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Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin

Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Friendly Freeformmmm

'Baby, you taste like chocolate,
You and me we'd make a great rhyming couplet.
A.K.A a grinding couplet.'
'You can get on top of me like enjambment.'
'I can show you some wild imagery,
Me on you, you on me.'
'Metaphor stands for meet-at-four,
We'll get it on till the break of dawn.'
'Damn, could you BE anymore sexual?' -an example of a rhetorical question you could include...
'S-s-s-s-s-SEX!'- an example of sibilance you could use (and probably will).
'Annotate me honey, and together we can achieve a deeper meaning.'

Copyright © Poetry Aircraft Carrier B

Details | Ballade | |


Esmeralda and the fairies

Esmeralda in her garden
Was playing with her dolls
Amidst flowers so beautiful
The sun shone down like gold.
Midst butterflies, and pretty birds
And trees that softly glowed
She saw two fairies oh so pretty
As one sat upon a toad.

The toad did look so happy there
With the fairy on his back.
They came up to a pretty rose
By a little grassy track
Then one fairy danced a dance
Little heart all filled with bliss
As Esmeralda felt such love
And so much happiness.

The other fairy started dancing
As the toad just clapped his hands
 Esmeralda watched it all
Oh she thought it was grand
But when she told her mum and dad
Well, they just laughed at her
And told her 'it’s imagination'
That it did not occur.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VIII: The Christmas Tree

Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree Triangular I’ve always been Representing His love, your Hope and your faith Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree I share with you so many lights Reminding you to celebrate His glow Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree I have a stand, one but strong Cling unto Him to be your Rock. Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas Tree Can you see how green I’ve always been? That’s exactly how he’ll keep you nourished All through the year Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree Always looking good in awesome decorations You are not the only one with new robes Yes! B’cos it’s Christmas!

Copyright © Funom Makama

Details | Rhyme | |

Typically Luke Poem 13 - TREE HOUSE SAGA

Luke was building a tree house He was building it all by himself A rusty old hammer, several bent nails And wood that used to be someone’s shelf We could all hear Luke working so hard Hammering and sawing away He was such a busy little bee He didn’t even have time to play He’d get the job half completed Then it would all just fall apart But he’d just pick up the pieces and start again The kid certainly does have heart Finally the tree house was finished Luke was as proud and as happy as could be He’d done a good job, but there was something missing And unfortunately that was the tree. But Luke shouldn't get too upset Shouldn't let it get to his head He may not have made a tree house But he had made a lovely shed.

Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill

Details | Rhyme | |

Our Alphabet Tree

Our Alphabet Tree

A, B, C
oh look at me 
I’m as pretty (handsome)
as can be

D, E, F, G
sit back and see
how we add more letters 
to our beautiful tree

H, I, J, K
I’m learning today
two more 
and we will be half way

Now L and M
I’ll go grab them
and place them
right here on this limb

N, O, P, Q
oh look at you
you’re getting it now
and I am too

R, S, T, U
see what we can do?
I’m proud of me
and proud of you

V, W, X, Y
time to say goodbye
our play has reached it’s end

so let’s count to three
then add our 
to the bottom of our 
beautiful alphabet tree.

by Rochelle Harris

Copyright © Rochelle Harris

Details | Narrative | |

The Gnomes in A Tree

Three Gnomes in a Tree
A Jacky Foster Story

My name’s Jacky Foster and I’m a curious young lad
I live with my young sister and my mom and my dad.
I look for adventure in the woods near our land
With help from old Sparky, my dog and right hand.
I remember one Sunday, very deep in those woods
I was searching for gold and other fine goods.
I had stopped for a moment just to lay my head down
when I heard a strange noise so I peeked all around.
I looked high in the sky and searched through the trees
but nothing was moving, just barely a breeze.
Then I thought to myself I had better go see
what was making this noise before it found me.
So I lay down my backpack, my pick and my shovel
and crept nearer and nearer to the source of the bustle.
There, huddled together on the root of a tree,
sat three frisky gnomes just as strange as could be.
I rubbed my tired eyes then took a quick peek
when one of them spotted me and let out a shriek.
Then slowly they walked from their spot in the trees
and around me they stood, not quite to my knees. 
These mischievous gnomes just looked so absurd
with the weirdest first names that I ever had heard
They were Mogen, Gonem and that rascal Egmon
I just hope I’ll remember who’s who from now on.

They wore long pointy caps brightly colored in red
pulled down to the tops of the ears on their heads.
Their plump little cheeks had fifty freckles or more
and the blue in their eyes matched the shirts that they wore.
They had flowing white beards right down to their knees
and big bushy eyebrows that waved in the breeze.
Their green pantaloons were stuffed in their slippers
with curled-up toes and brass-colored zippers.
Then wiggling and giggling they tugged on my sleeve
And I knew right away they were anxious to leave.
They pulled and they pushed me downhill to their home,
it was then that I knew there were many more gnomes.
I saw that quite snuggly in the knot of tree,
was a small, cozy cottage for their whole family. 
It had red wooden doors with a window or two,
And an upstairs and downstairs with a wonderful view.
There were panes in the windows with curtains of lace
there were bowers with flowers all over the place.
Out back was a garden with carrots and peas
and corn and potatoes growing under the trees.
I sat on the ground and leaned back on a root
and watched the whole family just hustle and scoot.
Then all of a sudden the doors opened wide
And the gnomes with their father walked quickly outside.

They struggled to carry a large leather book
that they put on my lap and asked me to look.
It was full of lined pages but little was written
except for three chipmunks and a Siamese kitten.
The father looked wary but he took a short stride
and climbed on a toadstool and sat by my side. 
He spoke in a language I now understood
and asked me to help them, if only I would.
“You see,” said he nicely “the prince in his wisdom
has asked us to count every beast in the kingdom.”
But the ledger’s too heavy for all of us to bring
and we hope you would help us to carry this thing.
So I said I’d be happy to help with that chore
I’d carry the big book and do anything more.
He rose up from his stool and danced a whole bunch
then called for his wife to prepare a huge lunch.
We ate veggies and dumplings and a big chicken stew
then we all settled down to take a short snooze.
We gathered our strength for the task that we faced
I picked up the book and through the forest we raced.
Egmon led the way with the other three just behind
and I was trying to keep up but I seemed to lose time.
Up the hills, down the dales and all around and around
over brooks, over logs till we reached a high mound.

From the top we could see the whole kingdom around
with the forests, the fields and the sea a way down. 
So I sat with that ledger right on top of the mount
while the gnomes scampered off for the animal count.
There were owls with scowls sitting high in the trees
they were hooting and tooting as loud as you please.
There were possums and polecats just poking around
with beetles and weevils scurrying over the ground.
There were robins a-bobbin’ for worms under logs
and herons were sharin’ the pond with the frogs
The redbirds and bluebirds played tag in the trees
while the finches were cinches for the best melodies.
There were peacocks in treetops with iridescent tails
koalas and pandas played games in the dales.
There were wombats and fruit bats and Australian quolls
while quokkas and wallabies bounced over the knolls.
They counted donkeys and monkeys and wildebeest plenty
there were warthogs and hedgehogs, a lot more than twenty.
They counted brown camels and mammals of all kind
and every animal in the kingdom they were able to find.
Now the gnomes with their counts came back every minute
and into the ledger I had written everything in it.
Every bird, every animal and every fish in the sea
all the names and the numbers they had brought back to me.

I wrote and I wrote all those records to keep
till my eyes grew so heavy I fell fast asleep.
Then I awoke with a start all covered with leaves
and I felt something tugging very hard on my sleeves.
I sat up quite quickly with my eyes open wide
And my faithful dog Sparky was there by my side.
I looked all around but not a gnome did I see
not a garden, not a flower nor a house in a tree.
So I picked up my backpack, my pick and my shovel
And thought all that had happened was just a big puzzle.
Then I opened the backpack to stuff things back inside
and there was my pick with a note carefully tied.
It read: “We thank you so much for your help on this day
for without you we’d never got the count underway.
You’re welcome forever to come visit and stay
just return to the woods and we’ll show you the way.”
I held the note tightly and close to my heart
remembering my tiny friends who seemed far apart.
Then I thought and I wondered what all of this meant
but one thing I was sure of -  it was nothing I dreamt.

©  2015  

Copyright © John Lofquist