Best Playtime Poems
Silence, silence—pin-drop silence,
Commands the teacher's voice.
Yet in the hush, the children scheme,
Their whispers soft, their hearts rejoice.
Even in silence, eyes convey
The thrill of games at end of day.
Their glances speak of plans anew,
Of bonds they’ll strengthen as they play.
With nodding heads and thumbs held high,
Cute smiles flash, some gaps reveal.
Twinkling eyes and brows that dance,
Their silent signals, joy unsealed.
In quietude, their thoughts align,
Ideas shared without a sound.
Children found joy in silent moments,
Understanding blooms profound.
For silence listens, silence speaks—
A language deep, beyond the words we seek.
She had lots of fun
Hot dates in the sun
Her body was willing to share.
Defeated by time
And squeezed like a lime
For comfort she plays solitaire.
Dreary dreams drift
Sorry schemes sift
Lousy lines lift
Frenzy frames face
Gifts glimpsing grace
Troubling times trace
Play pretty poise
Verge vibrant voice
Chant clever choice
Mind moving mouse
Grip gaining grouse
Book beaming browse
Stay singing streams
Dust display dreams
Shout succinct screams
Live lovely light
Nudge nagging night
See special sights
Zealous zest zooms
Reach rustic rooms
Bright blossoms bloom
See sexy sway
Weave wavy way
Prime prancing play
Live lovely looks
Brave brilliant book
Catch clever cook
Reap rapture's rhymes
Trace transit times
Create calm chimes
Fling funny flop
Dream dewy drops
Sense secret stop
Mind makes magic
Dream dreads drastic
Toils trade tragic
Peace prompting prize
Seek sweet surprise
Reap rapid rise
Leon Enriquez
02 December 2014
Singapore
Hopscotch
with whip and top
or marbles and five stones-
pastimes lost now in memory's
chasm.
Sung to the tune of Aura Lee or Love Me Tender
First verse:
Precious baby go to sleep
Now that day is done.
Close your eyes and not a peep.
Precious little one.
Chorus:
You are lovely, you are sweet
All day long you play.
Now it's evening twilight time
"Til another day.
Second verse:
On the swing you played today.
Merry little one.
Laughing, loving, gentle play
Now the day is done.
Sing chorus again.
It's the best part of being a kid,
creating worlds at whim, blasting
bad guys away, saving the world
for Mom, Dad, Nana and Pop-Pop.
When we grow up, we can't play,
though we try to, with sex, drugs,
booze or fast cars-- but playtime?
The closest we can get to it is in
our dreams. Perhaps that is what
dreams are: remnants of childhood.
Mercy! How playtime has evolved since I was a Hoosier lad!
In the olden days you made-do with what little you had.
Our cell phone was a string stretched 'twixt two old soup cans.
That way we avoided strict federal communications bans!
Our swing was an old tire with a rope tied around a limb.
That, and a plank across a barrel for a seesaw was our gym!
My fishing rig was a safety pin hook with a willow twig for a pole,
Wherewith I spent languid summer days at my favorite fishing hole!
Many cold and snowy days were spent bundled in winter attire,
Racing down the steepest hills on my sleek Flexible Flyer!
Rainy days were spent huddled reading in a secluded nook,
Or crafting model airplanes that I happily undertook!
Though I savored a rowdy game of marbles, I was never very deft.
That saucy neighbor girl always beat us guys leaving us bereft!
In the pasture we made a diamond for our raucous games of ball,
Taking care, of course, to avoid bovine deposits, that above all!
On many a mellow, moonlit Hoosier summer's night,
We'd capture fireflies in mason jars on their wing'ed flight.
How did we manage sans all the gizmos kids now have at hand?
I suspect my grandkids would find my playtimes rather bland!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Peace of mind greets cheer,
Live a playtime fond;
Ask for heart to steer,
Yield to soul's sure bond;
Touch an inner core,
Intuit pure frolic;
Measure more and more,
Exclude thoughts toxic.
Give finesse fine say,
Allow your heart room;
Live with grace each day,
Opt for sparkling blooms;
Rise with flair that airs:
Etch love's grand affairs.
Leon a Enriquez
22 January 2015
Singapore
a new white walls
jars of bright color paints
no longer full
young children at playtime
Wake up from your sleep
Its about time we reap
The happiness of the moment
Going on and on like a current
Lets go out in the sun
Its time we take a run
The rain will soon drizzle
Everything will soon frizzle
Today its so bright
Hold my hand tight
Imagine we can fly
Up and Up so high
As the clock ticks ten
Lets go into the den
I know as time slides
The pain will subside!
where I play
its safe to say
my friends they really care!
I try new forms
reveal my storms
they catch me when I err!
don't want to gush!
words turn to mush!
I even stretch despair!
when games get tough
I mean really rough
they hold me with their cheer!
their love allows
my muse to rouse
and cast out any fear!
as you can see
I quite agree!
I like to play right here!
Words need more words
Let thought be heard
Rhymes and more rhymes
Time after time
Thought flavours thought
In subtle lot
Day after day
So much to say
Night blossoms night
Such special sights
Cite a fond cite
Write after write
Wordplay feels right
In blur of sight
Word craft can sing
Hurl, whirl and fling
I am I see
My melody
Leon Enriquez
08 August 2014
Singapore
It's a lovely day to go out and play,
But before you do, take time to pray.
Give thanks to God, for His creation,
Give thanks to Him, for your elation.
This world is here for you to enjoy,
It's by God's design, not satans ploy.
Enjoy His sun, play, and have your fun.
It's His gift for today, please, pray then play.
© Dave Timperley2012
Miss Teri rolled in the clover
With neighbours Neil Down and Ben Dover
She loved to rehearse
Playing Doctor and nurse
When done she would simply start over.
Style then the touch of cheer that comes,
Intuit the feel of joy that spreads;
Mind mingles much in streams that sum,
Profound the will that echoes trade;
Live in the light of happy joy,
Embrace the truth that tells you how.
Peace funds fond sights in lovely ploys,
Love offers proof right here and now;
Align your heart as wonder blooms,
Yield then the surge of happy days;
Thrill that fine art as work fills room,
Indulge grand urge as movement stays;
Meet course and load as journey flips,
Endow rich roads with wealthy trips.
Leon Enriquez
16 November 2015
Singapore