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Camp Mystic

Soft raindrop music lulled all to quiet
with dreams of fairies, and princess of light 
Stars sent lovelights that winked off and then on
wind whispered “shh,” very soon will come dawn 

Quickly, rain grew restless, began to pound
sent enormous waves to hide the soft ground
Two rivers merged, creating a large sea
Higher, stronger grew sea's intensity

It thrashed

I taught my little daughter

I taught my little daughter
how to ford the raging water.
And I taught my little son
how to calm a storm not yet begun.
Just so they would know ~ how it is done.

Square Peg, Round Hole

Catch them when they're young
and shape their tiny minds
by telling them to colour
inside the lines
kids are our precious resource
nurture their dreams for the future
break them on the wheel of control
and kill the spirit destroy the soul
conditioned at an early age
they'll be at a loss
when they're told to think
outside the box
complicit in your conspiracy
avoiding confrontation
it's not

RAISING CHILDREN

May we be blessed to understand…
how raising a child is like planting a tree…

We nurture them with love, food and water and sun
but it’s only when they’re grown 
and we’re sitting in their shade
do we realize how good a job we’ve done.

Grema, Groky and Gabbo

with AI chat toys
my children join in and laugh
engaging with droids—
their toys become companions
for exploring the future

voice box extracted,
the alien grows gentle,
a creature of cloth—
they revert to mere soft toys
for beeps and let's tickle games

mute toys speak the truth
imagination awakes—
when machines go still
to hear more in them silent
than in their pre-programmed chat

The Empty Nest

With children
a house becomes alive
Without them
an empty shell
With children
new moments of joy arrive
Without them
an unringing bell 

With children
laughter stays in the air
Without them
but memories dwell
With children
the years to age unimpaired
Without them
— all magic is quelled

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

Seeds In Our Hands

There are small seeds
And mighty oaks.
Tender shoots
And weathered bark.
Fragile buds
And blooming gardens.

When we tend to the soil,
Or water the roots?
Nurturing growth.
We never say
This seedling matters.
That one does not.

We plant
And we tend.
We shelter
And we know.
THEY ALL NEED CARE.

Yet somehow,
When we look
At the faces in our classrooms.
Where dreams are now formed.
Where futures wait,
We forget.

Some get sunshine,
Others shadow.
Some

Mickey Mouse

        Contest: Cartoon Character Clerihew
   Judged:  8/17/2025 6:29:00 AM
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Placement: First
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Walt Disney's Mickey Mouse
Still struts through each media house,
With hose stretched tighter than his grin,
And yellow shoes too big for his thin shin.

A child's first lynching

Dressed in their Sunday best
Toothy grins
Pristine shoes
Eyes sparkling with joy
A simple family picture
The epitome of innocence 
'Spick and span' as they would say

A nice family outing
Where you ask?
Church?
A family picnic?
Day trip?
No.

They dressed up in their Sunday best
To watch a black man succumb to a slow and labored death
To watch his long drawn out last breath
The

Borderless

Borderless
Sunlight 
doesn't care 
about fences.

A child laughs 
somewhere 
beyond the wall,
could be anywhere, 
could be anyone’s.

At the market,
hands count money
in different languages
but tomatoes 
taste the same.

Birds build nests
in barbed wire, 
using what they find.

Planes cross
overhead 
carrying people home 
to places 
that look different 
but feel familiar.

We are all
walking 
under the 
same sky.

Homespun ice cream

homespun ice cream
for children of all ages
~ love on a spoon

Stretch And Seek

               Seek 
          them all out,
     overrun they thrive.
Fields full of hiding places 
              

Fluffy Clouds

Why are all the fluffy clouds high up in the sky?
I know I’ll never own one however hard I try. 
They could surely be my pillow, upon which to rest my head
Maybe I’d have two of them,  to lay upon my bed. 

Oh why can’t I just reach up and grab one for myself?
Why

My Final Adieu

I look at the mirror in total disgust 
And I hate the Man looking back at me
There’s not a thing I like about him
He’s worthless as far as I can see

I hate myself for the things I’ve done
And I hate myself for the things I’ll do 
To be honest, I’d be better off dead
That’s the

Letting Go Of Past Mistakes

Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear.
At times we were living together, now not one lives near.
Each has a life they must live and thoughts on which to ponder.
My life goes on, I grow old and still I can’t but wonder,
How different things could have been, if love we didn’t squander.

It’s

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