Lost in Youth
Rainbows in the clouds, walking on railroad tracks , locomotives up close
Kickball games , I am left footed, spooky reflections in a mirror, running naked
Wooden desks and chairs, kids in the classroom , the little girl across the street
Black and white T.V., Air conditioning , a new blue car, exhaust fumes
The farm, coal fired furnace , warm heating ducts
a collie , a cocker spaniel and a horse named Thunder
Dark starry nights , telescopes , comets and satellites
Northern winters, snow covered fields ,sledding, frozen lakes , and Orion
Camping in fields , mosquitoes bites , quiet dawns and heavy morning dew,
Grandparents ,riding lawn mowers , apple trees , flower and vegetable gardens
Southern Summers , warm muggy nights , ceiling fans ,open screened windows
Screened in porches, ancient toys, , tiny transistor radios, baseball games talking late into the night
Badminton , side lawns , and long rides home
Public pools , icy waters and underwater swims
Trombone , marching band and high school football games
Sleepy classes, friends , lunchroom games, and girls
High school graduation , college and final goodbyes
Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012
they go to school
receive cap and gown
why can't they read and write?
©Holly P. Moore
Richard Lamoureux's QuestionKu Contest
Copyright © HOLLY MOORE | Year Posted 2012
My future shines like the rays of the sun
brings my inner power to the outside
and even though I just lost a battle
(a battle of ignorance, not stupidity)
it makes me happy to still be alive
and to understand the choices I have made
Change is at the door, challenging me
now that the time has come
and for myself and my dear family
(the ones I love very much)
I am taking the inevitable
of a better future I am capable
My future shines like stars in a clear night
dressing my wife, children and I
dressing my brother, parents, loved ones
(real family and friends)
in elegant clothes for the event of our lives
a graduation from the lessons learned
Responsible I am of my own mistakes
of my unlimited passion and blind pride
however there is something I can recognize
(because that is the final point)
I was not born knowing it all
therefore, in ignorance I was wrong
My future smiles at my present, offering ...
a new alternative, a new way in a new place
a place where all my children can play
(where we are finally going to stay)
surrounded by ideal conditions at home
where everything makes sense after all!
Copyright © Carlos Mongrut | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
I Cried Today
I am thirteen today
You would think I would be happy
Yet it is hard to even crack a smile
With everyone wishing me a Happy Birthday
To me it’s not that happy
As today strange voices carrying on inside me
They say I don’t deserve to live
They say I should die
I am thirteen and
I Cried Today
My sweet sixteen isn’t so sweet
I just want to hide
Go back to sleep
Or simply disappear
What is a girl to do?
When she feels so sad, lonely and depressed
I don’t even have anyone to turn to
I am sixteen and
I Cried Today
Today I am nineteen
It is my graduation day
And while I am smiling on the outside
I feel like I am crumbling on the inside
Those voices don’t give
Never a break
No rest for the wicked they say
I am nineteen and
Today I Cried
I am twenty-one
No drinking for me
I am in a hospital as my first sip was almost my last
Who knew I could be so allergic
I am twenty-one
In a hospital and
I Cried Today
I am twenty-five
I thought I was in love
Until I walked in on my fiancé
In bed with my best friend
My heart feels so cold
I am so alone
As my world has just turned upside down
I am twenty-five and
I Cried Today
I am thirty
I am working hard
To get back my life
Take control of my future
And actually see the possibilities of a tomorrow
It is a lot of work
With a hard road ahead
I am Thirty
I Never Cried Today
I am thirty-four
In a few short months I will be thirty-five
I am not alone
I realize I never was
Surrounded by people I love
People who love me
Married to the love of my life
My dreams are coming true
I feel so happy
I am almost thirty-five and
I Smiled Today
By: Jean Shular
Copyright © Jean Bonella | Year Posted 2010
The volume of a certain something
does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation
or its brevity by relation
Once you strike a chord,
It's moment of breath
Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest
Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success
is evident in the lack of evidence
Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence
You're an ancient old trick
but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head
But in my seductive grin
I am too an old trick
But I stand closest to the cauldron
Stirring green the ocean
To make way for that final moment
When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;
The waves come crashing to the coasts
Coming for my broken souls
With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows
Taking off into tomorrow
With a calmed, relieved breath
Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape
Now, in compassionate presence
Because after all,
Can't have nothing without 'how'
How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.
So, what have You left out?
You've become ignorant of your own shining features
Forgotten feathers from a bow
Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow
All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...
And now, its time for show
Up close and personal
Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow
Opened-close a shut case
Without remorse or concern or thirst,
Because all this, will soon be Unearthed
Copyright © Zhian Mostofi | Year Posted 2013
An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
Life lessons reviewed
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
My spirit alive!
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013
In my dream vision, my spirit had left the Earth.
Behind me was God's special planet;
Thick, white clouds covered it.
I was flying and soaring with ease.
I turned away from gazing at the Earth
To see what was next.
To my surprise, my delight, an owl rather
Large, almost cartoon like in appearance.
Now that I am thinking of it he reminds me
Of that Tootsie Pop commercial where the little
Girl ask the owl how many bites does it take to
Get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?
The owl replies, "Let's find out! One, two, three; three!"
The owl I was facing as I held onto the top of his wings
Had a professor's look to him; wearing spectacles and a
Black graduation cap with a tassel on it,
And a nice dark blue dress jacket.
I held onto this important owl, then I couldn't help but
Look back at the Earth.
Becoming uncomfortable about how high I was right then,
I turned around to fly back down to Earth not intent on landing
On the ground.
No, for the moment I was content to fly into the cloud mass that
Covered the Earth...
Not ready to soar higher just quite yet.
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2016
Ode To A Dead Pilot
The time to sioux for peace is before the first shot is fired.
Weapons of destruction aer better turned around.
Point them at the darkness and then frown.
Fighting is for ^A^ngels and much nobler sorts than yew.
A Soldier in his britches needs a glory to behold;
other than the flag of his own country I am told.
Place your thoughts above on things where Christ
does dwell, and walk on streets of GOLD.
Even in your dreams and memories it will help you to grow old.
There was once a MAN who was once a boy.
He played with toys, and after graduation then He heard:
Great engines sucking air into intakes,
and the expelling of the air again to reach a multi-colored
transfer pointe and sometimes after running out of fuel
a man does NOT bail out...
but takes his planethopping function into the DEAD terrian.
Avoiding populated areas, to kill a cactus NOT a populas.
When that MAN is inn his Heaven and rewards come due.
I want to hear everyone in Heaven say,
'He was a boy getting into that aeroplane, but he
became a MAN today.
I saw several of my men turn fear away from populated places,
as they crashed and died in flame into the desert cactus,
to ensure the best proclivity of mass production.
The wreckage of an aeroplane.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2006
Proudly watching my daughter
Questioning her trail of fate
Restless with anticipation
Sitting watching her future; patiently she waits
It’s hard to let your child go, but even harder to hold them back
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007
We have finally made it
Through this last year
Now we must face
Our deepest fear
On our own we must go
This wheel of life we must steer
Life is yet to come
It has finally just begun
Our lives now depend
On choices of thy own
Now one can’t afford
To sit around ad get stoned
We must make choices
That are very difficult
Yet the right one will reveal
Awards as a result
Your future is what
Only you make
Yet as y you grow older,
If you can believe in your ability
And not think the world is on your shoulders
You will lead
A life filled with joy
And rewards, yet this only happens
When one is employed
You choices from today,
And onward into the years
Will undoubtedly reveal
How your life will be
Just so long as you don’t
Piss it away, and you just wait and see
For you’re the one
Who may change the world
Just lead a straight line
Don’t follow your horde
Prevail you may
Yet if you shall fail
Pull yourself back up,, for that job you dream of
Is not unreachable
You shall find, after you get that job
That your check has always
Been in the mail
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
Playing softly thinking of your first day of school scary teacher but fun words
Growing up too slow with long moments become a blur learning proceeds timeless
Frustration social anxiety but independent understanding self awareness unique me
Branding, marking, making your own way in life challenging forthright don’t always agree
The arduous years of forced study ended memories linger sad happy embarrassing even
Now what do I do stand tall be something for you or find the bird inside my soul and fly
Time to be free experience more love more fear on my own stepping out
Playing softly thinking of life and your first day as a teacher, time to use fun words again
Copyright © Kathleen Edison | Year Posted 2012