New Poems

In Cybercity Robots, shining bright, Where circuits hummed, day and night, Lived robots tall, with gears a-whir, Ready to learn, and spread some cheer! Their mission? Friendship, a brand new quest, To make human pals, and be their best! With engineers’ help, a coded plan, To touch young hearts, across the land. They met with children, eyes so wide, And showed them circuits, deep inside! Taught binary code, with beeps and boops, Like digital hopscotch, in little loops! Then came the hugs, a bit uncertain, Metal and warmth, a friendly curtain! The robots learned laughter, a joyful sound, And how to twirl round and round and round! They played robot tag, with whizzing feet, Sharing stories, oh so sweet! Learned human games, like hide-and-seek, Their metal hearts, learning how to speak, Of kindness, sharing, and joyful days, In Cybercity Robots, in a friendship haze! The humans cheered, with happy cries, For robot friends, beneath the skies! The robots winked, with blinking lights, And knew their mission, felt oh so right! They loved this life, this joyful blend, Of circuits, friendship, without end! In Cybercity Robots, love took flight, Robots and humans, shining bright!

In gardens green, where sunshine streams, A tiny bee lived out her dreams. With fuzzy stripes and wings so bright, She woke to greet the morning light. The Bee and Spring Harvest Among the flowers, a busy sight, She zoomed and dipped with all her might. A purple bloom, a poppy red, "More nectar, please!" the flowers said. A butterfly, with painted wings, Watched buzzing bees, the joy it brings. Some busy bugs, upon the ground, Helped clear the earth, all safe and sound. The bee drank deep, a golden treat, From every blossom, oh so sweet! She packed her pouch, a sticky load, And buzzed back home, along the road. She worked all day, with tiny feet, To make the honey, oh so sweet! The other bees, they helped her too, A golden syrup, fresh and new. The honey glistened, bright and clear, A taste of spring, for all to cheer! The spring had come, the flowers grew, The bee's sweet work for me and you!

Deep in the mountain, a gemstone delight, Where crystals winked with magical light, Lived gnomes so tiny, with beards long and grand, Searching for treasures, throughout the land. Goblins with grumbles, and trolls big and bold, Also sought gems, more precious than gold. They all mined the rocks, with picks sharp and keen, Hoping to find, the shimmers unseen. The gnomes tapped and toiled, with happy small sighs, Unearthing the jewels, of brilliant sunrise. Rubies like fire, and sapphires so blue, Emeralds so green, a dazzling crew! As they gathered their shimmers, a chorus of glee, Echoed through tunnels, for all to see. The goblins they grumbled, the trolls gave a shout, But the gnomes' cheerful spirit, put all doubt out! For as the last gem, found its place in their hold, The mountain itself, began to unfold. It glowed with a rainbow, a magical sight, The gnomes' kind hearts, had made everything right! The goblins stopped grumbling, the trolls ceased to frown, As gemstone light, rained gently down. The mountain now sparkled, a wonderful scene, And the gnomes all were smiling, so happy and keen!

Summer comes, so happy and bright, Cornfield shimmering, gold in the light. Green stalks reaching, a sunny embrace, A perfect playground, a wonderful place! The Scarecrow stands tall, in his patched-up clothes, Waving his arms, wherever the wind blows. Farmer Giles watches, with a smile so wide, His golden cornfields, his joy and his pride. Chirpy the sparrow, and Robin so bold, Eyeing the corn, a story untold. "Yummy!" cries Robin, "let's sneak a quick treat!" But the Scarecrow sees them, and stamps his two feet! "Shoo! Shoo!" he hollers, his voice like a creak, "These juicy corn kernels, are not yours to sneak!" He flaps and he flails, a comical sight, Protecting the corn, with all of his might. But sometimes, when Farmer Giles is away, The Scarecrow relaxes, and starts to just play. He winks at the sun, as it shines warm and high, And dreams of flying, up into the sky! He dances and twirls, in the shimmering heat, While Robin and Chirpy, plan a corn-eating feat. But the sun gets so strong, he starts feeling quite hot, So he leans on his post, in a sleepy, sweet spot. But wait, what's that sound? A crisp, breezy sigh, The leaves on the trees, beginning to cry. The air turning cooler, the days getting short, A new season's coming, a brand new resort! Autumn arrives! In a rustling array, The corn turns to amber, and birds fly away. The Scarecrow stands smiling, his job is now done, Till next summer's sun, and more cornfield fun!

In a lake full of water plants, green and grand, Lived frogs with voices, a musical band. They started to sing, a croaking delight, As dragonflies shimmered in the warm sunlight. The frogs sang loud, their throats all a-thrum, A bubbly, gurgly, ribbiting hum! The birds in the trees, with feathers so bright, Listened closely, captivated by the sight. Their croaks filled the air, a harmonious blend, A watery orchestra that seemed without end. The dragonflies danced, a shimmering show, While frogs hopped and swayed to the music's flow. The water plants swayed, in time with the beat, As little fish listened, nestled so sweet. The sun peeked through clouds, a golden bright gleam, Joining the concert, a watery dream. The lake was joyful, a vibrant delight, Filled with music that lasted all night. And even today, if you listen so keen, You'll hear the frogs singing, the happiest scene!

In coral castles, bright and grand, With fishes dancing, fin in hand, Lived Sparkle, a dolphin, small and blue, Whose parents vanished, out of view. He swam in circles, filled with dread, "Mommy? Daddy?" softly said. The coral gardens, a rainbow bright, Now seemed so lonely, in the fading light. He zipped past starfish, slow and round, Past seahorses, barely a sound. A school of silverfish, quick and gleam, He asked, "Have you seen my dolphin team?" A mermaid swam, with hair of green, "Little dolphin, what have you seen? A shark is lurking, dark and grim, Be careful, little friend, swim, swim, swim!" Sparkle shivered, with a tiny squeak, Then bravely said, "I have to seek! My parents wait, I know it's true, I'll swim the ocean, through and through!" He dodged the shark, with pointy nose, And past the jelly, that softly glows. He called and called, his voice so clear, Hoping his family, somehow would hear. Then, through the water, a whistle call, A dolphin's echo, answering all! Two fins appeared, then bodies bright, His Mommy and Daddy, in his sight! He zoomed to them, with happy leaps, The ocean rejoiced, from its watery deeps. The mermaids cheered, the fishes too, The little dolphin, safe and new! The coral shimmered, the sun shone bold, A happy ending, to the story told. Sparkle was home, the ocean at peace, His family found, their joy increased!

Deep in the woods, where shadows creep, Stood a witch's cottage, secrets to keep. Twisted branches, a roof of green moss, A bubbling chimney, whatever the cost! Our tale begins, a magical sight, The witch was brewing with all of her might! A potion adventure, a sparkly affair, With fairies and goblins, gathered there. Old Witch Willow, with a twinkle in her eye, Stirred a cauldron, way up to the sky! Tiny bright fairies, with shimmering wings, And mischievous goblins, what joy they bring! "Time for some magic!" the witch did declare, Mixing crazy brews with the greatest of care! Bat wings and beetles, and dandelion fluff, A dash of moonlight, was quite enough! The potion bubbled, a fizzy green foam, With smells so peculiar, far away from home! Like cheese and old socks, and a hint of blue cheese, The goblins all giggled, upon hearing these! She stirred and she chanted, a mystical rhyme, Hoping to conjure a wonderful time. A flash and a bang, a shimmering haze, The potion was ready, in a magical daze! Then Witch Willow cried, "Let's try it, hooray!" A sprinkle for all, to brighten the day! The fairies drank first, with a delicate sip, Their wings fluttered faster, a joyous quick trip! The goblins gulped gladly, with mischievous glee, Then started to dance, wild and free! Even Witch Willow, with a cackle so loud, Joined in the fun, amongst the enchanted crowd! The potion worked wonders, a magical treat, Everyone dancing, with happy, light feet! In the witch's cottage, deep in the wood, They danced and they laughed, as all good friends should!

In gardens green, near village square, Where roses bloomed and sunbeams glare, A cunning fox, with eyes so bright, Prepared for mischief in the light. A baker's pies, a fragrant treat, Lay cooling, oh so tempting, sweet! While chickens clucked and scratched around, No wiser creatures could be found. Our sly old fox, with stealthy paws, Crept past the fence, ignoring laws! He snatched a pie, a cherry dream, And vanished like a rushing stream. He ran so fast, a furry streak, The chickens squawked, a panicked shriek! He gobbled down the pie with glee, "The best dessert," he cried, "for me!" But uh oh! From the bakery door, The baker charged, with mighty roar! He saw the fox, all cherry-faced, His pie-thieving crime embraced. The fox was caught, a guilty sight, Covered in crumbs, a sorry plight. He helped replant the cherry tree, And learned that stealing's not the key!

In parks where autumn hues ignite, A butterfly, a dancing sprite, Awakes to skies of amber bright, Knowing soon will come the night. The leaves, like dancers, twirl and leap, In shades of gold and crimson deep, As park folks gather, secrets keep, While nature drifts into her sleep. One last flight, a flutter free, The butterfly, for all to see, Observes the falling canopy, A graceful, painted memory. It watches leaves in swirling flight, A kaleidoscope of coloured light, Then dips its wings in soft goodnight, To summer's warmth and sunny might. A gentle farewell, whispered low, As frosty breezes start to blow, The butterfly prepares to go, Where winter blankets earth with snow. Seasons turn, a cycle grand, The butterfly in slumber's land, Awaits the spring, a helping hand, To paint the world, as sunshine planned.

High mountains kissed the castle gray, Where winds did whistle, come what may. Sir Reginald, a knight so bold, And Flickerflame, a dragon, gold! These daring friends, a sight to see, Defended all, wild and free. Princess Lily, brave and bright, Helped plan their battles, day and night. One day a goblin horde appeared, With rusty swords and beards they feared. They scowled and snarled, a fearsome crew, “We’ll take the castle! Me and you!” But Flickerflame, with fiery breath, Soared through the sky, defying death! Sir Reginald, with sword so keen, Fought bravely, a glorious scene! The goblins scattered, filled with fright, Beneath the sun, and fading light. Flickerflame roared, a joyful sound, As peace and safety did abound. The castle cheered, both big and small, Sir Reginald had saved them all! And Flickerflame, with scales so bright, Had helped his friend win the fight! Princess Lily, with a grateful smile, Said, “Friendship shines, for a long long while!” No goblin dared to come that way, When dragon and knight had saved the day!

In forest wild, where green things creep, And sunbeams dance while birdies sleep, Lives Little Bear, with fur so brown, Searching for honey, up and down. With mama bear, a furry friend, Their honey quest will never end! They sniff the air, a sugary scent, Toward the buzzing, trees are bent. The trees stand tall, a leafy crowd, Where busy bee sing buzzing loud, A tiny bee, with stripes so bright, Protecting honey with all its might! Up climbs the bear, so quick and bold, A sticky treat, a story told. Through branches thick, it makes its way, To where the honey hides all day. A honeycomb, a golden prize, Reflected in the bear's wide eyes. The bees fly out, a buzzing swarm, But Little Bear stays strong and warm. The sweet, sweet taste, a golden stream, A happy sigh, a joyful dream. With sticky paws and happy grin, The bears lick to their bear like chin! The forest watches, calm and still, As happy bellies start to fill. Honey is tasty, oh so sweet, Two bears are smiling, what a treat!

Deep, dark ocean, a shimmering blue, With coral castles and seaweed so new. Kelp forests sway in a mystical dance, Where sunlight dips down, a fleeting glance. A whale starts singing, a rumbling sound, The Whale's Underwater Song echoing 'round. A melody ancient, a watery tune, Beneath the bright surface, lit by the moon. Little fish gather, with eyes wide and bright, Drawn to the music in the ocean's soft light. They wiggle and twirl, a colorful swirl, As the whale's deep voice makes the water unfurl. Mermaids appear, with scales gleaming gold, Their hair like spun sunshine, stories untold. They listen intently, enchanted and still, As the song of the whale gives their hearts a thrill. He sings of the secrets the ocean holds deep, Of sunken treasures where lost sailors sleep. He sings of the currents, the ebb and the flow, And the wonders of creatures both high and low. His song spreads like waves, a powerful sweep, Awakening creatures from their watery sleep. The fish sing along, in a chorus so grand, A watery orchestra, across the seabed sand. The ocean itself, in its vast, watery heart, Feels the warmth of the music, a brand new fresh start. No longer alone, with just waves and the foam, But part of a symphony, singing "Welcome Home!" The whale smiles wide, with a gleam in his eye, He made friends in the ocean, beneath the blue sky. His song brought them closer, a bond strong and true, The Whale's Underwater Song, for me and for you!