Best Younglings Poems

INTO THE WILD

I dreamed ......

An arboreal wandering into the wild
Creeping in narrow-leaved green herbage
Afraid to be mashed by other wolverines got riled
Their safe abode is now in the siege

The rampage and stampede make a harsh noise
Joining the rumble will stumble into near-death
Swiftly moving away, intend...

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dead end street …
mostly elderly when we came
always quiet … 
empty nests side-by-side
aching for spring
but winter came instead
(the winter of life)
friends … good people -
town folk who raised this little
borough with pride
came to this blind alley to wait for God
and He obliged …

one-by-one, this road...

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And the old man murmured 
“Try me at war”

Days came 
They passed 
Hours 
They’d soundly 
Blossom
Mankind 
Regulated 
Then Played 
Possum

And the old man grinned crimsomly 
“Gentlemen try me at war”

Seasons came 
They passed
Fruits bared 
Wholesome
At last
The markets 
Flourished 
And rashed
Again
The hunger
Settled 
For gasp

With his eyes...

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Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble
Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble
Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet
Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat 
Tom gathers, his tuft dangling from his breast
His wingtips dragging, along with all the rest

Our feathers that we fan out...

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*Image of Worm On Leaf by Pixabay.

an act of autumn

rustling leaves tumble
nest of starved younglings screeching~
crawling goes exposed

2022 September 07
*1st Place*
Autumn in Nature - Haiku
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2022 September 17

*HMS; 5,7,5....

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Tiger In A Mall Display

resignation
oh green eyed one?
lounging  against bars 
of clinical steel;
sanitized sawdust laps
against enormous paws.
faux velvet roping
red as blood
stays the many gawkers 
from your gleaming fangs.

a presence greater than thunder
in the Sumatran mountains
colour clear, rich, black and orange
you glow in the imaginings
of...

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It is tragic of my generation
to see the riches instead of Life's simple purity
in the bosom that is within
To feel the caress in play that is quite the opposite of sin
Money does not appeal to my appetite
The wallet that is mine will collect not a...

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Y
 Yggdrasil
 younglings
 yobbishly
 yohimbine
 yammering yardsticks
 year-round
 yuppifying
 yuppifies
 yokefellow
 yarborough
 yellowtail Ypsilanti
 yearningly
 yellowback
 yarmulkas
 Yevtushenko
 Yellowstone yachtswoman
 yellowfin
 yellowing
 yearlings
 yodellers
 yearnings
 yachtsmen yesterdays
 yearbooks
 yachtsman
 youngberry
 yarramans
 yellowhead
 yeastiest yardstick
 yieldingly
 youngling
 yogyakarta
 yoghourts
 Yugoslavia yodelling
 Youngstown
 yarmulkes
 yataghans
 yawningly
 yellowish
...

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Now it's almost half a millennium gone when it fell
The gigantic pen that colored England and the world.
The enigma of all times that no man can tell,
Nor had any sage of the long past foretold
That such a towering ink the earth could produce.


I know there's...

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just the same ring
with a round of row zees
     awash manicured lawns
     with generic grass seed 

     that doth spring
to life with synthesized,
(yet deadly) chemicals meant
     to guarantee wrest
ting...

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I want a day of full repose
With only Nature within sight,
For only then I truly might
Attain the peace which she bestows.

A while ago, two swallows came
To raise their younglings in a nest
Below the roof, and I felt blessed,
But then they vanished all the same.

The chirping...

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Someone in the packed compartment spoke in my native tongue..
Voice resonated in my ears.. reminiscence of the past..beckoned..


A gush of wind from the far east... swept me off my feet..
Fragments of imagination took a flight…

Nostalgia spread its wings…thoughts rolled over…
I vividly remember…though not all…


As children...

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There is a stack of books over there 
One has information that could change your life if you care 
Then have your collegiate book fair 
And in the end you will end up with a scare 

You will find out about your descendents past 
On...

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In the quiet nook of a loving home,
Is my small world-
fenced by iron bars,
and a limited sky.
Protected from storms
and predator’s eye.
Fresh clean water,
steady sunflower seed supply.
Almost a picture-perfect life.
Yet, I often sigh.

I yearn for lush trees,
and open endless skies.
Where the sun shines bright
And the moon...

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