Smiles bloom like flowers in the sun,
As children race, their laughter runs.
Eyes sparkle bright with pure delight,
In this magical playground site.
Little hands reach for the sky,
On swings that make them feel they fly.
Hearts beat fast with joyous thrill,
As they zoom down the sliding hill.
Friendships form in sandbox play,
Building castles day by day.
Giggles bubble, spirits soar,
On seesaws rising more and more.
Cheeks flushed pink with a happy glow,
As round and round the merry-go.
Proud faces beam on monkey bars,
Feeling strong as a superstar.
In this world of climbing and running,
Every child's a shining sun.
Playground magic, pure and true,
Where happiness is always new.
Laina The Lion
Full of courage
And strength
Is Laina the lion
Leaping and Prowling
Everywhere
And Every Day
Is what Laina the lion
Likes to do
Curious as can be
Is Laina the Lion
With eyes darting everywhere
Oh Laina the Lion
I wonder
What goes through your Lion brain
Last night I fell into a deep sleep,
my cat precious slept with me.
I could swear that old Mother Moon,
slept with us, I swear, it’s true.
Mother Moon she’s truly wise,
but she get’s tired, I surmise.
The thing that puzzles me the most,
when she’s asleep, how does she glow?
Perhaps she’s playing a trick on me,
I wonder if Precious ever sees,
her opening her eyes during the night;
boy, that would be funny, alright.
I’ll wait awhile, pretending I’m asleep,
then when Moon isn’t looking, I’ll take a peek.
I’ll see if I can catch her open eyes,
I’ll bet she’ll get a big surprise!
Legend has it, that in the land of Bedelay,
there resides a tribe of Elder, Wood Fey.
Faerie keepers of the Elder trees,
who ride upon the whispering breeze.
The Elder or the Sambucus,
has bred many magical instruments.
Its blackened berries, keep you well;
but red ones sound a true death knell.
And the magic of an elder harp,
played at dusk, just before dark;
can lull you into deepest sleep,
as dreams into your head, doth creep.
Elder Mother, she will share,
her secrets with those, napping there.
Beware though, make offering unto her tree,
Before partaking, and she’ll bless thee.
The Wood Fey, guard Elder Mother well;
disrespect her and you’re under a spell.
You could easily become an Elder Tree;
if you don’t believe, dare and you’ll see.
Never cross, Elder Mother, the Wood Fey
or any other being, in their vicinity.
Otherwise, an Elder tree,
she’ll make of thee!
Last night, I rode upon a sea of dreams,
a whale and grandpa rode them with me.
I felt water hit me as I sailed in my bed;
it was only the whale nodding his head.
He splashed all around those waters of blue,
while rays of moonlight cast silvery hues.
The fish, how they danced in and out of the waves;
a Salmon leapt by me, a Tuna, a Blue Hake.
My bed, it sailed better than any old boat;
when the dream began I was trapped in a moat!
As it turned into ocean with waters blue-green,
I realized the whale, it was a Baleen.
The whale, he told me that he was endangered,
why should he confide in me, a stranger?
My Grandpa told me the very next day,
when I grew up, the whales I could help save.
Children’s’ blizzard of 1888
January 12th was actual date
Grim reaper busy
Turmoil tizzy
Two hundred children met a death fate
Little Zoom a very white mouse,
who lived in a humongous house,
single and without any spouse;
but he loved Strauss, but he loved Strauss.
Though he tried to learn how to waltz,
always needing some smelling salts,
his clumsiness was not his fault;
had plenty schmaltz, had plenty schmaltz.
One day he received a scooter,
with red wheels it looked like pewter,
on it there was no one cuter;
Waltzing scooter! waltzing scooter!
Now Zooms spins around the big house,
this scooter-waltzing little mouse,
to the enchanting strains of Strauss;
a waltzing mouse, a waltzing mouse.
I’m Bella the magical kitten,
with Daddy’s writing I am smitten.
while napping upon his journal,
with my talents, supernormal.
I’ll live all his adventures in my dreams,
watching them play out in dreamscape scenes.
Daddy’s not lived a boring life,
though he’s endured a bit of strife.
through these pages I’ll come to know him,
every thought, every feeling and whim.
My new Dad’s a great guy, ever so wise;
I wonder, if he’ll bake Tuna Surprise?
Mama where are the children
Where are your children now
Ooh and Mama how have you raised them
Nurturer and saving them how?
God has called you
His daughter whose
A vessel for Humanity
Mama where the darlings
All of those charming, souls wow
Spiritual Father, Abba Father
From Eve to Mary to my own mom
All mothers are mothers
All nurturers are naturals
More than just a womb
Harvesting a human being
Mama these are the darlings
Those are the children
Those whom in your care you bare
We thank God for those whom are mothers
Those whom are God's daughters
Hallelujah
Palm Sunday 2016_ I AM SWAYED
Dressed in white and black with wide smiling beams;
Oh! how I miss 2015, its palm and serenity_
2016! you see four corners of the colourful room
Childrens' ward is where thou shall be
Frowning at the challenges coming my way
Acceptance of ones life_is easy to say_
then peace shall come your way_
One year is not enough for acceptance to come
Fallen trunks, brown branches of Winstons' wrath
School building standing tall_seems lost
Even though activities going on
Centrifugal wind force waking up the soul
Which junction have I been blown?
Trudging the muddy road with stones
Tripping and falling, standing up seems to be far away
Even though carrying my cross used to be my motto_I AM SWAYED.
Palm Sundsay 2016
Did you ever ride an elephant in the jungle, or climb on top of a cloud?
Did you ever catch a unicorn in your garden, or from a mountain top shout out loud?
Did you ever see a fairy, dancing, and singing in the rain?
Did you ever talk to a dog and it tells you it’s real name?
Probably not! But….
Did you ever give a hug to those you love and tell them they are great?
Did you ever eat popcorn watching a movie and stay up really late?
Did you ever help someone in need, once or maybe twice?
Did you ever wish for better things, whose lives are not so nice?
When we are thoughtful, good things come to us
Do it like it’s fun, there’s no need for a big fuss
Because those who really love you, like it when you show that you care
And just remember, when you need them, they are ALWAYS there.
Mr fly
wold you
like to pull my
arms off
I think we deserve
Mr rabbit
here
put glue in
each eyeballs too
Rare best served
am i
i whispered to the herd
Mr pig came quickly
must of overheard
Mr chicken couldn't give a
At last protect my children cluck cluck
Mr dog handed us a last paw
Mr cat too busy giving scratch
to sunbeam coated dust
then turned
already forgot
but last
waiting for his turn
Mr worm
with an eyeless smile
welcome to
the earth
mother to the rest
Pudgy Pumpkins glow round and orange bright
On Allhallows Eve star filled moonlit night
Bold Black Cats yowl with a canorous chorus
While children's joy explodes wide eyed before us
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Mr fly
wold you
like to pull my
arms off
I think we deserve
Mr rabbit
here
put glue in
each eyeballs too
Rare best served
am i
i whispered to the herd
Mr pig came quickly
must of overheard
Mr chicken couldn't give a
At last protect my children cluck cluck
Mr dog handed us a last paw
Mr cat too busy giving scratch
to sunbeam coated dust
then turned
already forgot
but last
waiting for his turn
Mr worm
with an eyeless smile
welcome to
the earth
mother to the rest
A FROG AND SNAKE TALE
Beneath a mirror pond,
lived a frog, with a magic wand,
sparkling under a starry sky,
watched by the moon, the golden eye,
reflecting the story,
of this frog's crafty glory.
"Croak,croak" from a green slimy cloak,
echoing greetings for the nightly meetings,
hearing a croaky reply "danger nearby!".
Suddenly a surprise, fangs with eyes,
slithering in satin, a repulsive repute
t'was snake in a dinner suit.
Fretting, this frog could feel,
being swallowed as this snake's meal.
Croaked the frog to the snake,
"listen to my deal"
"a snake with senses so sharp and clear",
" am a magical frog and can disappear"
"and can make snake with wings to see all things",
with the frog's plead the snake agreed.
Every creature became hysteric,
seeing snake so angelic,
using fangs for wings,
and a hiss that sings.
Forever this snake lost it's pride,
slithering with wings to eternally hide.
This tale and moral for future far,
always be happy who you are
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