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JOSIE'S POETRY AND POETRY TEACHING
Are you teaching
poetry or learning how to write poetry?
This website will be
just what you are looking for. There are many new poems, the
work of popular poet Josie Whitehead, and you can sample some of
them prior to the publication of her first book in Summer 2009.
She has written 550 new poems which range from preschool poems
through to poems for adults, but her story poems for children
are particularly popular. They are written with rhyme and metre
which is a great literacy tool, and the fact that the poems have
voice recordings accompanying many poems is a great help with
pronunciation. There are lots of articles for parents, teachers
and a children's corner too where you can get help with writing
poetry. These poems go into countries all over the world and are
especially used in classrooms where English is a second
language.
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HEREFORDS
By Josie
Whitehead
Nurtured, cared for,
shown with pride
These famous herds reside worldwide,
But when the sun sets in the west – To
see them then is surely best.
For by cool waters, there beside
They gather at the riverside.
They toss their heads and give a shrug
Drink waters from the Wye and Lugg.
They glance at people walking by,
Watching through their soft brown eyes.
They lower their heads and drink again
Refreshing water given as rain.
These beasts have stood the test of time –
Their red and white coats quite sublime.
They’ve not yet learned that man’s a cheat
Who rears them only for their meat.
Copyright 2009 Josie's Poems
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GRAN'S
CUCKOO CLOCK
Grandma’s cuckoo’s flown away
Her clock is silent now.
But I’ll soon mend her cuckoo clock:
Instead we’ll have a cow.
Let’s have no more “cuckoo cuckoo”
Let’s have a gentle moo.
The only problem that we’ll have
Is cleaning up its poo.
The cuckoo was a bird quite clean
And left no mess at all,
But cow pats are another thing –
As I quite well recall.
On second thoughts, we’ll leave the cow
In pastures fresh and green,
Let’s get the cuckoo to come home
And keep Gran’s parlour clean.
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RANDOM PICK OF JOSIE'S POEM |
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Rhyming is contagious
By Josie Whitehead |
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Did you know that:
Rhyming is contagious
Well this is what we’re told.
It quickly spreads through children
But it’s dreadful when you’re old.
It’s passed by reading poetry –
Or rhymes passed from your mouth.
It travels quickly through the schools
And runs from north to south.
When I visit children’s classrooms
And read them a little rhyme –
The children catch my rhyming –
It takes just a little time.
I feel guilty as I leave them-
When I think what I have done.
But the teachers seem quite happy
For it’s part of Key Stage One. |
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DAY
OF EXAMS
By Josie Whitehead |
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Today is the day when the raindrops patter;
When the wind blows and the leaves scatter.
Today my mind’s running hither and thither.
It’s a day when my nerves feel all in a dither.
Through the pattering rain and leaves that blow –
Nearer and nearer to the school I go –
Amidst forming chaos and the panic stations,
The churning stomach and the expectations -
To a desk in the corner with a paper and pen.
Then I’m on the starting line, flag waved and then –
Its eyes to paper, the mind on the job –
Now, brain in gear – how my temples throb!
I must read the questions, have time to think –
Then its pen to paper and here comes the ink.
Read what you’ve written – did you comprehend?
“Time’s up, stop writing, your exams at an end.” |
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Josie lives in
Ilkley, in the Yorkshire Dales,
which is in the north of England, not far from Leeds. A beautiful
place on earth and she write poems about the beauty of God's
heaven on earth, the beauty of the animals and birds around her.
Josie posing with
her little Jack Russell Terrier, Gemma, who, sadly, died at the
age of eighteen and a half years. |
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WOMAN WHY WEEPEST THOU?
- By Josie Whitehead
(A Poem for Easter about Mary Magdalen - a True Disciple of Jesus) |
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I weep with those who’ve lost men they adored,
Whose fathers, sons and husbands are no more;
Their young lives spent by cruelties of war –
By gunfire, bombs by torture or the sword.
I weep for those brave souls who, in their lives
Faced death for values decent folk uphold.
Faced hatred, degradation – things untold –
Returned no more to family, friends and wives.
I weep for Him who sadly paid the price
For preaching love and caring to mankind.
Who healed the sick, the leper and the blind.
Did this, for other people, not suffice?
“But weep no more, sweet Mary, do not grieve –
Look on me now, sweet lady, strong and brave.
See, Death cannot contain me in its grave.
I live today for those who can believe.”
Copyright 2008
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This poem highlights Mary Magdalen, a woman who I feel is much
overlooked in the Bible, but who was constantly by the side of the
one who she loved so much – Jesus. She stood by him, when his male
disciples fled; she watched him die, and was amongst the first of
the mourners at the tomb. Many women weep for the men in their
lives who are taken from them because they have stood up for what
they believed was right, and Mary Magdalen would empathise with
them as this happened to her. This poem, not only highlights the
fact that she was the first to realize that Jesus had not died,
but that she saw clearly that he still lived, and this is why it
is more important to concentrate on the empty cross
rather than the cruxifix, on Easter Day, I think.
This poem is written in iambic pentameter with rhyming that was
popular in Petrarchan sonnets: abba etc
- Josie Whitehead
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