One Minute Till Bedtime – Blog Tour/Celebration

Welcome to our online celebration of Kenn Nesbitt’s beautiful collection of poems written by 65 poets from all around the world.

Below you will find a display of some of the poems that didn’t make it into the anthology. I thought this might be a fun way to showcase some well loved rejections while also celebrating the release of this stunning book.

I will list the places that you can purchase a copy, should you feel so inclined, at the end of the post. It would make a wonderful Christmas present.

So please enjoy some more wonderful poetry from some of the OMTB poets.


Brian Rock

The Tree and Me


Out through my window, I joyfully see

My friend and my neighbor, the old Birchwood tree.


Though his presence is constant, he’s never the same,

To purchase Brian's book just click the cover.

To purchase Brian’s book just click the cover.

To notice his changes is my secret game.


Like the way that he flinches when rain hits his leaves,

And how his long branches sashay in the breeze.


Some changes take longer – whole seasons to track,

As he changes through pinks, greens, and yellows; and back.


I’m amazed at the changes he makes every day,

Without even moving one micron away.


I wonder what changes my Birchwood can see,

As he looks in my window and gazes at me!


Joe Mohr's Poems

Joe Mohr’s Poems


The Best Creation?

Maggie made a tigeraffe

Whose neck and claws were long.

Joey made a birdle,

A turtle with a song.

Maria drew a coyokeet,

A parakeet that howled.

Mikey built a twinkipede

While his stomach growled.

Norm designed a hippadee,

A hippo that could fly.

Marsha made an applefish

That smelled like apple pie.

Johnny made a catfish

Not knowing they existed.

Bernie drew a Venus Guy Trap

(Bernie’s really twisted).

I devised an animal

With a shiny golden horn,

Part Amazonian Manatee

And part unicorn.

And though I liked each creature’s,

Unique designs and deeds,

I think a little uni-tee

Is what this wide world needs.

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Martin Pierce


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Ron Taylor is an optimist,

he’s bought a field of snow.

And now he’s hoping for a crop

of frozen peas to grow.


Timothy Tocher

The Cat’s Meow


The Three Little Kittens were known for their mittens,

while Puss looked quite spiffy in boots.

There once was a cat recognized by his hat.14915478_10155552507396509_5119004040222742446_n

There are probably some that wear suits.


So why should it be, that my cat scratches me

every time that I help her to dress?

If she’d wear what I pick, she would look oh so slick,

each outfit a major success.


Last night brought more dramas. When offered pajamas

she put up a fight on my bed.

She spat and she hissed when I tried to insist,

then out of the bedroom she fled.


Ron Koertge

8 O’clock

I like how the lamp

takes a peek at my book.

If I hold it just right

we can both get a look.

Night is outside dripping

ink on the walk.

Inside my book, shady

characters talk.

Here comes a cat. He’s

unusually smug.

He turns around once,

blends into the rug.

I read him a sentence.

He scowls with one eye.

I won’t read him another.

Let sleeping cats lie.

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Jackie Hosking (that’s me)

What do you do?


When Grandma’s at home, sipping tea from her mug

And she feels all alone, by the fire, on the rug

And she desperately pines for a cuddly hug

Do you know what she does?


She calls me.gif


Cause when Grandma’s alone and in need of a hug

Then she picks up the phone that is next to her mug

And she says, ‘come around for a cuddly hug.’

And do you know what I do?


I say yes.


And I get on my bike and I pedal like mad

Cause there’s nothing quite like a hug that you’ve had

From a cuddly Grandma who’s lonely or sad

And that’s we do.


What do you do?


Brenda Williams

When little children go to sleep


When little children go to sleep

All their toys begin to creep

Out of the toy box, out of the beds

Leaving children nodding their heads.


Out in the moonlight, out in the night

Teddies and pandas.  A magical sight!

A monkey, a dragon, a zebra, a duck.

A cute cuddly cat and even a truck.


When children are sleeping, their toys are away

Out in the starlight as bright as day.

There’s a tiger, a rabbit, a doll dressed in blue

A dinosaur, soldier, and a brown kangaroo.


They’re dancing and laughing, it really is fun

For toys to have parties when daylight is done.

But come the new morning when the sun start to rise

Tired but happy, the toys rub their eyes.


Then softly, so softly on silent small toes

Homeward and homeward each little toy goes.

Back to the toy box, or back to the bed

To snuggle up close to a child’s sleepy head.


Teena Raffa-Mulligan

Sole Mates


My feet are great, they’re just first-rate,

each one a match with its sole mate.

One left, one right, to take me places,

dance and jump and run fast races.


I’ve ten fine toes that like to twitch,

And they can reach to scratch knee

When I stand tall on tippy toe—

Don’t need to wait until I grow.



The cake tin is within my reach

And then I scarper to the beach

To leap the waves that lap the shore.

I kick, sand-flick then race some more.


If every car and bus broke down

It wouldn’t stop me getting round,

For I’d still get from here to there,

My feet would take me everywhere.


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Paul Orshoski

Saylah Anne Weyer


This is the story of Saylah Anne Weyer.
Her Mom is a nurse and her Dad is a Flier.

Her brothers are Pirates. Her sister will share.
Her Grandma shampoos away all her gray hair.

Saylah Anne Weyer

Saylah Anne Weyer

While visiting Grandma’s house one summer day,
Saylah turned on the hose and then squirted away.

She squirted the flowers, the berries and dirt.
She squirted her feet, then her legs and her shirt.

She squirted the fence, then the sidewalk and toys.
She squirted the neighbors: first girls, and then boys.

She squirted at birds that were high in a tree.
Then Grandma said, “Saylah, don’t try squirting me.”

“Don’t worry,” said Saylah. “I’ll do this instead.”
She squirted her grandfather right in the head.

Her Mom started laughing at Papa’s wet hair.
Then Grandma fell giggling right out of her chair.

Her brothers were rolling all over the place.
And people were roaring at Papa’s drenched face.

But Saylah Anne Weyer did not laugh and shout
for Papa got mad and gave her a time-out.

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Mike Lucas

People say I’m growing



People say I’m growing but why can’t I feel me grow?

If people didn’t tell me then I really wouldn’t know.

I always feel the same size, though they buy me bigger clothes,

And they tell me that my head is getting further from my toes.


People say I’m growing. They say, ‘Look how big you’ve got!’

But I just cannot see it, so I tell them, ‘I have not!’

They tell me I look like my dad when he was very young,

Which is lucky ‘cause I wouldn’t if I had a different one.


People say I’m growing but I do not think it’s true,

For surely I’d remember every time I went and grew.

I wore a hat all day today to see if it got higher,

But it didn’t so I know that they are liars, liars, liars!


People say I’m growing and I think I might agree,

For today it is my birthday and I’m now a grown up three.

Perhaps I’m really growing, but I cannot say for sure,

So I’ll have another look next year when I am great big four.


Jenny Erlanger




What delicacy

are you planning for tea?

I must say I’m feeling quite famished.

Fried brains with a sliver

of kidney and liver?

How funny!  My appetite’s vanished.



Brian P Cleary

At the Muzzaloo Store


At the muzzaloo store, there are crates of persnoobles,

Fresh-baked flobitzen and tazbees with jubles.

They’re stocking the shelves with the best alaprises,

Ungden and traffadoo (three different sizes!).14915478_10155552507396509_5119004040222742446_n


High on the shelf you’ll find melezoid dinkles,

The nice, silky, smooth kind without any wrinkles.

Jars filled with tomashes, wazzenloft, too.

Boxes of mooglehorns, yellow and blue.


Right down aisle 7, is where they keep japers —

Stacked, and wrapped neatly in pink tissue papers —

Mozenar, trums, castanoovas and more;

You’ll find all of this at the muzzaloo store!



Darren Sardelli

The Letter A


The letter A is awesome!

It simply is the best.

Without an A, you could not get

an A+ on a test.

You’d never see an acrobat

or eat an apple pie.

You couldn’t be an astronaut

or kiss your aunt goodbye.

An antelope would not exist.

An ape would be unknown.

You’d never hear a person

say “Afraid” or “All Alone”.

The A’s in avocado

would completely disappear

and certain words would be forgot


Published in The School Magazine (Australia)

like “ankle”, “arm”, and “ear”.


Without the A, you couldn’t aim

an arrow in the air.

You wouldn’t ask for apricots

or almonds at a fair.

Aruba and Australia

would be missing from a map.

You’d never use an ATM,

an apron, or an app.

The arctic fox and aardvark

would be absent from the zoo,

and vowels, as you know them,

would be E, I, O, and U.

There wouldn’t be an A chord

on the instruments you play.

Let’s appreciate, admire,

and applaud the letter A!



Joshua Seigal


I was…

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angry as a roaring lion,
angry as a swooping bat,

angry as a squawking parrot,
angry as a screeching cat,

angry as a hissing viper,
angry as a hopping frog,

angry as a big gorilla,
angry as a charging hog,

angry as a howler monkey,
angry as a barking mutt;

Yes I was very, VERY angry
when they said the zoo

was shut.


Meredith Costain

Can you?


Can you jump, can you leap,

Can you shimmy and jiggle?

Skip around corners

Or wobble and wiggle?


Can you swing, can you swoop,

Can you soar through the sky?

Flitter and skitter

Or flutter and fly?


Can you stomp, can you stamp,gif

Can you slither and slide?

Squirm like a worm

Or hover and glide?


Can you step, can you stride,

Can you tumble and twirl?

Spin like a whirlwind

Or swagger and swirl?


Can you flip, can you flap,

Can you do a forward roll?

Jump rope, ski a slope

Or shoot for goal?


I can!


Twitter: @MeredithCostain


Donna Jo Napoli

Instruments of the rain



The rain goes plink on the wagon

…………….plonk on your head

……………………..plunk on the dirt

It goes slip off the petal tip

………….slap against the window pane

……………………………sloop down the gutter

It goes splish in the bird bat

…………….splash in the wading pool

……………………………sploosh in the fish pond

Don’t you love storm concerts?



Jen Bryant



Mister Emu

I see you



Gray and white


Three-foot throat

A periscope?


Bamboo legs

Football eggs


Flightless wings

(Soft-feathered things)


Fast as a bunny

You’re curious, funny


Mister Emu

I see you—


You’re a clown!





Janeen Brian




Do you like to hide?

Sometimes I hide so well

I cannot even find myself –

and then I have to YELL!






Charles Ghigna – Father Goose

Quiet Days

On quiet days

When you are still

And listen with your heart


You can hear

A hush of sounds

And tell them all apart.


You can hear

In early fall

The echo of the owl’s call.


You can hear

Up in the trees

The whisper of the autumn breeze.


You can hear

Out in the dark

The endless plea of puppy’s bark.gif


You can hear

The distant train

Racing through the evening rain.


You can hear

Down by the shore

The thunder of the ocean roar.


You can hear

When passing by

The lonely seagull’s hungry cry.


You can hear

When winter blows

The silence of the falling snow.


You can hear

A hush of sounds

And tell them all apart


On quiet days

When you are still

And listen with your heart.



Celeste Walters

Lumps and Bumpsreview

I’m lying in bed
with lumps and with bumps
I think I have mumps
the doctor said sadly
you do
still Grandma would read to me
sit on my bed
today she complained
of a pain in the head
now Granda has lumps and bumps too.


Liz Brownlee

A Mother Bird’s Song

I’ll gather silver cobwebs

with soft mosses for my nest,

and keep my chicks all safe at night

hugged in my feathered breast


I’ll spend all hours hunting14915478_10155552507396509_5119004040222742446_n

caterpillars in the leaves

to answer every peep

and open beak all saying please


I ‘ll show them how to preen

when they start feathering,

teach them pride in who they are

so they’ll know how to sing


I’ll help them try their wings,

climb the air and learn to fly,

so one day the wind will take them,

to be free as song and sky.


Thanks everyone – just wonderful.

Below are links to poems from OMTB poets who have their own blogs….

Matt Forrest

Sherryl Clark

Lorie Ann Grover

Laura Purdie Salas

Kat Apel

B J Lee

Poetry Friday (2nd Dec)

Sophie Masson

Heidi Mordhorst

One Minute Till Bedtime is now available in the US wherever books are sold, including:

It is also available for purchase now in Australia:



In the UK, it will be available on December 8, 2016:


W.H. Smith

7 thoughts on “One Minute Till Bedtime – Blog Tour/Celebration

  1. Pingback: Poetry Friday: “OMTB” Blog Tour AND a father-daughter collaboration! – Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme

  2. Lovely, really enjoyed reading these! In regard to Charles Ghigna’s poem, my son was part of a study, one of the things they tested was his hearing – age 5, he could hear something as quiet as a snowflake settling on the ground!

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