Speak kindly to your little boy

And hug him when he cries.

Add kisses, kindness, time and love

Teach him to be wise.

Speak softly to your little girl

I am the word juggler.
I juggle the words
like swords.
I slice sense
with poetic license.

I am a guillemot
I use my bill a lot
I get the fish out of the wet
I eat my fill a lot.
I live on ledges

Vertical Edges

On 
Wards
Lofty

Oh,
Winged
Looker

Out
Witting
Low-life

Ooooh
Wooooooo
Language

Peter the orange parrot
had a very tiny beak,
unlike the other parrots
he was never heard to speak.
But they were never nasty to him,
Peter the non-talking parrot

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

Scientists tell us what you are.

Hydrogen...and helium?

Oxygen and nitrogen...

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

The light through the blind is a poem,

the way it illuminates air.

And the shadows that fall

on the floor and the wall

are signs that a poem is there.