Best Lenses Poems

Childhood Days

I’d heap spoonfuls of sugar in my tea
I wouldn’t drink it without it you see
That sweet syrupy drink
Wasn’t poured down the sink
Every single drop was supped up by me!


Adulthood

Dad’s diabetes made me think -
Did I need to sweeten my drink
So I cut sugar out
And...

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I was a child of only seven years,
adventurous, bold, I had no fears.
Into the woods I would go
after my Mom told me "No."
But worth the spanking and the tears.

These days the woods are worrisome,
fear I may trip and land on my bum.
Things live there I...

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How
I loved
summer fairs -
the cool night wind
in my hair as I
twirled on the tilt-a-whirl
or climbing into sky. . . then
descending at lightening speed,
stomach leaping at the thrill of it;
I was buzzed, wishing it would never end.

My fifty-ninth birthday at the state fair,
I sampled again the...

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As kids, we were brought to the beach
at riverfront...sea out of reach.
Our sand was like mud;
neath water, silt crud.
I'd wallow with fun, laugh, and screech!

Now grown, to the seashore I go
where sand is as white as the snow.
I don't go out far
beyond the sandbar
for fear...

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When I was about sixteen I bought my first car a '37 Ford.
I thought I was hot stuff as about the town I roared!
It had straight pipes and a radio from which the music blared,
But for some reason my feckless youth the cops never shared!

Nowadays,...

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Marshmallows, when I was a kid
I'd eat a whole bag, and I did
I felt like a winner
but ruined my dinner
and hid when my mum flipped her lid.

When I see those things now, white and pink
I  look at those sweeties and think
my God, they were...

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In the exuberant morning sun
Showcasing the self was an obsession
Cricket swimming jumping very high
Flying the kite high up in the blue sky

In the mellow glee of afternoon
Seeing and waiting is the mind's moon
Around your neck my arms in a loop
Relaxing happily in Poetry Soup
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February 15,...

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Two Lenses

     While studying Masters in my teens
   also in service in early twenties 
                 I was prompt and ready
   ...

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Gray naked trees, forest lawn cloaked in white
Wearing red, bearing arms, hiding motionless and pious
Appearing out of nowhere, an apparition so quiet
One shot rang out, then suddenly dead silence

Nearly half a century, has passed since that year
A revelation came to me, lucidly clear
So beautiful and...

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As a child I loved to ride 'Thunderbolt" into the wind 
living then rural, Thunder was my best and only friend 

but now that I have grown so much older, more wise, mature 
I no longer desire shoveling barns, filled with manure!...

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When I was young and had zero dollars to spend
Grandpa's skiff with succulent mangoes I loved to tend
With view of City canal, flowing not far from home
Near thoroughfare with perfect patrons; few not so grown
Not so proud as I, safe with shillings from tropic fruits,...

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When I was young I hated school;
in playing truant saw no harm.
How could I throw away the fun
which I enjoyed on grandpa’s farm?

My mum was strict and had her way
while the pied piper played his fife!
So common sense won in the end;
I taught in schools...

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When I was a child, I had no fear,
With Mama and Daddy always near.
I liked to swing on the garden gate,
With never a thought of tempting fate.
No one could tease me or make me cry
With my four brothers standing by.
The guilty were scared right out...

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Two Lenses   

Such a dreamer and a tomboy I was growing up  
Like a busy little bee trying to catch fireflies in a jar
Playing baseball with the boys instead of dolls and pouring tea
Crawling under places where little spiders dwelled  ...

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Two Lenses
As I straddle my oak here and now
down below me they’re having a cow
my mother turns white 
my father ignites
I survey every yard and say: ”WOW!”

Lament for my oak and much better days
The weather betrays the bend and the sway
Climb up with my saw
(it...

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