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Borderline Poster Child

Who am I, oh, who am I? Just a poser child Borderline? A series of bold contradictions Led on by doctors false predictions Diagnosing all the time... Angry outbursts fill the air, Throwing objects everywhere, They drug me up, because they're lazy It's too much work to help the crazy I hate the pills, but they don't care Take the drugs, and you'll feel better, We'll smoke some bud, and chill together But even if I smoked the weed Surely that's not all I need The lovely high won't last forever I get attatached to everyone, But when they get too close, I run So many arrows in my heart Cupid shoots, but then I part Not phased by all the wrong I've done So put me on more medication, I'll throw in some dedication, But even then it's not enough This emptiness is still too tough All that's left is contemplation

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2011

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Pancakes

The Pancakes are ready to eat
My Granddaughter's help was so neat
The eggs she did crack 
The smiles did not lack
As eggshells were part of the treat

© 2013 Rick Zablocki 

My 4 year old granddaughter helped me make breakfast this am, pancakes from scratch.  Lots of fun.

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

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There's No Place Like Home

Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked  witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone  

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2013

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New Life

Hiding in mummy's tummy, kicking happily away
 I'm kissing you warmly, clapping and singing in play
 They say in a few weeks
 I'll be able to kiss  your new cheeks
 I can't wait for the morning I'll lift you in a sway

(c) Nyonglema

Copyright © Nyonglema Pisoh | Year Posted 2014

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There Goes Ethan

One day on the trampoline, my nephew, aiming for the tree,
overshot his leap and jumped as far as the eye can see.
If you squint hard enough
you'll see it in the buff;
a minuscule dot orbiting the galaxy!



NOTE: My nephew Ethan is one of those kids where it's not enough to say he's skinny (if he inhaled enough helium I wonder the possibilities of him floating away).

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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Child Gone Wild

WHO trashed this whole house and went wild? WHAT? You let in the dog? He got riled? WHEN was this? Where’s he at? WHERE the heck is the cat?? WHY ever did I want a child? for Harry Horseman's 5-W's Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Mahala

My granddaughter's name is Mahala
She plays with lots of great stamina
We run here and there
We play everywhere
Pretending to be a tarantula

© 2013 Rick Zablocki

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

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H is for Happy

H is for Happy, a tickled pink smiley
A jam on a pancake, made of strawberry
to start-up a day 
when you can just play
dress like a princess, and mom is the fairy.

H is for Happy, a birthday wish for you,
to feel in your heart, though everything is new
to laugh and then giggle
to dance and then jiggle
run, skip and wiggle like that day at the zoo.





22 September 2015
E is for Emotion Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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A dull three - aka Adultery

Love lived in the hearts of Him and Her,
 But distance shrouded fear over Her
 And to punish Her reluctance
 He gave another girl a chance
 And she brought triplets nine months later.



(c) Nyonglema

Copyright © Nyonglema Pisoh | Year Posted 2014

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A Child of Nine

When I was a child of nine
I thought I had all the time
Time to live and be happy
Time to fish with my pappy
But death had crossed the line

Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2012

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Lefty Louie

Once was a man named lefty Louie
Tried robbing corner store Oh phooey
Little did he come know
Ten sensei's Ready go
Here there nothing felt but Ka Pooey's






Tribute To 
Marshall Arts

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2015

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OLE ST NICK

Ole St. Nick sat on a brick and shouted my Dick is my Dick. They thought vulgarity. He shouted Dick was his baby. They exclaimed, “His name is Patrick!”

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Coy

He was an unusual boy Who thought Granny played with his toys Granny thought it was so cute She's his playmate in cohoots Even though she is being coy___

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Pogo Stick Tricks

There once was a boy with two sticks.
He bounced on both pogos; planned tricks.
One day he fell down
He laughed like a clown.
Then, sprung off; one foot on each stick.

Copyright March 8, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest Spring Forward 
(Finished too late to enter, though.)
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi

Inspired by my grandsons!

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015

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True price of war

The mighty warlord shakes his fist and sends his troops to the abyss
Families broken and torn because of an oath that was sworn
Fathers and sons die in vain but no one can feel their pain
Mothers cry as their children are sent off to die
Innocent blood is shed, does no one care for these dead
Sadness grips the heart of man as many a persons blood stains the land
Cries from the public go unheard as the warlord shouts his mighty words
Kill them all he says, make these people pay
The screams of wounded go on through the night begging for the warlord to end the fight
No answer comes from his high up throne for his heart is cold as stone
Only a child dared to face him
He begged for his people 
His words so moved the warlord he again shook is fist this time calling his troops from
the abyss
Families are pieced back together after the mighty storm they have weathered
The child is proclaimed a hero
Sides that once wared against each other now call themselves brothers
Fields are resown and homes rebuilt, no longer does the warlord feel  guilt
But nothing can replace the loss of life for that is the true price of war

Copyright © Enik Fox | Year Posted 2009

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TODDLER TWEET

       Toddler tweet

Merry blue dressed Bob, the builder,
Please return my reddish toy rooster,
I’ll give you my toy elephant,
A bubbly grey buoyant infant,
He is a long nosy mister.
                      
Rizwana bhurani.
21-10-2015

Copyright © Rizwana Bhurani | Year Posted 2015

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HOW COULD I RESIST THIS CHALLENGE - UPDATED COLLABORATION WITH ROB BETTRIDGE

Little Susie had peed her new pants Such an unfortunate circumstance In front of her mother She blushed a red colour … Then invented the ‘Wet knickers’ dance! Mum's reaction to this was not cool As Sue pranced around like a fool To add to her woe More started to flow Down her leg and formed into a Pool Susie knew right away, she was Toast With her face turning pale as a ghost When the Cork in her ass Shot out with the gas And Mother got blasted the most Desperately needing a breath of fresh air We ran out of the house in a state of despair It is far from a joke To splutter and choke On a stench that melts noses and frizzles our hair In disgrace, she stomped off to the shed Where a cunning plan entered her head Her gas mask condition Needed stiff competition So she's joined a Bad Ass Commune instead Sue was accepted as one of the troupe After she curdled Cow’s milk into soup And once it was dark She thought it a lark To 'Blue Flame' her gas for the group In a national contest for which she was keen She entered to take on the best there has been But to Susie’s surprise They gave the Top Prize To a bloke farting 'God Save The Queen' 'Porton Down' is off limits so no one can see The 'Boffins' who work in white coats, secretly MI6 sniffed around And Susie was found Then Pressed into service as their new WMD Collaboration with Rob Bettridge

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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The summer of change

This summer, different from any other
I watched two girls to help out their mother
My kids, a job and a half
My family shared a good laugh
As my quiet time, they knew, would smother

As always, I refused to listen
Their clear, blue eyes would glisten
Accepting the challenge
A work load benge
Now that their gone, I find myself missing

Before long, I learned, it was me
I was right where God wanted me to be
I helped a friend
Meet her ends
Helping myself unknowingly

An angel, disguised as a ten year old
Oh at the scenarios that would unfold
A precious punk
With fiery spunk
In my heart, she quickly strolled

She taught me things, my aged eyes couldn't see
Imagination, excitement, to her, came easily
With every pinch
I budged an inch
Before long, I was on a fun living spree

Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015

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HOW COULD I RESIST THIS CHALLENGE

Little Susie had peed her new pants Such an unfortunate circumstance In front of her mother She blushed a red colour … then invented the wet knickers dance! I used the poetry soup word generator and it came up with the word ‘urination’ … now how could I resist THAT challenge!!! (In the UK pants and knickers are what are known as panties in the US) 26th January 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Immaturity



You can only be young once, but you can always be immature As long as you live, trust me, I know this to be fact for sure I'm a prime example A perfect sample Of immaturity, you can surely be assured

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016