Poem #40: Easter Eggs

Easter eggs,
Easter eggs,
They’re everywhere in town.
Easter eggs,
Easter eggs,
Chocolatety and brown.

Easter eggs,
Easter eggs,
How I love to munch –
Easter eggs,
Easter eggs,
For breakfast, tea and lunch!

Easter eggs,
Easter eggs,
I have a simple plea –
Easter eggs,
Easter eggs,
Give them ALL to ME!

© 2008 Trevor W. Hampel

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Updated April 5th 2016.

Poem #39: My Hope

My Hope

A rugged cross upon a hill.
The soldiers know not whom they kill.
The shouting crowd with hatred jeer,
Some lonely friends all filled with fear.

Who was this man upon that tree
Who gave His life to set me free?
He gave His life, His precious Blood,
He is my saviour, friend and God.

He is the victor over sin;
He conquered death my heart to win.
An empty tomb, and faith made strong
Despite the shouts of mocking throng.

My hope is built upon that Cross;
Mine is the gain, His was the loss.
His love for me has won my soul –
Eternity is now my goal.

© 2008 Trevor W. Hampel

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Writing prompt #7: Choose a word

Last week in my writing for children course the lecturer handed out a card to each student in the workshop. We were not to show anyone the word on the card. She then asked us to write for about five minutes illustrating the word in some way.

Here is a list of some of the words:

fear, anxiety, enthusiasm, happiness, courage, joy, anger, excitement, despair, sadness

This is what I wrote:

James could hardly wait for Saturday. He was jumping out of his skin. “When will it be Saturday?” he asked for about the tenth time. “Tomorrow,” said his mother patiently.
James raced to his room. He checked his money box again. He counted the coins over and over. He was ready for the Agricultural Show.

He couldn’t wait to go on the rides. He wanted to see the animals; the cows, the horses, the dogs and the cats – even the ducks, especially the ducks. He thought of the icecreams and lolly-pops and fairy floss. He could just taste it melting in his mouth. He thought of the colours and the sounds, the smells, the crowds and the clowns. He wanted to see the machines and the cars, the ferris wheel and the tents.

At that point we were asked to stop; and I was just getting warmed up!

Can you work out the word I was given?

Enthusiasm. When I was asked to read it out aloud I also read it with a great deal of enthusiasm.

Your turn:

As a warm up writing exercise, choose one of the emotion words I listed above. Write about it for five to ten minutes. It does not have to be a story, nor does it have to be for children. Just write.

This may be just an exercise but do not throw it away. File it carefully; you never know when it may become useful for a story or an article.

Good writing.

Writing challenge

Last week one of my lecturers challenged the group with a fascinating warm-up writing activity.

The challenge: we had to write a paragraph without using the letter “e”.

Now e happens to be the most used letter of the alphabet in English. Mmm… we all rose to the challenge and started scribbling. Below is what I came up with:

I am going to swim all night in the dam for it is so hot. I will wallow and splash all through the long dark hours. I will try not to swallow any of that putrid liquid.

I was feeling very pleased with my effort… until… Just as I was about to share my brilliant piece of writing I realised that I had used that inoffensive little word “the.” Not once – but twice.

Now I could correct this little aberration in this way:

I am going to swim all night in the a dam for it is so hot. I will wallow and splash all through the this long dark hours night. I will try not to swallow any of that putrid liquid.

It is not as easy as it sounds.

Try it as a warm-up activity.

Good writing.

More writing hints can be found here.

The problem with writing poetry

“There is no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money, either.” Robert Graves.

I have heard that there are some countries where poets are highly regarded and appreciated, even revered and some even make a living from writing poetry. Australia is not one of those countries. Probably only two or three poets in Australia actually make any decent income from their works.

Publication of poetry is having something of a resurgence in recent years here. More magazines are publishing poetry and individual poets are getting their works into book form. Sadly, most of these books can only be published with government grants and most volumes are bought either by other poets or a few libraries.

I am generally an optimist. One thing I am hopeful about is that one day I will make some money from some of my poems. I have a number of poems written for children. I believe that they would make excellent picture books for young children. This is going to be tough. My lecturer at college advises not to write picture book texts in verse because very few ever get published.

That is just a challenge to me to prove everyone wrong.

Good writing.