Kids Didactic Poems | Examples
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At a young age, they start to rape.
It is a disaster in the Cape.
At 15 he starts to rape.
There is no way to escape.
At 15 he rapes the kids in the home.
They are close like bees in a honeycomb.
The grandparents in the house
living like blind mice.
The parents are all drug addicts,
living off others like ticks.
Their kids are thrown away,
their lives have gone astray.
Their kids have been vandalised,
they have been bastardised
by a 15-year-old boy.
He is not a stable boy.
Grandpa and Grandma turned a blind eye.
How could they turn a blind eye?
For three years they ignored it,
even though they were in the cockpit.
The grandparents turned a blind eye.
What standard did they apply?
Their kids are drug addicts,
living off others like ticks.
In a bright yellow, the big bus stands still,
Its lights flash a warning, a sign of care.
Giggles and waves from tiny hands inside,
A moment to pause, where safety’s embraced.
Red lights flash, and the bus is waiting,
You’re in a rush, but safety calls loud.
Around the bend, a cop might be watching,
One moment’s haste, and you face the consequence.
The ticket’s not just a fine, but a lesson,
Every stop sign guards lives we hold dear.
In their small hands, trust is given, so slow down,
In that brief pause, we see the cost of rushing.
Police might be near, keeping an eye,
What seems easy is wrong when caution’s ignored.
So slow down, remember, these kids count on us,
Let kindness guide your actions, respect the bus.
You are the sunshine of my life
That’s why I’ll always be around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you’ll stay in my heart
—Stevie Wonder
“Keep me as the apple of your eye;
hide me in the shadow of your wings…”
—Psalm 17:8a
ROLLING EYES
Rolling eyes,
contemptible,
in the tent
that you present.
Averting, left or right,
neither straight -
a googly-eye menace,
a disgrace.
Replace
with grace.
Concentrate.
Be
respectable.
Don’t make
a spectacle.
Lean in
and learn.
Chaos
can turn
into peace.
Your body
represents
the living God
and
should reflect
His name.
His name
is integrity.
Be
incredibly brave.
Let
the other person
be heard.
You, be real.
Don’t roll
the dice -
snake eyes
slither
and cocoons.
They ruin
relationships
between parents,
kids and spouses.
Rolling eyes
hurts the head
and eyelids,
hurts the one’s
you love.
They notice
and get enraged
or walk away.
Rolling eyes
is
not brave.
It takes time
to unlearn
but
can be
undone.
Give
a hug
with clear
and bright
browns, blues, and greens
and in betweens.
Child of God,
don’t be a
wanderlust -
be
the apple.
I
A few hours after April 9th began
My puppies yelping woke me, helping
Me be thankful for this holiday -
Easter day! Better yet: Resurrection Day
For Easter was pagan, named for Oestre
A Persian goddess (?) Yet Persia had early Christ-ians galore
In earlier daylight the further East we are
I'm grateful for my Family, a Friend in Africa,
And all of America (a Maryland lake, Artemesia)
And my kids' friend called Grandma Aurelia
As I celebrate the Resurrection hopes
"Old" writer-college friends Grady Dorset, Jim Link ...
Gone too soon, Jim being missed in Greenbelt
A town begun by the Roosevelts (Elanor had graced it)
But God, Creator Love, gave us this idea:
Eternal Spring with Thy Maker - Jesus, for me - resurrection : death and life in perfect intimacy
I'm so glad Nelson Mandela forgave - Jesus then became real for me
II
I sent out Resurrection Day messages, pics
Already in these wee hours. I bless you all
Shalom shalom in the Prince of Shalom
Yeshua haMeshiach: "Hope of Israel"
blazing hot like cayenne pepper,
especially in adolescent years,
malleable youths
bend and capitulate
to peer pressure;
grown folks take the bait, too.
it could be a simple
"try this like the rest of us cool kids!"
or just an effortless nudge of
"you're missing out!"
to descend
an impressionable youngster
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
of insidious seduction.
the benefits of peer pressure are there,
though few and far between.
It's challenging for a lone hold-out
to resist the temptation
of wading in deep into
the muddy waters of coercion
when all his "cool kids" buddies
have crossed over
to the dark side.
no matter your relationship
with anyone forcing you to try
or do anything that goes against
your belief system,
your moral code, say no
if you feel even a tad uncomfortable!
refuse to go down
the primrose path of uncertainty.
don't allow yourself to be
handcuffed, or guilt-tripped
into walking down the road to regret.
It's best to abandon ship,
or better yet, don't board
if any proposition feels false.
Date written: 11/20/2022
I
its funny how words contain stories
call them by the synonym, mysteries
SLAVE also has an antidote: SALVE
where SALE of humans rendered some HALVES
of what Nature's God had given ("inalienable rights")
I wrote before: SAVIOUR, spelled so,
has within its letters: 'OUR VISA' to Heaven
Kids have often said DOG and GOD are close
Or "I" am in the middle of a PiG (I am not!)
Just the Letter "i" is in the midst of letters P, i, G
So, as you awake or prepare for work, lunch, snack, or sleep
I suggest a combo of games help redirect, change our focus
From the issues of the day (We had no piped water for 10 days, and)
In sunny South Africa, LOADSHEDDING means power is rationed
So we have six hours a day of cold food and overworked diesel generators
In a digital nation, where banks do not offer much cash: phone
Or internet banking, the order of the day - and no one told my Government!
Remember then, SHALOM SHALOM - as you think of home
Whether on earth or heaven, we need lessons on keeping sane and sad-free
One can live half ones life in America
The old citizen survives, survival need
I complete three years in South Africa
Know I am alone, no police, in my need
Many millions manage such lives
Adjust to the biggest kids on the block
No first reaction to get justice, knives
Or one's rights (democracy mere dialog)
Our Own Heroes
**********
"We,
Birthed by parents;
Without prior planning
For a proper alignment
of their kids destiny,
yet,
Here we are,
Our own very selves,
Our own heroes!"
We Are,
Our Own Heroes
We've come this far;
gods in human form.
We've visited the very eye of the storm of life;
Waded through the jungle of life's harsh reality...
Bathed in its gore and ruthlessness.
We've seen it all;
Yet still standing,
lording over our eventful conquest in our own little way...savouring the pleasure of a victory earned through combat...a combat of will.
Though, without a grand ceremony to honor our presence among mortals;
Yet, we will lay claim to our divine trumpets,
We will horn our praise till the rest of the celestials join in our unsavoury dance...
The dance of the Immortals.
With it, we will build an atmosphere of gaiety and galore... an atmosphere of a distinct piety.
Then, we shall boldly say, facing the mortal world:
We Are Our Own Heroes!
Peter Ekhator Godwin Iyendoe (pegi)
ghops
Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2019
How to Stay Married to Me
(a poetic tutorial)
Don’t come at me
With sweets or cookies
On Valentine’s Day
My New Year’s resolutions
Are around to stay
(talk to me around Mother’s Day)
Understand my currency:
Words, sweet syntax,
Small deeds at random
Are my box of chocolates
Fill my tank,
Ask if I’ve lost weight
Offer a walk
Clean the garage
Love our kids
Even after tattoos and missing assignments
Put things together: furniture and broken hearts
Camping trips and holiday dinners
Let the dogs sleep in our bed
And in and out at night
What seems like a zillion times
A human doggie door
Take care of the old people
Move a couch for my grandma
“It has to be now!” Nevermind
That your back is out
Tolerate my OCD tendencies
Ignore the washcloth tower
Turn a blind eye to the
Exercise clothes rotation
Understand it gives me power
Let me be in charge
of the temperature in the car
you take the music--
A better DJ by far
Stockpile our everyday
Like a trip to Sam’s Club
Saturday drives to games
Sunday laundry and grocery
Love me through the mundane
The necessary normal
that makes us great
Empty eyes,
tired of teardrops...
They croon of ages long gone
when chaotic deeds were done...
Empty skies...
deprived of dewdrops...
they cry of seasons unknown
when chaotic seeds were sown.
Empty arms,
waiting for warm embrace,
pressed against drenched pillows
they beat against besetting billows.
Empty charm,
once garnished with grace,
She lost her bliss and royal ray...
hanging with hays keep beauty at bay.
Remembering the time of fragrance
Now everywhere spread is gloom
Vision is blur, nothing in vein
Flames are set by those insane...
Kids swayed under canopy's light
Their noise was sweet and sound
Now still is all let it move someday
As all has turned to burnt hay...
Every drop of tears are saved
For children to gratify their thirst
Suppressed are the uproar of cry
To not let the caravan descry...
Get this babel away from here
It keeps us wary and vigilant
Even lullaby cant make us sleep
Like a nocturnal we just weep...
Efface this agony at once
Even the fern wants to stem
Hidden are the figurant and finch
And ceaseless are we of the lynch...
Cant even glimpse through the window
Fearing for a shot coming by
To know who are alive and dead
For not being a part of this brutal bloodshed...
Know your value, Know your Cost,
Aspire Yourself, Don’t get Lost,
Explore some new, never Quit,
It don’t matter, what was your Past,
You are alive, with all at Best,
Don’t sit free, don’t get Rest,
Always be happy, Always be Potent,
Enjoy Your life with all its Zest,
So what if happen to fail, why you’re Care less,
Don’t ever be think You’re Worth less,
Forever think positive, never Comedown,
Boost Up Yourself for Future, Life is a Chess,
Today If You make effort, Tomorrow will be Your,
Gentleman Life is bitter, the same as So Sour,
Strive for Aim, Not for Fame,
Thrive for best, Made Your Life Pure! !
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
All Rights Reserved.
shahid817@gmail.com
ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER
Love your wife? Then say so - but better to do the dishes,
Clean the kids room, stuff she really wishes.
Love your son? Then spend a whole morning if you like
Showing him how to fix his bike.
Actions speak louder than words.
See that abused kid ? Maybe that once was you.
Ok - smile and speak to him, do.
Pass an old hobo in street let’s say?
Could’ve been you........maybe might be, one day.
He’s not always wanting money, just a hello, some respect.
Do your best in your job, with your friends, with your wife.
Be honest with yourself and all else will follow in your life.
Can you to your own self be true? If you can,
Then you cannot be false to any man.
It follows as night the day.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for John Freeman’s “Give Me Your Best Shot New contest”
NOTE
The last three lines are a modernized paraphrase of
Shakespeare's famous lines in Hamlet
It can be seen all around us
Hard times and its sounds
Companies closing down
Gas and fuel go up and staying unsettled
Then they fall to their lowest in years
Melancholy awareness and tears
War in other lands
Religion and stained hands
Media melodrama
Families going homeless
Foreclosure how sad
To loss the only home you ever had
Strange new biohazards in your neighborhood
A new beetle brought to North America eating at our woods
Turmoil worry
Fast pace lifestyles hurry up and hurry
Cut backs in city police and fireman
Laying the grounds for higher crime
Dirty politicians
Smeared on national TV
Kids on cell phones and I-pods
Addicted to electronics’ now they’re new God’s
Animals abandoned
One can easily become despondent
Are we near twentieth century abolishment?