Best Toys Poems
Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries
Trapped within our history, now we play the role of our guile
The way you speak is like negating the past
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while
Hurting each other became the story of our last
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost
The way you speak is like negating the past
We tired in our drama, we trapped in our anger loft
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost
Standing limp on the ruin of us
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?
Still in the past memory I flew
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries
inside white fences
boys play at war with toy guns
miles from their nice homes. . .
villagers tremble before
a rifle-bearing child’s glare
Aug. 26, 2015
Santa’s sleighing high,
Among the starlit sky,
Mounds and mounds of toys,
For all the girls and boys.
Rudolph leads the trip,
Knows every curve and dip,
Rudolph knows his way so well,
Santa can relax, how swell!
Ho, ho ho he shouts,
Have never any doubts,
For every child, the elves
Have packed, lovely lovely toys,
For all the girls and boys.
No child will wake up sad,
For none have been so bad,
Promised they've been good,
Mom and dad agreed,
So all the children will be glad.
Rudolph dives down fast,
This night has magic sprinkles,
Forever this will last.
Down every chimney Santa goes
One of his tricky feats,
Looks forward to his treats,
And brandy in case he’s cold,
Homemade biscuits and tea,
His face shines up with glee,
He’s thankful to each family,
Ho ho he shouts out happily.
He’s tired but content,
Nearly woke up Benny Trent.
All the toys have been delivered,
Must get home before the blizzard.
Rudolph, North Pole please,
I’m cold, i have a wheeze,
Mrs Claus is baking,
Santa’s toddy in the making,
She made a stew so yummy,
Santa rubs his tubby tummy.
Thank you, Santa Clause,
You deserve only applause.
For eons around this globe
You’ve been,
Yet never ever seen,
Delivering so many toys,
To all the girls and boys.
elivering so many toys,Tr all the girls and boys.
Standing at the closet door
buried deep within my mind
I gather courage to venture there
to see what’s left behind
As the door swings gently open
so many things I see
the rainbows of illusions
and so many shattered dreams
But in the corner hiding
is a memory soft and gay
it pulls me closer to the spot
where I used to play
The place of innocence, the inner child
yearning to be free
laughing, singing, trusting all
Come and play with me
and further in the darkness
there’s a light from loves I knew
from family, friends and lovers
all still burning true
But the brightest toy to catch my eye
is one of innocence
it’s the gift you gave when first we met
and sealed it with a kiss
You better believe it
When I say this because,
Here before you I sit ...
The one and only, Santa Claus
When I say this because
... I want you to believe,
The one and only, Santa Claus
Your eyes do not deceive
I want you to believe
Look at me, if you can,
Your eyes do not deceive
For I am no ordinary man
Look at me, if you can
Be you naughty or nice,
For I am no ordinary man
Speak, but think twice
Be you naughty or nice
The cat's got your tongue,
Speak, but think twice ...
You're quiet for one so young
The cat's got your tongue
With your eyes growing wide,
You're quiet for one so young
There is no need to hide
With your eyes growing wide
Lean close, whisper in my ear,
There is no need to hide ...
What do you want for Christmas, my dear
Lean close, whisper in my ear
Tell me ... a doll or a drum,
What do you want for Christmas, my dear
Roller skates or bubble gum ...
Tell me, a doll or a drum
I'll write it on my list ...
Roller skates or bubble gum
No child will be missed
I'll write it on my list ...
And get to work right away,
No child will be missed ...
On the night before Christmas Day
And get to work right away
For the time is ticking by ...
On the night before Christmas Day
When only the reindeer fly
For the time is ticking by
Counting on your childhood,
When only the reindeer fly
And, I existed, as best I could
Counting on your childhood
... Here before you I sit ...
And, I existed, as best I could
You better believe it ...
Teddy bears on the bed,
a little red fire engine on the floor.
Even though the batteries are missing,
a childs heart should see the lights flashing
and hear the sirens roar.
The hand made rocket ships never take off to Mars.
The model airplanes that hang from the ceiling
never have a background full of stars.
The imagination should have been filled with dreams
and allowed to run wild.
Some things never happen
when the heart is stolen from a child.
A childs heart must not be allowed
to grow all on its own.
The evils left behind will show their faces,
even when the child has grown.
The heart of a child should be smothered with hugs,
and many loving words spoken.
If a child's heart never comes to life,
the toys will always seem broken.
In my special child’s room, delightfully cozy
There watches Smidgeburner, his ape stuffed toy, cuddly fuzzy
Alongside prettisome guru, chimpanzee Betzy
Donning a hat declaring “God does not bless the lazy!”
Then Smidgeburner, a.k.a Smidge becomes busy
Tidying the bed-zoo against being messy
Guru Betzy supervises, never bossy
Smiling, she commends, “Wow; room’s not lousy!”
While cleaning, Smidge feels tired and dizzy
Turning jovial mood into a sickening frenzy...
Betzy counsels, “Working well never makes one crazy”
So she hums a tune that invites good air, soothingly breezy.
As Smidgeburner rests in their secured haven, warmly grassy
Betzy, the loving lovely guardian, is not anymore uneasy.
Concluding the monkey-tale, I hug my boy who’s now drowsy
Thanking God* for pacifying his spasm epilepsy.
*2Chronicles 5:13 …praising and thanking the LORD; …For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever.
March 13, 2019
1st place, "The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 3/27/2019.
"Teach us to care and not to care;
teach us to sit still."
-T.S. Eliot
Too much of everything, no equanimity,
ipods and emails engulfing your brain;
snafus and bottlenecks, traffic and tie-ups,
endless confusion will drive you insane.
Perhaps it would be best to pause for a moment,
to give up your place to the lean and the mean,
to covet silence and calm and simplicity,
shun chaos and pressure and strive to go green!
Take refuge in reading, or simply go shopping,
have fun with your children and make lots of noise,
play ball with your neighbor, take walks in the country
and nurture your inner child, play with your toys!
My Grandson's Toys;Christmas Memories
Dear Edward:
You grew from Little League to be Varsity
star!
Sadly, we rarely see much of one another
anymore.
So Grandma, finds happiness in your once
beloved, boyhood toys.
It's like being with you, even though you are
now driving a sleek car and havingfun with other
teenage boys.
Your first shiny, hot wheels, are still all here.
Even your wood blocks, that I still hold dear!
Do you remember your very first phone?
Toys that were never ruined by crazed
technology?
All that automaticity, requiring no
imagination at all, just pure, expensive
folly!
The humungous stuffed doggie you once
loved so much, his eyes so sad, he
wants your touch.
Your toy soldiers stand at alert~just
Waiting for you.
I tell them, be patient, he is coming
back for you..
Alas, I cannot tell those attentive eyes,
that this is totally untrue!
I keep our New Years horns in the hutch.
I want to see them daily, they sparkle
just like you!
And on New Years Eve, we always had
had our fun annual date.
You, my grandson, I admired your piano
playing, and still being on the honor roll,too.
But this house is so heartless and empty now
without you.
And next year, off to university you will go.
I wish you love and success in the glory of
those swirling, Midwestern, Christmas snows!
Love, success and good wishes!
Grandma xoxo
12/18/2024
The other day while rummaging in a closet I was instantly overcome with joy
when I ran across our storage bins filled with our children’s once used toys.
Toys our children and grandchildren played with when they were young and new…
Toys that don’t grow up…like children and grandchildren do
A set of nesting cups for the bathtub, noise makers and little bouncing balls
plastic telephones where every child made imaginary calls.
Toys that at one time were their favorites…
toys they once adored.
Toys that served their purpose
but don’t get played with anymore.
A bunch of bendy action figures…which much to our elation
our children and grandchildren used…
to fuel their imaginations.
Those thick little baby books, a stuffed doggie, soft and brown
wooden blocks with painted letters they'd stack up…
then knock down.
As I picked up a plastic microphone and a bunch of different tiny cars
I thought how every toy inside these bins are part of who they are.
Because each of these toys was special once…
because each had their own heyday
there’s no way we could ever throw them out…
no way we'll ever give them away.
So they live in quiet comfort…
who knows…
we may live to see the day
when great great grandchildren come to visit…
who will no doubt want to play.
“Hey I remember playing with this when I was your age!”
We imagine their parents will say
and we’ll sit back and we'll smile
as we watch a new generation at play…
I imagine there are toys like these
in closets all across the USA…
quietly resting in bins of their own…
patiently awaiting that day.n…
patiently waiting for that day.
Fun toys
Plastic truck keys
Ride-on toy push with feet
Tricycle, tractor, wagon, truck
Corvette
Toys
play things
laughing, enjoying, frolicking
What joy to play.
Games
I hear the echoes of days gone by
in your voice tonight and I sigh
Does she still live in your heart
don't tell me, i don't want to get smart
but I can feel my throat getting bigger
lets look at the bright side I figure
Will we meet tonight but I'm alright alone
I know nothing at all is ever set in stone
But a lovely quote I wrote for my alumni
Susan Mills essence will always live here; not shy
As we step on echoes of our past
Yours screams out, "i'm hard to get and it's a blast!"
Drum now, drum now boy!
I have sights set on my toy...
Toys Are Us
By Cody Brandon Turner
Sweating and tired
Heat hovering over my skin
This day has got to stop
The only question I ask is when?
Parched and dehydrated
It’s too much to take
The sun is beating down on me
Like a bully in the sixth grade
My mouth is drying
My skin is getting pale
It’s beginning to drive me crazy
It’s making me want to yell
Damn all this heat
And Damn this dreadful place
All that this place is good for
Is making people hate
Making people hate life
And all it has to offer
This thing people call work
Why do we even bother?
It restricts us from are lives
And chains us like slaves
It’s nothing like when we were kids
When we used to run and play
No responsibilities
No worries, No hate
The only time we were sad
When our parents said we couldn’t play
Laughing and smiling
Without a care in the world
Imagining and dreaming
In our beds we would curl
That time is gone now
Responsibilities are a must
I often look into my closet
And see toys covered with dust
Through all of the years
In my search for my own happiness
My quest to find life’s true joys
Who would have ever thought?
It lay in a box full of toys
Carol is a crocodile with big long pointy teeth,
She likes to hide in lakes under the surface, just beneath.
She doesn’t want to bite your legs or eat you in one chew,
She only wants to sneak up close behind you and shout “Boo!”