Best Junior Poems
Fred The Hawk and his wife were most frightening to behold.
No one got away from them; they were in a class so very bold.
They had Fred Junior, most frightening, first time he was around.
But he was something quite unique, it was soon abruptly found.
With one hundred fifty birds to choose, he couldn’t snag even one.
The Ballad of Fred Junior, was soon sung by each and everyone.
His Mom and Dad worked daily to bring him up to his best speed.
But even they had to eventually, concede to their ultimate defeat.
Junior wasn’t like his Papa, and not like his Mama, regretfully, too.
So they eventually left him at our bird feeder, and waved a fond adieu.
Sink or swim little fellow, would become his motto, in the terrible end.
For after missing everything, he saw a nasty squirrel, chattering at him.
By now he was getting very hungry, and a tasty birdie would be nice.
But he set sail, and grabbed that squirrel, and man was there was a fight.
Unfortunately, Fred Junior was finally both: out manned, and out clawed.
Later he was found, soaking his bum, in the birdbath, feeling flawed.
True, he was not like his mama or his papa too, in what he could do.
But he was someone very special, I will say, most assuredly, as I tell you!
For there in my wood pile, he spied a little mouse, and with one pounce…
He had his dinner at last! He became a great mouser… imagine that…
The moral to my story is: We can’t always be…what we want to be…
And you may not find it, on the very first try. But YOU each must…
Find the special someone that… only YOU can be.
The swinging sixties never swung
As much as people said
But for me, the bands
And the songs they sung
Linger on inside my head
I rocked and rolled to Morningtown
On a wagon with one wheel
And followed tracks
That took me down
To fields that were surreal
A jungle snake both sang and hissed
When a man climbed on his cloud
Then a windmill turned
In the Autumn mist
And a policeman laughed out loud
In a warm and gentle wonderland
On a train whose whistle blew
A swinging star
Introduced his band
And sang a rainbow too
God only knows when I look back
Why The Miller told his tale
And I can’t explain
Why Grocer Jack
Turned a whiter shade of pale
But I'm thankful for those days back then
Before the years rolled by
Those were the days
In dreams and when
There was spirit in the sky.
Junior school
Years gone by and we are all still fools
For the silly things we laughed at school
Farting and burping and breaking the rules
Making large bubble gum circles whilst swimming in the local pool
Playing tennis in the summer because Wimbledon was cool
Weekends on muddy pitches pitting your wits to tackle and duel
Flirting glances at girls although not knowing how it was cruel
Teachers bursting veins in their heads shouting to try and teach monkeys who scratch their arses and play E.T with their cagoules
Making grass bunkers in the summer with mates and a girl would show you her white knickers for some toffees and a daisy chain to amaze at and to drool
Remembering the children’s faces and the world we left behind to know that we had better times when we were all still fools.
Form:
Morning assembly
Classroom hell
Couldn't count couldn't spel
School books and fountain pens
Playing in the playground with all my friends
Gobstoppers and chewing gum
Plastic sandals boys shorts to hide your bum
Wax crayons and powder paint
Rembrandt I never was and still an't
Sweets and comics hidden in desk
Pulling the girls pigtails
Playing with frogs and snails
Conkers and catapults
Girls sticking tongues out
And insults
Shooting them with my catapult
Infantile funny paintings hung on wall
It's you Miss warts sand all
On the meadow making daisy chains
Gangs of kids skipping down the lane
Making peashooters and paper airplanes
Dinner Ladies frogspawn and lumpy gravy
Playing a tree in the school play
wearing my sisters hand downs embarrassed everyday
Dancing around the maypole with a girl Yuk!
I''d run away (Not now)
School trips to the zoo
Should have caged a bully or two
Standing in a corner facing the wall as punishment
Pocket money always spent
The Nit nurse ooh my head is itchy and hurts
Hop scotch elastic and two ball against the wall
Playing marbles in the hall
Throwing stones then hiding behind a wall
Thinking your Batman or Robin Hood
Late for school teacher out for your blood
Nursery rhymes Singing songs
Being bored all day long
Running jumping around
Pet spider in match box Joe
The girls ran away see them go
Looking at the clouds on your back
School sports day egg and spoon race
Three legged race running in a sack
Balaclaves and mittens
OVer coats wuth lables hung on rack
Day over school bell
Run like hell.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2016. May.
Doctor Martin Luther King Junior
a black man from Atlanta, Georgia.
An activist and visionary
he spoke against racial injustice.
This Nobel Prize-winning man of peace
preached tolerance and non-violence.
Challenging bigotries and hatred
he marched against discrimination.
He struck a match against ignorance,
lighting liberty's torch for freedom.
And boldly opposed segregation,
standing up to white America.
His public-speaking abilities
both enraged his foes and won him friends.
And government bigots denounced him
as a dangerous agitator.
A pacifist, he shared his dream of
whites and blacks united in friendship.
Unshackled from the past, free at last,
"thank The Lord All Mighty, free at last."
His light refused to be extinguished
when James Earl Ray shot him in Memphis.
And now his life is celebrated
each year, on Martin Luther King day.
(Blank Verse)
11/14/2017
Martin Luther King, Jr.
When innocent dies,
Whole universe cries,
Even of dear earth,
We can hear, outcries,
But selfish human being,
Never even sighs.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com
Martin Luther King
In possesion of a dream
Changed many things
Jeez - how much mess can a
jovial toddler make!
Jello is smeared on his
jubilant face, and grape
juice drips from the highchair!
Just like his daddy, his
jaded granny recalls!
Checked with how many syllables
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Pierre Trudeau
in his day there tended to be blondes-to-go
now there’s Junior
apparently a frequent absentee for his daily nooner.
Harry Connick, Junior
Should have been there sooner
American Idol’s ratings had been tanking
But now on his humor they’re banking
*Written May 17, 2014
Junior Jungle
Today! At South Bank!
My girl is dancing!
Her arms; tentacles of an octopus.
To the tunes of my youth:
Jungle music.
At the background men and
Women in animal costumes:
Still young at heart.
So I waited eighteen years
For my first jungle gig.
Drenched in sweat
Energised by the thrill of the raw music.
My little girl is three.
She jumps up and down.
On the stage.
So do I. So does my husband.
She is our excuse
To relive our youth.
So we dance and dance
The music is like honey
Rushing through our blood.
Taking us to Terra incognito
In the map of our souls.
We look around
Other parents
Undulating to the beats of the drum
We exchange knowing glances
With other grown ups.
We are all there reliving our youth.
We knew.
So we dance and dance
Using our children as excuses.
"Oh man! Jungle music rocks!"
Our little girl will say later!
Yasemin Balandi
So much to do
So take your time
Don’t waste your talents
Create your rhyme
Mistakes will be made
So learn and grow
Make sure you get it right
'Cause you reap what you sow
We’ve all felt the pains
Of what life dishes out
Believe in yourself
Without a doubt
I’m rooting for you too
I just hope you know
You’ve got my support
'Cause you’re my little bro
Keep love in your heart
Stay focused, be strong
We’ll be missing you much
‘Til you’re where you belong
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)
Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.
Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.
Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.
Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,
deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.
Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,
eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.
Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,
foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.
Beautiful dreamer come to me
With your eyes help me to see
Take my world and turn it 'round
Speak to me without a sound
Soul to soul we find such bliss
I'll drink the nectar of your kiss
The pain I feel's when we're apart
It wrenches me deep in my heart
But such joy when you're by my side
To take me on this glorious ride
I want to tell you a thousand ways
I'm yours until the end of days
All Malaysians, young and old, we all cheer and even the old folks they proudly profess...
The names of outstanding sporting sons and daughters of Malaysia put to the tests......
With the passage of time, there comes a time for the changing of the guards....
In Malaysia squash, it looks like the incoming young 'uns form a very capable squad...
Highly touted in the female squad are some names worth highlighting...
Such as Sivasangari, Andrea Lee, Bukit Jalil girls and the Azman siblings....
Plenty others are bidding time and opportunity to gatecrash and herald their comings....
Girls like Wen Li, Ma Siyi, even Jessica, Kiroshanna and numerous others up and coming..
These all augur well and good for Malaysian woman squash for the immediate future....
Every victory achieved and celebrated promises of emerging champions in the near future..
Bear in mind these young 'uns who win now are being groomed into world champions...
They carry the hopes of a small nation boasting of a 9 times woman world champion..
Go, Malaysia, go... Malaysia Boleh simply says it all ....
Malaysian women squash looks and can conquer all...
Go, girls,go... go for it, go for the gold, go for the honour and pride...
For the Malaysian public always they stand, applaud and take immense pride...
Girls, strut your stuff and may your victories help rebuild Malaysian pride...
Malaysian junior squash girls, go, go for gold and conquer the world with pride...