NOW CLOSED: Poetry writing competition with Nick Sharratt

Eeeeh, Micmc47 - ah loved this, hinny! And I especially loved the word 'grampoline'!

Who’s There?

Its getting dark, The lights are out
You hear a scream, a chilling shout
You go to look to see whats there
But its dark outside, should you dare?

You hear a rattle you hear a moan
Out in the darkness you hear a groan
Its sounding creepy, its halloween
Theres orange Pumpkins with tufts of green.

The sound gets louder, you start to shake
Your teeth a chatter, your bones a quake
But the sound is louder, and louder still
Your blood runs cold, your spines a chill.

But bravely now you open your door
Into the darkness your eyes explore
Your scared to death of what you’ll meet…
Then Suddenly!!! “TRICK OR TREAT!!”

Eeeeh, ah loved this, hinny! And I especially loved the word 'grampoline'!

The Winner

Your folks have gone out
It’s just you and me
Sitting all cosy
By the TV.

You smile and you huddle
You’re still on your feet,
Come, give me a cuddle.
Oh look, you’re so sweet.

You’re sleepy I see
So I give you a squeeze
And off to the cot
I take you, thanks a lot.

Then comes the show.

Granny is tired
But her arms are still wired
She wrestles you right
into that bag for the night.

You wriggle, you squirm
Your face screws right up
You fight and you scream.
The seconds are out!

She has a trick up her sleeve.

She presses the screen
That brings up the song
That will send you to sleep
Before very long.

You whimper and simper
A last ditch attempt
The lights now are low
And … ooh off you go.

And Granny, she’s spent.

Oh blimey!!!

(Has a quick rethink!).

Thank you grannyknot

're the questions about entries ... I don't think "winning poem(s)" are being selected, or that the poems are being judged, from the Ts and Cs I understand that "winners will be picked from a hat", therefore all you have to do is enter. GNHQ?

Dog walking
Lead in hand biscuits in pocket
Open the gate she's out like a rocket
Sit you shout as she jumping around
Give her a treat she sits down

Head bent down fast as you can
On goes the lead with a slight of hand
Don't forget doggie do bag
Off we set with a big doggie tail wag

She stops she poops
You try not to look
You bend pick up
Try not to be sick

At the roadside her head held high
Sniffing the air as the cars whizz by
Across the road into the field
Of the lead she takes of at breakneck
Speed

'I'm going to have a baby', my daughter said one day.
Oh no, I thought I'm far too young to be a granny old and grey.
Then along you came all soft and pink and crinkly
And suddenly I didn't care if I was a granny old and wrinkly
You stole my heart on that very first day
And ever since then it has stayed that way.
We have danced, cuddled and played away the years
There has been lots of laughter, only occasionally tears
You love to dance and are doing so well
What you choose for the future only time will tell.
A teenager now, an absolute beauty
You still want to see us, with no sense of duty
You are sensitive, clever but most of all kind
That fear of being a granny was all in the mind!

I entered this on GN a couple of years ago when Judy Finnigan was a judge and won a prize (which I never received ). Am I allowed to enter it again but with an added verse?

She lies there, this tiny perfect thing - the image of my child -
Sleeping, cheeks soft and pale, her breath but a butterfly wing
No sound save the fall of my tears,
Grieving in vain for her mother's childhood,
times gone, the passing years.......

The babe now three, no longer sleeping,
Writhes on the floor, red faced and kicking
Roaring, screeching, the tears now hers ...
Her mother, exhausted, wearily declares
'She's not from our side -
Most definitely theirs!'

I wrote this for my DGD after she had a scary experience with a seagull on the beach.

There was a young seagull called Rasta,
Who chased kids to make them run fasta,
So they threw him a chip,
It got stuck in his beak lip
And he now preferes haddock with pasta!

Granny's Rules OK.

Trees are for climbing.
Mud's to get stuck in.
Night is for sleeping,
But sometimes star watching.

A puddle's for splashing.
A hill to roll down.
Rain is to twirl in,
With mouths open wide.

Streams are to fish in.
Never mind if you fall in.
Clothes can get wet,
They dry after all.

Woods are to hide in,
Build dens in as well.
Collect conkers and acorns,
Catch leaves as they fall.

The world's to be brave in.
Explore when you can.
Run,jump and play in,
And wonder as well.

Granny's Rules OK by trisher

Granparents eh, grannyknot!

Some lovely poems here. Mine's a bit like yours, "geeljay*

Don’t tell …

Don’t tell Mummy that you fell out of the pram
Because Granny didn’t strap you in
According to the plan.

Don’t breathe a word
about last night’s ructions
when well past the hour
and Iggle Piggle on repeat
you were jiggled back to sleep.

Don’t tell Mummy we headed for the park
with your designer gear on inside out
because Granny was distracted
by your very loud crying bout.

Don’t let it show
that with granny-hood belated
her skills are very dated.

Help keep up the scam
as long as you're back in the pram
no one need ever know.

Of course I'll mind my grankids, that wouldnt be a chore.
You go enjoy your shopping trip down at your favourite store.
I can entertain them, the pleasure will be mine.
They'll be safe and sound with me, my dear.We'll have a jolly time.
Twin little girls! No threat to me. Of that you can be sure.
Lovely little five year olds, so pretty and demure.

With skills I have developed rearing children of my own.
I brought up four such wonders. Now look how they have grown.
They even went to UNI and prospered on their way.
They were all as safe as houses, when daddy had his say.
They're married now, with families. and look how well they fare
No harm ever came to them, whilst they were in my care.

"Let's go inside the greenhouse and look at granpa's flowers.
The door slammed in the gusty wind and glass fell down in showers.
Never mind. my darlins. I'll brush it up. no fret.
We'll go and see the rabbit now and cuddle granpa's pet.
Close the door, Please, Darlins. Drop that little latch.
Oh! Never mind. Bun won't get far, he'll find the cabbage patch!

Please. Lets just calm down now, girls. Come and see my pond.
There's frogs and fish and tadpoles there. Please don't go beyond
the edge where granpa tells you 'Stop'. It's dangerous my pet,
If you fall into the water and get your clothing wet.
Listen to me. Please now! No harm will come to you.
Just do as Granpa says, now! Some things that you must do.

WHOOPS! granpa slipped upon a rock he clearly did not see
and plunges headlong in the pond. The girlies screamed with glee.
What are you doing Granpa? Why did you do that?
'You look all wet and sticky now, You've lost your silly hat!
They help their granpa from the pond, all shivery and wet.
He tries to show some dignity, but finds it hard to get.

Granpa had a shower, whilst the kiddies watched the box.
Warm cocoa for the weary pair. Ahh, Bless their cotton sox
Find a cartoon suitable. One that they would 'dig'
The only one that he could find was that called Peppa Pig.
Relaxed into his favourite chair and gently closed his eyes.
And that's how momma found them, much to her surprise.

The day had gone without a hitch, was evident to see
Granpa smoozing gently. The kids perched on his knee.
The scene was one of happiness for Momma to behold.
Yoy see it works for all of us, the young ones and the old!!

I write silly 'poems' for birthdays and special occasions for family and friends so here is my attempt for the competition:-

In little corners of the secret garden
live lots of tiny, polite little creatures
they always say “I beg your pardon!”
if they bump into each other features.

There is a the big and open garden
full of busy birds and insect’s buzzy.
but little creatures like their place, quiet and darken
they secretly watch out for the bigger fuzzy.

They potter about in their secret corner
and some little creatures try to venture out
but a polite and elder creature will be the warner
telling little creatures to beware what’s about.

Could be the big fuzzy will be having a roam
around the big and open garden
so little creatures you must stay at home
in the little corners of the secret garden.

Who is the big fuzzy that roams around?
Well that’s another poem/story!

For my Granddaughter Sienna

Mummy there's a monster I saw it on the stair!
Darling.. that's just Nana, with rollers in her hair

it's face is white as snow and its mouth is all screwed up!
Darling.. it's just wrinkle cream, and her teeth are in a cup

It's walking really slowly and it wobbles now and then
Darling.. Nana's knees are weak and her back has gone again

Its definitely a monster it it's making such a din
She singing you a little song as she comes to tuck you in

I can the monster clearly now ....it's walking through my door
Yes its only Nana!!! I'm not scared anymore

There's a tiger in the garden, Mum,
He's prowling all around,
Do you think he's hungry Mum,
And glad that he's been found?

There's a hippo in the pond, Dad,
He's making such a splash,
Do you think I need to clean his ears,
And help him with his bath?

There's a python in the greenhouse, Gran,
He's eating all the grapes,
Do you think that I should wrestle him,
To show him his mistake?

There's a parrot in the shed, Gramps,
He's knocked over all your tools,
Do you think I should catch him,
And tell him all your rules?

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There's A Tiger In The Garden, Mum! By rosesarered

You lot are so clever, well done

The poem I had in mind would not sit well with these wonderful entries!

I will probably bow out, good luck to all, there are some excellent entries!

She’s got food all over her face

Oats smeared up her arms

But somehow it really seems

To enhance her gorgeous charms.

Some of these are so good I hardly dare to compete.
Respect!

Quick question, are we allowed more than one entry (I don't seem to be able to add a question mark!)