"TUNING MY THOUGHTS"
Oh my Almighty!
Days passed so hasty,
Life is now withered & wild,
Please turn me back into a child.
If I really get such chance,
I would roll on,jump & dance.
Receiving this boon as a gain,
I wish to pamper my childhood again.
On the large crystalling heap of sand,
I build a castle with my little hand.
With the multi-colored china clay,
I make the toys & love to play.
On a pleasant,chill & breezy evening,
When the clouds burst out & start showering,
Enfolding the paper into a l'le boat,
I rush into the rain & let it float.
I enjoy the flavour of lollipop,
By smacking it from bottom to top.
I wish to fill all my pockets,
With large varieties of yummy chocolates.
My thumbs dance on the buttons of joystick,
To play the games merely fantastic.
Passing the minutes with frolic & fun,
Leaving my homeworks absolutely undone.
Iam now no more a kid,
To act & play as they did.
If I wish to be childish & noisy,
People yell that Iam gone crazy.
Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Every kid is a "sizzling star".
Iam left out with no more phrase,
To garnish the beauty of childhood days.
Categories:
crystalling, childhoodchildhood, childhood,
Form: ABC
I long to wake up
to a morning of clean, clear skies
and beaming sunlight warming
my cogon hut
at the clearing way down south of
Mount Kitanglad;
I long to gaze up
and marvel at the freedom and frolic
of a wedge of wild ducks
as they glide northwest
above the forest, but will be back
at dusk;
I long to listen
to creeks of crystalling water,
to their joyous music as they playfully
tumble down rocks, stones and pebbles,
seeking to soak into the parched,
thirsty earth.
Categories:
crystalling, happiness, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse