Post a Poem. How Do Books Make you Feel?
I love a book with dusty pages,
that speak to me of ancient sages,
with crafted words of such delight,
that time is stilled
as thoughts take flight,
transporting me
to other dreams,
where woven worlds and story streams,
transcend this time
and leave behind,
the beauty of eternal mind.
(C) copyright Niamh Clune 2012
How do books make you feel?
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About Dr Niamh
When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down.
One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.”
Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!”
I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I?
I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.”
Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray.
With love from Dr. Niamh,
Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com
Niamh Clune 
How I Feel About Books
I love the feel of a book in my hand,
The smell of an old book store is special and grand,
Leafing through pages of a famous old mystery,
I think of who’s read it – their thoughts – their history,
You see, there’s much more there than just the book,
You can travel the world without leaving your nook,
Take any book down from your shelf,
Learn something new about yourself.
There are no boundaries within her covers,
It’s a place for learners and dreamers and lovers,
Yes, that’s the way books make me feel,
Without books, my world just wouldn’t be real.
© 2012 DiAnne Ebejer
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Smashing! Love this,DiAnne.
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I love books
from my childhood
that used to be kept in
steel trunks, unlocked.
Picture books,
written for children,
I really loved those books a lot!
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Really special, those childhood books. Don’t they shape us and our imaginations? The power of a writer is immense.
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Pages that tell a tale, spin a yarn
Can take my mind to other places
Just as if my heart set sail
Knowledge gained through words so wise
Imagination sparked through great surprise
Books are our treasured legacy
Now my child reads the same as me
Those that magicked my reading hours
Now her thoughts with creativity showers
Yea for words those special gifts
That journeys us through hills and rifts
Chrissie Morris Brady 8 10 12
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Lovely, Chrissie. Isn’t it great that our children can read the same books as me.
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Travel unencumbered with reality
Your wings spread wide
New worlds
New lives
Observe
Or play a part
Feel the yearning to be…
Anyone.
Joe Rinaldo
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Lovely to see you here, Joseph. Thank you for the lovely poem.
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Books
books
an aroma far exceeds,
books can take me
places, any land
far or near,
science ,
encyclopedia,
spirituality,
funny tale,
time travel
to past
present
and future,
ride the waves
travel galaxies
see the magic kingdom
feel magical love,
best of all
you can read a book
in your
pj’s, princess gown,
tuxedo
or jeans,
if you let it
your book
can be
the rhythm
of your heart beat…©
beverley hoyles
septe 10, 2012
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Lovely, Beverley! Where would we be without our books to accompany us through all of life’s journeys?
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When the words came together
and made worlds,
the child found her grace,
her heroes, her truths
far beyond the twilight
of adults who talked over
her head and shouting matches
in the beat between dark
and tears.
Slip under the sheets
with a small light and a paperback.
Ease and magic
and knowledge-
yes, that, too-
A tender hand,
a stepping stone
and a winding staircase.
A thread long held
through a labyrinth.
A cup to hold the sadness;
the freedom to realize
and release joy.
The things that save.
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Gorgeous poem, Tonia…Yes! Books do save our lives sometimes.
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I am not a poet, so will leave a comment. I love books and they have been a great escape for me during challenging times. Such talent in this group. I loved each and every poem.
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What beautiful poetry. Thank you all. Lovely idea, Niamh!
Books whose words transport
to places unimagined
feed our hungry souls.
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Lovely Patricia. Thanks for participating,
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The poem that follows will also be posted on my own blog but because it fits the topic i am posting here first.. J.K.
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How does a book make you feel?
By Jennifer Kiley
10.8.12
If the book is real
Or a fantasy
A tale told well
Appeals to me
Telling a story
that holds my mind
Has to catch me
Somewhere
Out of time
I love to escape
To other lands
Other times
In elegant prose
And verses that rhyme
A book that feels
Delights me no end
I open the pages
And meet an old friend
Learning ideas
Newly created
Expanding my mind
Into all brand new spaces
Exploring thoughts
From realms out of reason
Uncovering secrets
And meanings in season
Books there are many
So choosing the right one
Takes some time
So I’ll choose the bright one
Where ideas shine
With brilliant perspective
I’m one of those
Who needs time
I’m very reflective
Books about lives
Told throughout time
A deep interest to me
Discoveries I’ll find
Learn about life
Some different from mine
Helps one to grow
It’s not at all to pass time
A reminder to me
How important books can be
I think of Twilight Zone
All the time in eternity
A bomb it goes off
The last person he felt lost
But luck led him there
With books more to spare
His greed for the plenty
And not caring for the many
He collected and piled
All his books made him smile
But while he was gloating
His glasses were broken
The sad tale ends there
Not a word could be spoken
© Jennifer Kiley 2012
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Lovely poem, Jennifer. I am so happy to have you come and post a poem here. Tragic about the glasses!
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Magically Transported
I never go anywhere
Without my space/time machine
Otherwise know
As a book
I’m lost with out one
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It is a space/time machine. Thank You, Juliette for the lovely poem.
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The Perfect Book
By Erik (a kid turning 11 soon)
The perfect book,
Doesn’t have a screen,
Or batteries,
Or something like T.V.
The perfect book,
(It has to be just right),
It doesn’t have a built-in dictionary,
Or even a built-in light!
The perfect book,
Doesn’t need to be charged,
(Here’s a hint, you can
Get some with a Library Card)
That’s right!
The perfect book isn’t
an ebook of some sort,
It’s a Paper book!
Great poems above me in the comments and in your post Dr. Clune! 🙂 I’m back, by the way! 😉
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LOVE this poem, Erik! Brilliant…
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A book that speaks to me
Can feel like an intimate lover
I snuggle up with it
Caress the words on pages
Read meaning in phrases
Care for its precious cover
Wrap it up in transport
Feel comfort in revisiting continuing stories.
A book is like a lover
When there is no ‘other’.
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Lovely! Thank you! A book is like a lover, when there is no other…how true!
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