Dom Conlon, poet & author

Category: Poems/Stories

  • A Typical Day Out With You

    Why did you stop when I said walk? Why did you shout when I said talk? Why did you go and be so rude? Why did you snatch away that food? Why did you snarl and sneer and stare? Why did you put your hand in there? Why did you open that closed door? Why…

  • National Poetry Day 2015—light poems

    A YEAR HAS PASSED, A YEAR HAS GONE! I can hardly believe it’s time for National Poetry Day again. This time last year I was preparing for my very first full school assembly (actually, it was also my very first school visit – talk about in at the deep end!). I wanted to talk about…

  • Ode To Leaves—an Autumn poem

    Oh fallen leaves! You’re far from home, And turned from green to brown. Though sadly in the wind you roam I’ll kick you when you’re down. — This autumn poem was written by Dom Conlon. [sc name=”Coffee”]

  • The Witch

    Who killed the witch in the ditch? Who left her head in the bed? Who hid her hand in golden sand, And what makes you think she’s DEAD? — This nonsense poem is PERFECT for Halloween. To read it you must start off in a quiet voice and look around, accusingly, at everyone in the…

  • Things Are Not The Way They Seem

    Cabbages are not the only kings, Diamonds aren’t the only rings. A melon is the biggest berry, Grandma likes a nightly sherry. Things are left until they’re right, Night is dark until it’s light. — [sc name=”Coffee”]

  • The Worse Than Worse Verse

    Don’t talk to me about the day you’ve had I’ve had a day to turn an angel bad. Don’t talk to me about having it tough I’ve had enough to make glass feel rough. Don’t talk to me about seeing red I’ve seen things to raise the dead. Don’t talk to me about feeling down…

  • The Hairy Snowman

    ‘Good morning,’ said Albert. ‘Hello, you’re new,’ said Philippe. ‘So I am,’ said Albert. ‘Pleased to meet you,’ said Philippe. ‘Are you well?’ asked Albert. ‘I am,’ said Philippe. ‘Are you?’ ‘Not really,’ said Albert. ‘Oh really?’ said Philippe. ‘How so?’ ‘Have you ever heard of a snowman with… hair?’ said Albert. ‘Air?’ said Philippe.…

  • The Out of the Blue Zoo

    I know what I’d do if I started a zoo, I’d fill it with Things from Out Of The Blue. I’d capture some Shocks and a Wild Surprise, and let them run free beneath thunderbolt skies. There’d be Zappers and Zingers and mighty Humdingers, and the stray sort of Thought which persistently lingers. There’d be…

  • We, The Folorn

    We, the Folorn, were born at dawn then left in the radiant sun. I expect that our sorrow will come back tomorrow after we’ve had our fun. — This nonsense poem was written by Dom Conlon. [sc name=”Coffee”]

  • What We Learn At School

    Teachers teach us two and two is four but three is a crowd. They teach us water is a liquid but time is fluid. That history is in the past but we study it for the future. They teach us the earth is enormous but the world is getting smaller. That rules are meant to…