I’ve seen are three feet high,
With pointed feet turned toward the sky.
21st-Century Children’s Poetry
DPF / McMullen
Another for the children of October, from An Eyeball in My Garden.
http://www.eyeballinmygarden.com/2012/10/spotlight-interview-angela-mcmullen.html
from The Witching Hour / by Angela McMullen
On moonless nights she lies in bed,
With sleepless eyelids twitching.
DPF / Ramaley
For webs, from our photographer – poet Shirley and from An Eyeball in My Garden.
from Closer, Closer, Closer / by Shirley Anne Ramaley
Did you say your prayers?
Well, I’m praying, too.
DPF / Steele
For the children of October, another from An Eyeball in My Garden. I’m still working to repeat no poets (for as long as I can). This one’s from our very own Craig! Here’s another:
http://www.musepiepress.com/fibreview/issue14/craig_w_steele1.html
from Camp Creepy / by Craig W. Steele
I see dark creatures left and right–
Three monsters circling in the night.
DPF / Michel
Another for the children of October, from An Eyeball in My Garden, from our librarian-poet, Stella Michel. More on the book and poet, here:
http://www.eyeballinmygarden.com/
from Mummy’s Menu / by Stella Michel
Crispy scarab beetle pies,
Ladyfingers, with the rings
DPF / Sullivan
Another for the children of October, from An Eyeball in My Garden, from our own M. Sullivan. More about the poet-nurse here:
http://msullivantales.wordpress.com/
from The Giant’s Pocket / by M. Sullivan
I’m stuck inside the pocket
Of a giant, dreadful beast —
DPF / Shakespeery
Another for the children of October, from our William who founded that critique group of yore, and, from An Eyeball in My Garden.
http://shakespeery.com/email.htm
from Haunted / by William Shakespeery
She calls my name, then thumps the wall.
My bedroom quakes and pictures fall.
DPF / McNamee
More for the children of October, from An Eyeball in My Garden. More about our own Kevin here:
http://www.kevinmcnamee.com/
from Our Neighborhood / by Kevin McNamee
Ms. Johnson saves her pennies,
Which she gives out as a treat.
I think she stores them in her shoes —
Her pennies smell like feet!
DPF / Moran
Another for the children of October, from our hula dancer-poet-illustrator, Edna, from the book, An Eyeball in My Garden.
http://www.scbwi.org/members-public/edna-cabcabin-moran
from Zombie Kid Blues / by Edna Cabcabin Moran
Though I borrowed a mitt
That perfectly fit,
It came off with my hand still inside.
DPF / Sawyer
For the swamp witch in each of us, from our own Susie, from the anthology of spooky poems, An Eyeball in My Garden. More about Susie here:
http://www.jacketflap.com/profile.asp?member=Soosaw
from Swamp Witch / by Susie Sawyer
Beneath the murky muck and mud,
She lurks and lives alone.
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