Best Splash Around Poems
There is one kind of beauty in a morning walk illuminated by the moon..and yet…there is a different kind of beauty walking after a rain…when all the streets are wet.
The streets take on a glow…one you never see at noon…the shadows seem to shimmer in light reflected from the moon.
There is a freshness in the air…a coolness in the breeze…as it carries with it raindrops it has shaken from the trees.
Still enough raindrops remain upon the trees…those unable to take flight…giving the trees a feeling of Christmas…as they sparkle in the night.
Age seems to fade away…as you breathe the misty air into your lungs…as you splash around in puddles…like you did when you were young.
If you listen to the crickets…the owls…the nightingales…you find it difficult to decide…if you are hearing more sounds than usual…or if they’re just amplified.
You stop a moment…look up…and give thanks…grateful you’ve been allowed…to watch the moon, the stars….the planets…playing hide and seek among the clouds.
And you pause as you’re walk is ending…trying to remember everything because you don’t want to forget…
the sights
the sounds
from your morning walk…
when all the streets are wet.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Together we'll splash around in mud spots eating tater tots.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
There's no time for a baby snooze for the sun we shall lose!
I'll have you hold the phone books while I get a cookie from the high nooks.
Here is my newborn brother to to celebrate the day!
Slip 'n' slides and kiddie pools, otter pops and pizza!
You have no idea the magic things hidden beyond your eyelids!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
You do like sleeping, don't you? This we'll have to fix.
Maybe mom can whip you up a snack of caffeinated Chex-Mix.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
We will certainly rule the planet together one day, you and I.
As King Brothers: Your Highness Who Does Stuff and Your Highness Who Doesn't.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
Yawwwckk, now I'm sleepy, move your teeny arm a smidgen.
Maybe tomorrow when we're both awake we'll catch a pigeon.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
(Zzzzz...)
4/30/11
"Brotherly Love"
Matt Caliri
Silently the slimy toad,
Squirmed his way down the shiny road,
And to his followers cried,
‘to Babylon where we’ll not be denied
Lilly ponds and fields of plenty,
tended over by noble Gentry
with cash and causes of great intent,
shall let us live or lives content’.
“Oh Leader! They all did cry,
What of our own pond run dry,
Shall we never taste lily pads so sweet,
which had tickled our toes and soothed our feet.
Shall we be forever lost, here on Asphalt
With lines embossed.
Where gutters are our only source
Tis’ a man-made Water Course”.
‘Be brave my tads and newts,
The warming Earth is in no dispute,
Be we small creature can survive,
Using cunning and natures drive,
To put right what has been done wrong,
By those who reap and have little respect,
nor foresight nor intellect.
We shall find a place to stay
And live to splash around another day’.
'Babylon my friends, it’s here
A great white house with trim pruned lawns and all
Obviously a place of a man of taste
A rose garden and a pond for sure
But hell, there is a wall around,
We cannot delve deeper into these hallowed grounds
So we shall perish, our plans betrayed,
As we’ll be crushed by that on-coming Motorcade'.
Away from the world
from the hustle and bustle
making friends with the residents
tucked in
among the cattails and bank of elephant ears
sitting in the dainty, mahogany lean-to
It seems it is just the screen that prevents me from sharing their world
a world where they can all live freely
but I too have all I need
hidden down here
everything is teeming with the excitement of life
yet so calm at the same time
the bullfrogs croak and splash around
the dragonflies come up to hum a hello from outside the screen
trying to tempt me to cross to the other side
of the barrier
even the giant elusive ones
which can usually be found seeking refuge in the tall weeds surrounding
the water
attempt to lure me out
but I remain glued
against my comrades wishes
to the green adirondack chair in which I reside
I continue to watch as little water bugs bound across the surface
leaving miniscule ripples in their wakes
I sit and observe as the tabby leaps around
disturbing this peaceful moment
but I let her enjoy her adventure
released from my trance and emerging from behind the screen
only when the sun begins to fade
night
the time to build a fire under the stars
and to dance
to twirl around with the lightning bugs to the tune of the tree frogs
chirping
I could stay here forever in my favorite hideaway
down by my pond in Long Lake
where I am free
free to think and catch my breath
to relax and enjoy the little things that make me smile
without the usual interruption of real life
The willow sways
and puts me at ease
as I admire my freedom once more
Finding a Home
I always yearned for the sky to turn blue
Walking in the rain was all I knew
I would halfheartedly splash around
My true feelings never did make a sound
Never did have a home
Optimistically I thought it was luck to freely roam
Walked around in my waned pink boots
Sometimes tripping over overgrown tree roots
I had no idea what I was doing
No idea how I was loosing
I was only eight
To stubborn to take on hate
I lived near the gutter
With the hopeless people who muttered
Muttered how people should feel sympathy
But they didn’t have it as hard as me
We all slept under cardboard
But in their hearts they had love from a family stored
I slept through cold winter nights
And through shooting gang fights
I lived life rough
But was tough
Yet somewhere inside I was frustrated
Rejected by society and hated
But the truth that hurt the worst was that I was sad
Being told I’m loved was something I never had
Hate in my heart tugged
I always wondered what it was like to have the warmth of a hug
I didn’t let my emotions hide
In my boxed home I started to cry
Created enough attention to draw Christ by
A pastor came and tipped my box over
Saw me curled up in a ball sober
Lets go home he said
Your father is expecting you from the bible he read
From there I was lead
To a church to be fed
On the way
I was softly crying on that beautiful day
I whispered to myself, “I have a Dad”
I knew then and there I never again had to be sad
Frogs
They sprinkle and splash around
Frogs jumping up and down everywhere
It is the best season of the year
Lilly- pads
Lilly pads are waiting for someone
To sit on them
Like a king sitting on his throne
Benedict (8years)
I wonder if it’s that hard?
I am young and full of years.
I walk this beach every day and watch
The tides come in, and drive back out.
Birds fly gracefully above my head and
The breeze blows sand into my face.
My feet sink into the damp out skirt of the shore
And I splash around in the water.
It’s not easy to come across death and not respond
In some sort of way. I am full of energy
And you lay by my side faded away.
Even though you are only a bird
You deserve a proper burial. Your wings have
Insects circling around them. Buz-buz and zzzz.
They are waiting for me to
Go. But I can’t just leave you here.
What if it was me laying here dead?
I would like to think just because I am human
And you are an animal, we are similar.
We both share the same air,
We both need nourishment, we both live and
We both die. I’d like to think if I were you someone
On this planet would care.
You once flew with that sun kissed colored wings
I walk with these porcelain painted legs
As I take off my white zip- up sweater and show you respect
I gently cover you before the rest of the inspectors come.
How you ended up along this beach
Lifeless and deserted, I shall never know.
Maybe you were sick? Or it was just your time.
But I will give you a proper burial
It’s a seed that I must sow
Showing respect for a life
As the tide comes and it goes.
By: Sabina Nicole
Picture#1 -"No! means NOTHING to a duck-
(A duck chasing a young girl across a yard)
Today, I went to the pond
to sit and eat a snack
I shared a little here and a
little there with my buddy
He has a white, plump body
of down and a beak of orange
He is my friend, the duck
He shared my juice by the straw
He gobbled up much of the berries,
and quacked nothing to the cherries
We also shared my crackers with PB&J
When all was done, I got up to go
And I was given quite a surprise
With a loud, "Quack!"
My friend the duck began to attack
I jumped to my feet
And went on a flee not knowing,
"What the Cluck?"
With a sprint through the flowers
And a splash around the pond
I looked back to see where he was
No matter my need to rest
He wouldn't stop for to fish
I wasn't sure what I had...
Then holding in my hand I saw were
The very last 2 crackers with PB&J
He simply wouldn't stop
until all was gone
So I stopped and shared because
I realized
"No!" Means nothing to a duck
I have a rubber ducky
His name is Mr. Quack
He likes to splash around with me
When I'm in the bath
In the small hours of the morning under silver salted skies
I am fast asleep while wakeful and I see through half closed eyes
Though my bed has long been calling I am gazing at the stars
Hearing moonbeams splash around me like the riffs of grand guitars
Tiny diamonds that twinkle at the visions far below
While the East now starts to brighten with the morning's golden glow
A cacophony of birdsong brings the message to my ears
That the dreams of half a nighttime aren't the author of my fears
All that keeps my from pillow is the thought that sends me blue
I could spend all night in dream-scapes and not dream my dreams of you.
It was a cold and muddy day
as Gertrude lay smiling.
Just the kind of weather
that she adored.
She could splash around
for hours in the glop
and guzzle up
all her shlopp
when it was time.
Oh how she loved
the sound
of the hog-call.
It would signal
that special time
of day for her
when she could literally
pig-out!
Her delicate pink skin
did not tan too well,
always needing
a good coating of oils,
hence the perfection
in the weather described.
Her trotters,
she thought,
were possibly
her best feature –
could they
be called dainty?
Unlike her large snout
that she sometimes wished
could have been
more discreet-looking.
She valued her large ears
because they were
indeed an asset,
especially close
to supper time
and her eyes,
well, they were
the eyes of
an intelligent creature,
somewhat underestimated
by Man,
simply because
of the sweet tasting
tantalising suppleness
of the flesh
of the animal.
What to do
thought Gertrude,
but eat,
eat, eat,
eat, eat,
while you still
could eat,
at least.
Because one day –
every pig knew
as all pigs know –
we would all see
the blade descend
on us
and
then
splat!
Imagined words, I will retrace
they're whispered, clear, from somewhere back in time...
These words I hear, can't be erased
I will reclaim, within my mind
I'll climb aboard this train of thought
and will recall, what's been forgot
and feel a gentle nudge, or two
to tread through words I've never found
I look anew, and they are there
in everything, the season shares
As if they were a thing to fondle
that days and years have made complete
Words fall like rain, from hidden shelves
And rise where deeper places dwell
and from deep within the vase of self
I write of stories old, and viewed,
now retrieved as something new
When thoughts were raindrops falling at my feet
I’ll splash around, and watch them ripple new
Tonight I bare my folly to the moon
O’ moon, you saw the ways the devil woos
How roses swoon to songs so out of tune
But something shapes them into naked truths
A bloom that seeks the sun will feel the glow
And gentle touch feels whispers from the breeze
Instead of sonnets sung with little breath
Each poem has had his chance, to leave my pen with ease
I trace the choices made…each withered piece
Old words now steal my breath, against my will
Made captive by a heart who seeks the thrill
_________________________
Give me a sign
I was a soldier of war,
the killing haunts me every day...
I don't want to fight no more,
hope God, will hear me when I pray
I've got water to my neck, but,
all I can do is splash around...
My life is in distress, and I feel,
like I'm gonna drown...
so please...
Chorus
If you exist God, give me a sign
can you hear me?
If you exist God, give me a sign
do you hear me?
Been living on the streets,
seen some things... I can't un-see
Been tangled in the sheets,
trying hard to get myself free...
Been living on the edge,
screaming without a sound...
I'm standing on this ledge,
trying hard not to look down...
Chorus
If you exist God, give me a sign
can you hear me?
If you exist God, give me a sign
do you hear me?
I've got visions of violence,
running barefoot...in the rain...
Disillusioned in silence,
there's a scarecrow in my brain,
so..
help me please!
Chorus
If you exist God, give me a sign
can you hear me?
If you exist God, give me a sign
do you hear me?
repeat chorus
I've been living on the edge,
screaming hard
without...
a
sound...
John Derek Hamilton
April 21,2018
There are people to see and places to go like the Ocean when the waves come and splash around and get deep and the water runs to the end of the sand castle
i don't use spacing in my poetry
because it feels like a gimmick
i don't dabble around in various forms
because they're trite and they bore me
i add little flourishes
that no one notices
so maybe i should just stop?
not
i dig around inside my head
for things that might matter
for a second but not so much
a minute later
i am fickle when i want to be
and do not apologize for it
i despise cliches with all my heart
yet more often than not
splash around in them
i am lazy, and incoherent
and stupid and smart
and couldn't give two sh1ts
about what you think i should
or should not do about it
i take feedback like a b1tch
but rarely ever listen to it
i swear because i believe
the entire human language
is free range
i write about drugs
because they interest me
not because i do them
i write about life and death
and everything in between
but i still tend to repeat
myself
i write about life and death
and everything in between---
you get the point