Best Childishness Poems
-------------------------------------- ~*note: done in fun and aimed at no one~
try and seed my name you'll concede to shame
no use in calling names to lose the game
yir' ill will is just plain disastrous
asinine avatars deserve an asterisk
as for being fact-less, your slaps don't diss
every lick you spit simply tends to miss
harmless words that curse, rehearsed childishness
gets your face erased and they'll say who's next
as defilement arrives inside your text
that's when shame wheels you back, right to the nest.
~10 syllables in each of 10 rhyming lines~
please, let me embrace
this spiritual place
from where i emanate
give me the power
to endure
that i may elevate
and understanding,
and wisdom,
-will perpetuate
a deeper level of vision
that i may
resonate.
and i will rise above
towards love
and u will rise above
towards love
and we will rise above
towards love
allow me patience,
and trust,
inside my circumference
360 degrees
without
incompetence
and bless me
with maturity
to balance childishness
for he who seeks
knowledge
begins with humbleness.
and i will rise above
towards love
and u will rise above
towards love
and we will rise above
towards love
i seek the blessings
of those
of higher consciousness
i walk the roads
of divine complete
eternalness
and in my mind
i can find
that which is endless
but still
i have to confess
i need a place
-to rest-
and i will rise above
towards love
and u will rise above
towards love
and earth will rise above
towards love
embrace.
To be king in the land of princess
You must be dauntless.
When invited to tea you must comment on
Her appearance and dress
With open candidness.
Express
How glad and honored you are to be in the
Presence of the princess who will know you
Are playing out her childishness.
Bless
All invisible and tasteless
Food with a heart felt happiness.
You aren't just King you are also her Royal
Advisor so there must not be any awkwardness
Between you both while playing checkers
Or chess.
Use cleverness
When talking about her room being in a mess.
Be gentle when letting her know there will be
New people in her kingdom which will be
Powerless.
Don't let her suppress
Or have any anxiousness
Your invitations to tea or luncheons will be
Endless.
You will be helping your princess
To deal with real life issues instead of leaving
Her rudderless.
Thus guaranteeing hers and your success.
Boss Lady! Boss Lady? Whatever do you mean?
Do you mean I’m hip, I’m fly, I’m stylish, what?
Do I accept an accolade, or are you being snide?
Or is it innuendo; yes… true, that just could be it too.
Of course, you could be like one, who scoffs at his own issues;
for he is in denial, and refuses to resolve them.
What that means quite frankly dear is that you are insecure;
and women who assert themselves just scare the pants off you,
but you won’t tell that either.
What could you lose but childishness if once you would admit?
This better half of you in me has more than half a mind, and works.
So well it works, (the female brain) you hardly can admit it; instead
Your first defense is always, “women just don’t get it”.
And there you go, that wall goes up and words… they just don’t matter;
then reason doesn’t stand a chance, you say, “Oh, you’re so damn frus-tra-ting”.
If you would relax and keep quite still, it will not take long to see,
the things Boss lady can not do she smiles and calls for you.
The reason friend is fairly simple, we make what’s called a team.
Boss ladies do insinuate, but only to implore,
you must stand tall, or you will fall, as prey to an imposter ;
Just recognize the one who sighs, though cute, is what? An interloper.
This is where my grief met Jeremiah's lamentations
OUR FATHER
As far as the east is from the west, that’s how far the Lord has removed our transgressions from us?
Why do I feel not far removed from my sins or the sins of others?
Suffocated by faults and indiscretions of human-ness that lacks discretion
Of fearlessness; the lack of intuition
Of childishness but a child born in the wrong time?
But God’s timing is always right?
Can you see this Lord?
Is heaven mastering this disaster only for our inferior minds to finally resurrect from the shambles?
And realise that You have been building us a new city all along.
I believe in the Author of fate so maybe that is where my hope springs from
Or from the crippling fear of the effects of reality
Disappointment
Shock
Is this how feeble we are as humans?
How our chromosomes, blood cells, alleles all created from dust can just wither away when one gust of wind comes before we can find shelter
How our intangible thoughts are invisible holograms that effect nothing
Our father who art in heaven should we lose faith while we are on earth because there is plenty in heaven?
Will we make it the pearly gates with our infirm humanly wrongs and all the cavities punctured in our teeth
And speak to the guardians in low tones of how we praised the Creator on earth forgetting to mention how our own faults in the sweetened land He placed us in; have led us to corroded incisors
We consume more sweetened sin than soured heaven.
I cannot stare at my reflection in the mirror because I feel like a ghost
And legend has it that once the undead return they leave no shadow
They simply exist among other human humans
Who put status updates on their whatsapps saying ‘be still and know that I am God?’
It is easy to be transfixed in the same position when the walls around you are not caving in
I feel I have been saying much without saying anything,
Because maybe this conversation should just be between me and Him
But I do not know what to say to Him
My human human-ness has failed me once again
So maybe He could just look into my laden heart, desperate thoughts and fearful mind
And decide where I can go from here
Where they can go from here
Where we can go from here...
For Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever
Amen.
My suit of self-loathing no longer fits
The mirror of compassion tells me so
Years of bad-intentions held back growth
After a time, the length of my sleeves bind
I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized
These angry pants are fit for a small child
How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists
How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket
Like it or not, the right suit still waits
No one other than I can disrobe loathing
The best cloak is the one from the womb
It takes skill to unstitch a childish blazer
It takes care to unhem pants outgrown
It takes love to go out in my birthday suit
Let tatters of anxiety fall down the chute
Self-loathing keeps me from disrobing
But, I’m not ready to shed my suit yet
The manly scissors that cuts are too heavy
After self-loathing is bare understanding
Forgive the man unstitching childishness
Let go of short-comings without clinging
Take the macho suit off the rack with care
Try on that fitted suit made for just me
Wear it till love fills the over-sized space
Take it all off till nakedness feels nice
Matthew 24:18
"Whoever is in the field must not turn back to get his cloak."
~~ooOO If I Were A Boy OOoo~~
If I were a boy, how cool that would be!
I’d always have a friend ready to play with me
Through boyhood to manhood I know he’d be there
We’d play together always, happy to share.
The cowboys won’t worry if the Indians attack
I’d get out my weapon and fight them all back.
The monsters would disappear from under the bed
With my weapon in my hand, I’d strike them all dead.
Girls they say are faster learning at school
But with my weapon in my hand I’d show them I’m cool.
Writing when I want; my letters nice and slow
I’d even write my name into the white virgin snow.
The life of a boy is all balls it seems,
From baseball to football and cricket.
With my weapon in my hand I’d knock every ball in
Through the hoop, in the net and hit the wicket.
As a man my friend would still be with me
More controlled put away, and not accidentally.
As a member now of the opposite gender,
I’d be gifted with the power of childishness to remember.
Where as girls grow soppy and want a boy to love them
Boy’s grow strong, and want to go out with men.
To swill pints of ale and make themselves sick
But they count every pint as though some great trick.
If I were a boy I’d take my pride in my hand
I’d hit the highest point on the wall when I stand.
I’d have the biggest, most powerful one ever
My throw would be talked about and forgotten never.
If I were a man I’d have huge shoulders, strong I would be.
If I were a man I’d be the man that loves me.
If I were an Olympian I‘d be the pride of the nation
As you know well, every boy is gifted with
A huge imagination.
I woke up on a fresh Friday morning and introduced myself to a new day
A sweet smile stretched and a beautiful kiss of the wind lay on my cheek
Brushing my teeth and heading off to the kitchen for a delicious breakfast,
A visitor knocked on my cheek’s door
Kind and caring I was, for I welcomed him and opened my pink castle’s doors
An old visitor, it was,
Beside him was a young man holding the old man like something dear
I invited both of them to the dining room where a long red carpet lay
and walls of pearls guarded my castle
My pink castle doors were strongly fastened; no air can survive
Coffee and tea were offered to the gentlemen in front of me
A sip from here and a gulp from there
Words began to mutter themselves out of the old man’s cave:
“Ab ovo, I am here with a wise gift to thee
I am here because it is time for thou to hold and protect thee wise
For it is a symbol of wisdom and not ignorance
It is a symbol of maturity and not childishness
Come my wise child, rise”
And so, the young man rose and approached towards me
In his hands was a parchment carved with beautiful scarlet ink
Vigilantly, I slowly opened it to read:
“Today, a wisdom tooth shall tear its way towards sunlight
For you, dear beholder, have become shrewd enough to be handed a crown
Never lose it, never leave it, never take it off
Never let anybody borrow it and never forget about it
Tonight, you shall feel pain, but you are strong
Hold on and don’t give up, for you shall behold a treasure”
Suddenly, a drift of whistling wind entered my castle
The visitors were gone,
Pain stroke, but a wisdom tooth grew…
Love again
And love after love
Ends in dissolution of joy
I pause, not for me,
Because of this much I am certain
And long winded Socrates cannot pull the curtain
Of logics down unless a fallacy is there
I found what he has proven in every tear
And smile bemused with dry eyes
For I shall always be as I know to be
And who I am I know for certain.
Love again
And love after love
People come laden with feelings
Confused about their identity
Hoping to be cuddled, kiss
Flattered, fawn at, frazzle your nerves with demand for attention
And after every tantrum and scream
Sit pouting to be caressed
For you to beg their forgiveness for their childishness
And lack of maturity.
I could say "grow up!"
But you cannot tickle, cajole, or command growth
It is the spontaneous fulfilment of identity
The ultimate goal of maturity.
Love again
And love after love
Have failed, people withered without fruiting
For feeling is never enough
And keep changing like seasons, but without warning
The whole view of world falls in disarray
And I, desolate, alone, face this storm of disbelief
That God has no image left in the world,
But I
Knowing one more thing than Socrates
Thasoul
t love is a person, a being
So that love can only be the gift of self
The annihilation of individuality
The final becoming
Of the ultimate identitty. Every cohesion
And pelvic thrust is not the satisfaction until
Bone fuse with bone, and flesh with flesh
And God and man hold hands in one united soul.
Love again
And love after love
This approximation makes us vulnerable
Frightened
For ego is the only sacrifice love accepts
And with every flight the ritual of lies begin
Strand after strand
The decomposition of the soul
Marriages marred, melted in mist of tears
I stay peculiar with the years
From the potter's hand
I am the image as I am.
He was a new poet with the dew of youth
on his cheeks and childishness in his words.
He spoke of his God, of love, and of truth,
with a pony-tailed naïveté which implored.
Bicycles pedal through his posies chords.
He smiled, when he spoke of A. Ginsberg, man ...
nicotine stained the fingers on his hand.
Thinking of the beat poets, Rexroth he'd read,
tales in smoke-rings round his brow like a garland.
Dean was resurrected in the cock of his head.
This new rooster was just twenty-four,
one earring, bow lips and shy of pretense;
he wrote in a leather-bound book of war.
Yet, he was all about peace, and innocence;
for the world, the world, held troubles immense.
A rebel of peace, so like Siddhartha
to war he'd not go, not follow father.
A poet primed a new man with a calling
trying once again to call each man brother;
scrying with blood to stop mankind's falling.
*Double Dizain
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
Yes, one of my many talents I didn't know I
Possessed. I will not be impolite. It's standing
There in all its fiery splendor talking from the
Other side of the fence illuminating the
Darkness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Would you say your bigger than a mastodon?
I must be under a spell. Where is the sorceress?
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
When you use your imagination John
Anything is possible and it is bottomless.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Do you eat tarragon?
We are making progress.
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
I wave my hand and said Soon all this will be
Gone
Back to lifelessness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
A bonfire gave me the key to once upon.
My grandson is still talking about my
Childishness.
My grandma talked to a fiery dragon.
She was honored to have met, seen, and
Talked to such an incredible phenomenon.
From her looks,
to her nature,
From her sense,
to her nonsense,
I HAVE INHERITED EVERYTHING!
From her silence,
to her childishness,
From her aptitude,
to her creativity,
SHE HAS GIVEN ME EVERYTHING!
From my fears,
to my strengths,
From my tears,
to my smiles,
I SHARE EVERYTHING!
LOVE-She's filled with,
CARE- She always does,
She's my Mum,
MY ANGEL,MY WORLD!
Form:
I was barricaded by destruction and liberated by loss….
.....there you were…
One stare at you has broken through my wretchedness and distress,
one touch from you redirected my fierceness and turned off my loneliness.
I used to wake up in gloom and because of you I sleep in contentedness,
your fire killed all my fumes and I keep walking inside your completeness.
After all my dreaded seasons I buried my demons in your kindliness,
for all the wrong reasons I enjoyed my grievance within my consciousness.
My longing for your hunger resides in between your purity of liveliness,
I used to have an appetite with lies and fearing routines towards my childishness.
Now I am reborn because you crave my desire within your attentiveness,
I have sworn my fidelity turning my lonely sapphires into diamonds of tenderness.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 7, 2016
A breath of awe, sublime radiant blue,
blessings of hands, a golden heirloom ring.
Young lovers readying for dreams anew
on blooming love, loose streams, and songs of spring.
Angels greet youth bashful feet, a spark of
hunger and thirst for a future journey.
Amber sunset rise to lovers in love,
together taking time with no worries.
They watch hand in hand a peach horizon
stream through flickering limbs and window shades.
Embrace, kiss, song, a dance to its rising
time slowly says good-bye, but never fades.
Seems like it was yesterday's childishness,
a narrative passage of timelessness.
6/24/2017
The song of the soul is not jazz
Lowliness crumbles beneath the bruised conscience
Its a new day but the world is still the same
Pajamas can create a riot when they are not washed
Dirt and disorderliness of the furniture can be really peaceful
But who would know that?
The unexplained-ness of the haywire life
one leads teaches the weary soul of the need
Of noise, more than harmony
Its like the unraveling of obscurity
When the whole world doesn't understand you,
You feel victorious
The destructive novelty blended with the
Stupendous childishness of ideas
Alienate...
Increasing the loneliness but helps in shaping up the mind:
Its like a strangler
Choking is pleasure when in an adventurous mood
And the zeal in discovering whats beyond logic
Puts imagination before facts
Yes, I'm dying
This time
I like it more than ever.