Best Ld Poems
We’ve picnicked at the local park
It’s time to go, as it’s getting dark
But Lucy’s lost her small rag doll
And can’t sleep without Millie Moll
We have to find Lucy’s special toy
The roundabout doesn’t bring us joy
We search the swings, climb the slide
Please find my doll, poor Lucy cried
Tears start to drip down Lucy’s face
Her doll has vanished without trace
Rain is falling, our clothes get damper
So I go to pack up our picnic hamper
Beside the cookies I find Millie Moll
Look Lucy, here’s your favorite doll
Oh I’m so sorry mummy, guess I forgot
But she loves those cookies such a lot!
A beaming smile lights up Lucy’s face
The rain turns heavy and so we race
Along the muddy path to our front door
Lucy has her doll, she’s safe once more
A brand new doll, with braids and freckled face,
was tossed aside, left caged, with plastic bars.
She eyed the blue-eyed spat with no embrace.
Though box was dinged, she’d not receive sad scars.
Ann’s clean though tossed in attic space; it’s dark.
It’s not how she’d imagined play; she’s bored.
Alone and lost without a friend - trademark
and popularity, boxed in cardboard.
One day the sun blazes, a blinding hue.
Stirred doll doesn’t know how long she’s been around.
Ann’s brought downstairs, unwrapped..she’s awed…she’s new.
A hug of excitement, for she’s been found.
Her girl gives her a rocker and a bed.
The kindest soul with freckles, hair deep-red.
Nine-year-old Beth parked her red wagon and went inside
to watch cartoons. Two hours later, she went back out.
She and Mom had enjoyed taking Blair for a ride,
along with Raggedy Ann and Andy. She began to shout,
“MOM! She’s gone!” They began to retrace their route.
They rushed toward the park in search of this treasure.
She had a dozen Barbies; but Blair, she had received
from Granny Ann, whom she now missed beyond measure.
Blair must’ve fallen from the wagon! She would be so relieved
to find that gift. If they failed, she knew she’d be grieved.
They passed the home of Beth’s classmate Susie on the way.
Susie’s widowed mom worked two jobs, doing the best she could
while grandmas kept the four kids for free. Beth recalled a day
Mom had given food and cash to this lady. This made Beth feel good.
She learned lessons about being kind early in her childhood.
Susie was playing with a Barbie. She told Beth, “LOOK! I found
her on the sidewalk right there!” Beth smiled sadly. Susie said, “My
sis and I really like this doll, but if the owner came around,
we’d do the right thing and give her back.” Beth fought the urge to cry.
“I lost her, but you keep her--please.” Mom’s response--a happy sigh.
The lost doll was soon replaced
by the kind stranger, poker faced,
who said the doll looks not the same,
having changed both face and name
but may yet be by the child recognised,
by its touch tender and smile undisguised
and so by this well intentioned tale spun,
the lost doll and child again became one,
for what was relevant was spirit, not form,
embrace of innocence, beauteous and warm.
you are in your car
you’re Mrs Albert Camus
taking that last
train ride he never took
an envelope steering about your
jiggering fingers hesitant scared
of being committed to the mail
you’re the muffler guy driving your mudmade
stationwagon with backbigend
dragging like a pensionedoff
bellydancer’s rump with rhinestone shale of cirro
cumulus dustcloud dirt roads selling wormy turnips
to anyone who’ll listen
mouthing mail chute an abyss a sound
a leap of faith an absurd essay for meaning
so u turn
& turn again about & she’s gone
surely as if it were she lost to some random automobile
and not you to the attempt
I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven.
It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair.
At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls,
My uncle living abroad had gifted it which I held as most dear.
More than anything I treasured it, and my friends envied me.
They always rallied round just to see and hold it in their hands.
I carried it wherever I went and always slept clutching it.
With its possession, to my parents, I made no more demands.
She looked so pretty in flitting blue eyes and ponytail.
Though lifeless and a mere toy, she was my all.
We were always together, so inseparable.
But as time skipped, she no more held me in thrall.
I slowly got over my obsession with toys and trinkets.
My bond with the doll grew thinner, I had diverse engagements.
I no more cared for my doll; it lay neglected in some dusty corner.
Seasons rolled and years speeded by, and life took new alignments.
I knew the annual clean-up of my house was long overdue.
Moving the trash, I saw my old doll in a junk box made of plywood.
The very sight of it brought a surge of sweeping emotions in me
Dusting it, I locked it up in my cabinet, a sweet reminder of my childhood!
A pretty little dolly lay inside a toy box.
Bright blue eyes this sweet doll had and long golden locks.
She was the favored doll of a child named Mary Sue,
the only human being to whom the doll was true.
A week had passed slowly - then two, then three, then four.
The doll lay sadly lonely as time passed more and more.
Oh where oh where is Mary Sue? Then into the doll’s mind
there came this thought: I must be lost and just too hard to find.
The sad and sweet small dolly didn’t have a clue
that Mary Sue liked boys now and that Mary knew
exactly where her little dolly lay,
for she was a big girl now. With dolls she did not play.
Mary later married and had a girl that seemed
the image of her mother. Mary never dreamed
her little doll lay missing her when she let her child comb
through the old toy box when they visited back home.
The little doll was startled by a familiar sound
and the look of Mary Sue’s face. Oh, joy, she had been found.
The doll believed the girl was Mary, not just Mary’s kin.
She also never ever guessed that lost she’d never been!
It was love at first sight for Eloise,
Sweet child who always said, 'Thank you" and "please."
A doll Santa brought her on Christmas morn.
To Eloise, a baby girl was born.
The little one was a doting mother
and loved her dolly, wanting no other
But one day, Eloise woke from sleeping
Baby was gone ~ Eloise was weeping.
The family searched in many places.
Everyone wore sad frowns on their faces
No doubt about it, Baby Doll was lost
Eloise cried all night. She turned and tossed.
Come morning, Pearl the Sheltie, raised her head
Eloise yelled, "Baby Doll's in Pearl's bed!!"
That pup wanted a baby of her own
instead of pull toys, or a chewy bone!
Now, Eloise and Pearl are quite content
They carry their dolls into a play tent
Like two little mommies they go to sleep
With babes at their side, they don't make a peep.
I was a Tomboy to the core,
Went to Kindergarten – hoping for more
Than merely dolls and tea sets but some things
Like cars and trucks, airplanes with wings
All the things that make a boy’s heart sing
Also brought me to dreaming of every good thing
Despite the tomboy who lives inside this lass,
When I entered the kindergarten class
I was met with a doll, Raggedy Ann - while
This new teacher, with her kindest smile
Offered me Ms. Raggedy – I accepted her
Despite the thoughts that came in such a blur
This is mutiny, revolution… this could create
A uprising in my soul, but patient, I’d wait…
Ms. Raggedy, once I’d secreted her beneath
My desk - I realized that, once lost, I’d bequeath
Her to my friend – since then, I’ve decided to become
A poem writer – writing about the lost doll who would overcome
The tomboy who had won her as a trading tool
This lost doll who she’d market became the best in school!
My Lost Doll, My Best Friend of All.
Have you seen her
She's about ten inches tall.
Her hair is the color of honey,
Long beautiful curls,
She is so lucky.
In the corner she sat,
watching and cheering me on
And telling me this and that.
She always listened to my day,
We shared our secrets,
And kept others at bay.
Invited her friends over for tea
Gossiping, games and comradery
I miss her so dearly.
Who ever has her
Where ever she has went
This torment I can’t endure.
Please if you should see
My doll, my friend
Please bring her back to me.
When I was young, I named my doll Boyet
I played with him from sunrise to sunset
We’d some souvenir photos together
He was my precious gift from my godmother.
Our photo was framed and displayed at home
Showing his bald head, no need to comb
My mom had stitched tiny clothes for him
Along with mine, we were both looking prim.
One day, I played at the shore with my neighbors
Then built a small coconut hut far from the harbor
I brought Boyet for our role-play as a family
We slept there overnight with my dog, Willy.
Before dawn, an expected storm came
We all ran back home like a racing game
We left our toys and tools in our play house
Including Boyet wrapped in my old blouse.
When we returned the following day
Unimaginable wreckage was on display
Boyet got lost along with my playmates’ dolls
I cried out loud scaring all the seagulls.
The little girl had lost her doll,
Searching up here, searching down there,
The doll was ragged and so small,
Where had she gone now? Where, oh, where?
She looked under her little bed,
She looked under her bedroom chair,
"She must be so scared", the girl said,
She searched for her doll everywhere,
She looked in her big brother's room,
But she couldn't find her anywhere,
Eyes full of tears, heart filled with gloom,
Off she went, with her mom to share,
Mom said, "Oh dear, no need to cry,
Your doll took a bath with Brown Bear,
Look out, I think now, she's all dry,
Your dolly's clean and bright and fair."
SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.
:: 07-24-2014 ::
When I was a little girl I loved all my dolls,
but, there was one that was very special to me;
some sat on my bed, some upon shelves on the walls,
one day we took a trip to places filigree !
My best doll was called Suzanne after my sister,
she was an angel in heaven in God's strong arms;
I slept with Suzanne and at night often kissed her,
we came home to red flames and fire truck alarms !
I ran towards the house screaming for my Suzanne,
mom held me in her arms as I wept- dead again;
our house was gone and we went to stay with gran,
for days I cried and could not even speak my pain !
Mom bought me a new Suzanne but I called her Anne,
she came everywhere with me even to my school;
I kept her safe with me- oh, yes that was my plan,
at our church on Sunday she learnt the golden rule !
In truth, I never forgot my very best doll,
she was gone forever and forever was lost;
sometimes, when it is quiet I can hear her call,
though Anne, I so love- and she will never get tossed !
I once had a doll named Claire
She's like a maiden fine and fair
When I was with her, my world was bright
Like everything was just alright
But then one morning, she was lost
She disappeared just like a ghost
As to what reason, I don't know
What I know is I miss her so
June 24, 2023
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