Biography of Stephen Katona
Stephen Katona Poems
Spider In My Pencil Case
From a group of boys, Came excited jabbering noise. In the corner of the playground, There was something they had found.
The Zonkey And The Grolar Bear
'Please don't eat me, ' Said the Zonkey, To the Grolar Bear, 'I'm far too rare.
Koko's Poem For Robin Williams
How I wish you'd let me know, Before you decided to go. When you came to play, You seemed to be okay.
Pink Pyjama Party?
Now what would you think, Of a party all pink, With pink iguanas, Dressed in pink pyjamas?
A World Without Plastic
It would be fantastic, If we stopped using plastic, And eased the world's pain, With a healthy food chain.
The Tortoise And The Hare Race Again
The tortoise watched some field mice play, One beautiful sunny summer's day, When who should fix him with a stare, Than his old race partner, the hare.
A Dolphin's Dreams
My dreams although short, Some, I can report: Riding on a wave, Being rather brave,
A Smile Is A Wonderful Gift
A smile costs nothing, But is an easy way to show loving, A beautiful handout, To take away doubt.
Before I Go, Before You Go.
You see a wrinkled 102 year old, Balanced on the edge of a knife, Waiting for a puff of wind, To send me crashing from this life.
The Bravest Animal I Know.
Like the easily startled deer, A horse is prone to fear. Millennia of being prey, Has built an instinct to run away.
Please See Your Bright Future
I know you feel so much pain, That it feels like there's no more to gain, By staying in a life, Surrounded by stress and strife.
I'M A Clever Crow
Why hello! I'm a hooded crow. I live in a park in Tel Aviv, And I've a skill you'll never believe.
The Broken Hearted
Then in a clearing those broken hearted met, So full they all seemed of regret. They looked each other in the eye, Life had made them want to die,
Snails Keep Away!
Out in the rain, They invade my domain. My flowers are under threat, Whenever it's wet.
Blue The Gladiator
An Australian Healer dog called Blue,
Saved his owner when he was two.
Aged eighty five
She's lucky to be alive.
Ruth Gay slipped on her grass,
Breaking her nose and shoulder alas.
On the ground she lay,
Unaware she would be prey.