Best Go Fly A Kite Poems
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Nature's circle
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29/03/2019
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Light Up The Page 4 Poetry Contest
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1st place in the contest
One day I was really busy with chores as my son was sitting all around.
Not helping, he was driving me crazy as he got in the way, in leaps and bounds.
Every few seconds he was asking what to do, and acting, oh so bored.
His whining and irritation carried on, as all my suggestions, he deplored.
In a moment of weakness, I told him to go fly a kite high up in the blue…
Well, we all know how karma has its way, and comes around so true…
He found a kite and sailed it with a kid with wilder views, outdoors.
Sure enough, trouble began as a girl in tears came running to my door.
She was begging me to save her froggy friend, the one she so adored.
For he was indeed taking a trip to worldly heights, as that kite soared.
Panicked, thoughts of a little broken froggie now sailed thru my mind.
And PETA knocking down my door was of course not far behind.
Chores forgotten, and with eyes full of horror I raced out the door.
Low and behold a kite that never could seem to get off the ground, before…
Was soaring at 200 feet where it continued to climb and soar, some more.
I figured my sons real want, had been to get attention from his Mom, for sure.
And he had won as we were together, as we tried to get that froggy to our side.
But he kept telling me the froggy had, himself, jumped twice on the kite, to ride.
But of course I didn’t believe him as we fought for froggy’s life.
After an hour of swoops and dives while praying for the best, amid the strife.…
Finally he was settled in a tree. But was the little guy happy? Did you guess?
No siree! No way! For when the kite took off again, I must confess…
With a leap of faith… he was again riding that kite as it shot up like an arrow.
And my son told me SEEEE I told you he really wanted to go…
As I reeled him quickly in, I ate a little crow, for not believing in him, before.
As we brought the froggy back down…I explained he didn’t want to soar…
But no matter what he wanted… he must not let him, ever sail again…
For my son was old enough to now understood the danger he’d been in.
I told him it was his responsibility to protect and pay attention to his little friend.
Instead give him love and attention, and to always be kind to him.
Dedicated to my Hubby always encouraging me on this site. PS: This is fictional.
Stifled in this spin of bight
Tongue undone in sudden fright
cannot scream claws holding tight
To twist and stomp with all my might
What is this sorry bloody sight?
So slippery slime that yet can bite
If one could stretch to such a height
to burst though stone and see the light
It's midnight moonless clouded night
an empty graveyard sees my plight
And shudders for this can't be right
This is the season
For flying a kite.
Succumb to the wind
And indulge in delight.
Release enough string
So it rises with ease
And watch how it dances
And dips in the breeze.
With tail all a’flutter,
It tugs at its tether
To frolic with glee
In this blustery weather.
I don’t understand
In the midst of a fight,
Why someone will tell you
To go fly a kite.
It’s meant as an insult,
To vex and annoy,
But kite-flying always
Engenders such joy.
I guess some expressions
Fall far out of style,
For flying a kite
Is a path to a smile.
For Gwendolen Rix's "Lets Go Fly a Kite" contest
Thanks to Andrea Dietrich for being an inspiration and a kindred spirit.
Gigantic dragons with long tails
Orange and green crepe contrails
Flying majestically in the wind
Leveling out high above
Yet weaving on currents depend
Attracting attention from everyone
Keeping youngsters fascinated
Imagination in flight
Things that are animated
Entertaining delight.
Written April 6, 2022
Once there was a young boy
He sat on the floor playing with his toys
How sad he looked in his eyes
There was nil that could relieve his sigh.
Then his eyes caught the attention of a kite
It was a grand kite and just waiting for flight
Red and blue colors favored all and its tale
How wonderful it would be to take it for a sail?
The boy got up and looked out the windowpane
He saw a scenic landscape decorated the outer pane
It was a play world waiting for kite flying that day
So the boy grabbed his colorful kite and went on his way.
Now all his kite needed was a gust of wind to take to the air
He took the string and ran swiftly forth with no care
The kite soared up in to the sky like a theatrical display
A smile painted the lads face as he continued to play.
Hours passed by as he enjoyed watching his kite
It danced around the sky like a bird soaring in flight
Then a sudden lack of wind caused his kite to sail low
So the lad ran as fast as he could so his kite couldn’t slow.
One more time the lovely kite climbed up into the sky
The wind speed swished it back and forth to fly
How, the boy never wanted to see the sight come to end
Alas, all came to a stop at the corners bend.
Slowly the breeze died and the kite fell to the ground
The boy just stood and sighed without any sound
Sadly it was time to lay the grand kite to rest for today
He was tired and had no more energy left to play.