Best Child Welfare Poems

For P.D's "Going Haiku Crazy" Contest

 
How Many?

going to St. Ives
met folks on that smelly bus
more than I could count

Just Sleep Walking?

Wee Willy Winky
caught outside a boy’s window
in a night garment

Got Wool?

naked in the lane
three bags-full of wool sheared off
baa baa black sheep fleeced

She Didn’t...

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A FORGOTTEN ANGEL

Who was she?  They wondered
No one knew her name
Where did she live?  They wondered
No one ever saw her playing
How old was she?  They wondered
Did she have any friends?
What happened?  They wondered
Will this travesty ever end?
Who hurt her?  They...

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She was the apple of her father’s eyes
Both of them lived in an illegal hovel
He mother left to marry someone else
Jobless father accepts risky tasks all.
Take tasks often dangerous and not cool
To keep his daughter well fed and clothed.
And then a time comes to send...

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Trouble comes from their voice and countenance
appear at the wrong time like bad neighbours
after child welfare, the next is distance
please son, cooperate and let’s gain their favours.
Who can be better in loving my child?
I’m the consultant to those who pamper
love is a tree but a...

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Just One More Runaway

Seven times the hammer fell
life's hard knocks no pity
no help, no liberty bell
alone in cold cruel city

Rainbow fell soft that morn
cleansing rains splashed down
she crying with newborn
so far from her home town

City stared down, not a word
silence rules empty stage
their cries not...

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As a society we are wrestling with the issues,
Of how best to Provide for our children.

Should the state play such a big part?
Should we set up charities that only focus on children,
When the whole family is dysfunctional,?
Are criminal gangs and families suitable places to leave...

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a sudden Bonanza viz sexual abuse among 
faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD
now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman 
and Robin to Get Smart
take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast), 

those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times
yet, who determines what constitutes, and...

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Hello,pretty Annie...
I keep on remembering
your warm hugs and
your sensible,sweet words;
but Mr. Resenick
from child welfare
took you away from your mother...
because of Aida's lies!

Now all you can do is pray,
Brooklyn isn't going to be
the neighborhood you will love...Annie;
what you left back in Queens
is as priceless 
as happiness!

Hello,pretty...

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It is quite common to kiss 'ouchys' on those wee.
At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy.
I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see.
Soon, he called out with words that completely shook me,
"Mom, it washed red and sore, please come kiss...

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Heaven's (to Betsy) dis allow
wing danger fields vow
wing to protect and bless 
     beasts and children – endow
wing inadequate livingsocial 
     egads, fore-fend, now
a days such simultaneous show
whirring, or bath,

     asper in above...

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Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account 
written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, 
while I (a socially withdrawn *****Sapiens) 
groveled along (on a secret Msn)
along boulevard of broken dreams,
whereby yours truly forced to eat...

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Arduous agonizing affliction
doth unrelentingly assail...
aghast to exhale lest...lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by bloodied cracked fingernail
phantasmagoric tendrils constrict

stoppering me to whisper or wail
yawning abyss menacingly beseeches
hmm...release could immediately curtail
cumulative (lifetime's worth) travail
freefalling, pirouetting unnervingly,
unstoppably, unwaveringly... zipping

into infinite black hell hole ail
mince vanish as doth guilt - a...

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I’m bringing out the songs
lingering inside
as patrons in the bar
gaze at me—
I’ve been waiting for this night
for the last two days.
I am looking for the stars
while singing from my heart.
I sing I’ve Just Seen a Face
something I first heard
in sixth grade when walking
into the classroom.
Through...

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Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account 
written more'n a dozen 
dirty dancing decades ago, 
while I (a socially 
withdrawn *****Sapiens) 
one indigent Yahoo 
groveled along (on a secret Msn
within webbed wide netscaped world)
along boulevard...

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