The road is muddy, full of holes
a challenge when, a child, one strolls,
it would appear.
But set the toddler on that road;
might precious peace still more erode?
It could, I fear.
For like a magnet, they are drawn,
far faster than a fired neuron,
to an assault
on filthy water, rocks and dirt:
the piper calling for dessert.
Who can find fault?
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The Diabolo has two stanzas, 8a:8a:4b:8c:8c:4b 8d:8d:4e:8f:8f:4e.
In addition, the 4-syllable lines rhyme at syllables 2 and 4.
Categories:
diabolo, child, desire, nature,
Form: Other
Enemies won't spare those brave; by
opting seppuku, chose to die
never bothered.
Seppuku was not to commit,
‘twas to perform, ought to befit
ever honoured.
Event was part of more detail
ritual done outdoor; great tale
for rest to learn.
Performed before viewer to spread
the message for future; bloodshed
by best no spurn.
~*~*~
Note:: Seppuku sometimes known as hara-kiri, which is a native Japanese form of ritual suicide by disembowelment.
It was originally reserved for Samurai.
Categories:
diabolo, sad,
Form: Verse
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The joys of life are few for one.
Sharing each point of view more fun!
My life, my wife.
Forty-eight years of bliss, my wish.
A special love like this a dish.
No strife, all nice!
Three kids, one of each, all three cute!
Grandparents, seven, a ball, a hoot!
Young life, fun rife!
Great grandchildren four, we want more!
Much too soon, me, seventy plus four.
My life, no strife!
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#rife, #strife, #diabolo-poetre
Categories:
diabolo, fun, life, love,
Form: I do not know?