Children. Poems

Kindred Spirits

*Kindred Spirits*

 I am often labeled as possessing "special" needs, and while there lies a kernel of truth within that phrase, the needs which burn brightest in my core are no different than yours, dear friend. Just as you crave acceptance, I ache for it too; a longing that colors every sunrise and sunset I

Best is to be

Just do your best,
Ignore the rest,
Aim high,
You shall fly,
Be best pals,
Dudes and gals,
Don't roll eyes,
Be a surprise,
You best is to be,
Aim high, you shall see!

JUST RIGHT, In Two Parts

College Before Family, 1982
My pen just writes
My dog just bites
My wife just fights
And I just might
Decide everything’s alright.

Empty Nest, 2025
Life didn’t quite yield that plight
Because the pen barely writes
The pups play fight
The kids had height
Were polite
And actually bright
The wife’s a delight
Most days and nights
My life might be trite,
And I’m good with this slight rewrite.

A WINDY SUMMER DAY

A WINDY SUMMER DAY 

Planes sailing the sky…
Waving trees shadow the sun…
Kid’s paper plane day…

Don't Play Funky

Standing there with your glistening hair,
miniskirt tempting all eyes around,
say you’re just going out the unwind
with you friends, hottest club in the town.
Looks can kill and I’m thinking that you
mean to draw every wandering eye,
as if you do not have a man here,
as if you’re on the hunt for a guy.

Don’t play funky with me,

INNOCENT CHILD

Why do harm to an innocent child
Because you want to steal
Their young souls and spirit or take
Advantage because they're
Young and helpless 
Plotting to cause them pain
Just because you have a sickness
Get some help or replace your
Sick desires with prayer and stay away from
Innocent children

Everything

Powdered doughnuts, screaming children,
Noisy autos and a silly red hen,
All the things everywhere, that, this, and then.
A week or a day, a minute, and an hour,
Everything all the time, candy that is sour.

The moon and stars and universe too,
All things everywhere, everything for you.
Big trucks, toy cars, tall buildings in our view,
Twilight, baseball, even morning

Untitled

Nervous and shaking, a smile on my face,
I took my first steps in a teacher's place.

More Than a Soft Toy

I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven.
It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair.
At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls,
My uncle living abroad had gifted it which I held as most dear.

More than anything I treasured it and my friends

Information v disinformation'

Dezi Freeman we are told killed two police
Wounded another, disturbing much peace'
Took a woman hostage and three kids
Message from the media, who from the police
Get their bits.' Meanwhile they hold Mali and
Consider her charging.yet she was not a hostage and where
It was said.' Not really clarity enlarging, how were
The kids treated after a fearfull experience'

Ministry of Joy

In marble halls, 
thick folders breathe vision for children,
policies unfurling like morning lotus, 
each page a petal 
promising sunshine in distant classrooms.

Fluorescent lights hum above conference tables,
where signatures bloom into budget lines, 
and happiness becomes a line item, 
measurable, 
funded.

Regional offices busy, 
photocopiers clicking their mechanical prayers, 
sending circular,
dreams down 
dusty highways to 
sleepy district

Can We Do It Together?

Can we do it together?

“Hi! How are you?” an Indian lady asked me.
After work, I left the building of my workplace.

She also worked there. Just in a different department.
This company is in Greenford. Very nice. It is in London.

“Do you have children? Do you have a family?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t”, I answered. “Can we

In gentlest hands

They walk as if they're guided
By winds and gentle hands
Hold lanterns the distance 
Held in childish hands

Afar you see them floating 
Their Laughter echoes on
Those gentle hands caress them
These ghosts we are among 

They were the Children of the sun
But darkness called so sweet
They embraced the gentlest hands 
Walked with childish feet

They dissappear into the

APROPOS OF DING DONG DITCH AND PALS

APROPOS OF DING DONG DITCH AND PALS

Literally, AI pranks
Have caused suicides:-
One while on the computer;
The other by a back shot:-
This may sound funny,
But death is no silly joke;
Neither should pranks be:-
Putting all in perspective,
In half of a month,
Check out “AI Psychosis”
And its friend, “Sycophancy”!?!
As must be with war,
Let us crack down on greed and
Its collateral

The Note in Your Shoes

The wedding venue burnt without flame
the moment we stepped in.
You and I, hand in hand, step by step—
we laughed till our facials started aching,
we danced until the floor grew tired.

That was the story of our first day in love.
Twenty five years after marriage~
we now hardly speak,
our children hardly know us.

We rise too early, return too

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