Tim Ryerson Poet Choka

Poor Boy Playground

Pain was half the fun
on a dirt-pile pyramid
topped with a slab of lumber
Bleeding, splintered hands
Black and blue behinds, scraped knees
Wounds gladly traded for joy

A discarded box
beckons three dare-devil brats
to crawl in and roll downhill 
through the briar patch
Tucked safe in their cardboard womb
giggling at outraged thorns

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Connie Marcum Wong November 19, 2016 at 10:25 PM I love this Tim. You have captured a boys wonderment. Congratulations on having your poem featured! 7 ; )

Yoshi Mato November 19, 2016 at 5:00 PM Love your style. Brings back my childhood days. Going down "Death Hill".

Jan Allison January 1, 2015 at 9:09 AM oh the joys of childhood or not as the case may be - great write - congrats:-) hugs jan xx

Kayod5 Kayode December 31, 2014 at 9:13 PM Congrats on your fine win and happy new year Tim...huggs

Poet Destroyer A December 31, 2014 at 8:57 PM Hi Tim,, thank you for supporting my contest. I'm taking this time to enjoy and invite you on over to my latest contest "Busted." Drop by if you'd like or have the time. Take Care, and enjoy the 2015... Happy new Year... Love Linda

Andrea Dietrich April 6, 2013 at 5:27 PM what great choka poetry, Tim. I found out that we are able to view all a poet's poems according to FORM and am checking out which forms you have written the most in. You have lots of limericks too.

Debbie Guzzi January 12, 2010 at 2:09 PM Reall y like this yet I have suggestions LOL ..who knew? Soup Mail Light & Love

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 12, 2010 at 10:24 AM Great fun here, Tim. Thanks for sharing this poem with so much imagery. Lovingly, Dane Ann

Sara Kendrick January 8, 2010 at 6:58 AM Oh the joys of childhood when we could turn that box into a train, plane, or anything. I remember doing some of the same things. Sliding down the hill on the cardboard. Fun, Fun, Fun. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Carrie Richards January 6, 2010 at 7:02 PM I remember my big brother talking me into something just like this....but of course, being a girl...I cried when I got all scraped up!! (He thought I was such a sissy! :) When my own kids did this...I thought it was much funnier!! I LOVE poems that bring memories such as this!! Thank you!! :) Love, Carrie

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 6, 2010 at 6:26 PM Hey Tim is this what u did as a little kid ... great fun it seems.. nice visual motion poetry.. enjoyed the "fun with the boys".. blessings... luv... Linda-Marie..