LAKE
I want to rent a house on a lake
I want it to be quiet, a simple house,
But
I want it to have a dock and maybe a
Rowboat or canoe. Either is OK.
I don’t want there to be any motors,
Or a busy lake
I want to be able to jump into the lake
And swim under the water and look up
and see the light coming through the water
I want to see a spider walk on the
Surface of the water.
Just because they can
Oh, there will be a little fish darting.
And I want to
Just swim around where it’s a little murky,
And I’ll see just a flash of their lives.
At night I can go out in the boat
And listen to the Silence.
Maybe some bats fly by
Hopefully, it will be cloudless
And the sky will be full of stars
That is my wish
Youth exudes luck and beauty.
She views the world in vivid colour.
A true optimist at heart.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
If a man humane is that he ought be,
Maybe, his grit’s grounded by child's good grace,
Or his contented heart’s always happy,
Perchance, he wears a child's innocent face.
Good if he’s wise, far better still if naïve
As to protect his playful little child,
Let him keep child in him for long alive,
If he’s or not with this world reconciled.
Let him love the play more than a game won,
The sun toils hard and still retains bright smile,
The child in him set free lets this happen,
And not whatso howso grave can him rile.
Child knows: life’s seldom made of stuff that weighs,
No grouse is so great O to grieve for days.
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Sonnet |01.10.2006| child
Little shelves in quiet minds
Hold unimagined worlds.
Night-time spurs their playtime jaunts.
By dawn, a tale reshelves.
At times, these tales may reappear
To flirt with daytime ponder.
If thoughts of ponder dare to shift,
A soul may act on a wonder.
And Fortune, guide a happy soul,
Who wears the wonder born
Of ponderings from shelf-life jaunts.
They’re rare as a unicorn.
there was magical, blissful childlike wonder in the sky tonight
Many could not see it, for they had lost their ability long ago
For those of us who can still see, we were touched
Santa and nine reindeer, casually gliding in the cosmos
Even the Christmas tree began singing Christmas carols
Mercy dragged fate around our alley,
a path taken before, failed, but who cares ?
two lucky losers,
who determined the ending,
in the precipice of nothing.
you and I were children in the world,
non-existent in love stories,
to keep you crouched, easier for me
unaffected by the flow of gossip.
Satiety in you
Time never promised,
my being enjoyed you even in sleep.
But,
the lack of luck remained loyal to my body,
every step in the path of growth,
kept me away ,
you weren’t a need .
The interval between your creature and mine was losing power,
we become too grand for the world,
they all talked about us
never once mentioned love.
to be achieved in life, I wouldn't say,
we will stay young with experience , forever.
the alleys never joined ,
steeply they passed,
without punctuation.
created spirals of abstract colors,
that burst from time to time,
when my eye caught your eye through the alleys of the city.
What is that? I asked staring into the rainbow mist.
There was movement, and it was coming hard and fast.
Others did not see, but I ran toward the rainbow.
Determined to see what I thought I saw.
No one ran after me; people consider me strange.
Pixies, elves, faeries and a leprechaun greeted me.
Where are the others? The leprechaun asked.
He handed me his pot of gold too.
I kept it a secret for years and years.
Being childlike has its advantages.
Not only did I meet pixies, elves and faeries.
But gold comes in handy.
The only downside is that the leprechaun lives with you.
He moves in and does not move his feet when you vacuum.
He does not bathe, and his teeth are decaying and smelly.
But the gold was nice while it lasted.
Childlike levity, a bliss bath
Soul’s innate vibrancy
Each moment a holy sabbath
Free from delinquency
Give ego a wide berth
Revel in bubbling mirth
Beholding soul’s rebirth
Defy gravity
Childlike levity
16-November-2022
Quietus
The wonder of a childlike kind helps keep the person younger and empowers him with the sensation of excitement that is essential to survive difficult circumstances. In addition to this, it infuses their surroundings with vitality, joy, and enthusiasm on a consistent basis, so serving as a powerful reminder that there is promise and trust.
a childish impress
refresh the atmosphere's vibe~
swell the bliss uptake
Written: July 18, 2022
The best phase of life is childhood, blessed by Him. Child is a symbol of purity and free from all shackles. Children are unattached to both good and bad.Their thoughts, words and actions are free from the six enemies of the mind. In the course of becoming adults, they are surrounded by all complexities and contradictions. But there is a child in every adult. Childhood passions and fancies remain dormant in their hearts. The talk about the childhood adventures relishes them when they recollect.
sinless saintly souls
free from fetters of constraints
replicas of joy
Like A Child Poetry Contest
Haibun poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date: 05-07-2022
Cry over spilled milk
Laugh and dance the next moment
Childlike emotions observed
Like a Child Poetry ‘contest
Jun 28, 2022
Childlike wonder keeps a person fresh, giving her the sense of play she needs
to survive the difficult times. It also brings exuberance, joy and enthusiasm into
her world on a regular basis, reminding her that there is hope and faith.
childlike wonder
freshening up your world
helps you retain joy
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Like a Child Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Somewhere along the way we lose our childlikeness. We must always keep in mind that Jesus said, “[Let] the little children come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such are the kingdom of heaven.” This makes me believe that we must inculcate the quality of childlikeness if we are going to be worthy of entering into the kingdom of God. Children pretend but are not pretentious. Children see life as it really is, not as they wish it could be. Children are happy with what they have, not greedy for more. Children know the meaning of unconditional love without being taught.
Lord, to be childlike
to see You as life’s treasure
always seeking grace
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written June 5, 2022
Submitted to "Like a Child" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
I am the ultimate fabricated furious me
Hiding my weathered, worn, wonderful sides
Pulling out the slow downs, hoe downs and stops
Dropping myself cleverly into convenience paths
Of newness and wise women truths
I am readily unafraid to reveal my whole self to others
Insane? Of course, I am, in many directions.
But in the ways that matter, I am quintessentially sane.
Normal? What is that? I scoff and throw back my head.
Do not tamper my enthusiasm and exuberance.
I am childlike, not childish. The guidelines I give myself are used often.
I am full of wonder and joy. Don’t let my physical appearance fool you.
Childlike delight in renewal
Celebrates aliveness
Heart revival continual
In vibrant blissfulness
Like the fresh morning breeze
Mode: embrace and release
No desires to appease
Soul’s pristine light
Childlike delight
17-April-2022
Quietus
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