Childhood Dizain Poems

In childhood, we saw our tiny world
in brightest kaleidoscopic shades.
There were no greys, only brilliant swirls
of colors that formed vibrant parades
and danced among peridot-green blades.
Our...

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From storied myths, unicorns surface,
though hard to see for they're shy.
As dusk pauses and stars show purpose,
they visit dreams in slumber's soft sigh,
yet, sometimes seen...

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My garden, secret to all but sky,
      with wooden fence erasing the world.
Worn, brick stepping stones gave it a try
...

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From our very first meeting was I doomed,  
I listened intently to your soft voice.         ...

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Inside our minds time often flows backward,
To rich sparkling treasures we left behind,
But the memories become somewhat blurred,
In a landscape where purple mists purblind.
There we...

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Shadows of the morning slip silently
Across the coverlet over my bed
Some think the wispy image heavenly
I think of covering my sleepy head
Will fondly sleep another...

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“once we rest ego borne urges
nothing stops bliss, as it surges”

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Vibrancy of love, in each vibration
felt as underlying reality
as our innate joyful bliss elation,
throbbing within...

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I am lost to the mighty wind above                 ...

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Childhood

Childhood runs barefoot to catch the winds –
Then captures fireflies in a jar;
Tastes new snowflakes on the whirlwinds;
Tickles the toes of the North Star;
Makes snow...

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In lighted times born in a dark tunnel
the juvenile eyes look for a beacon
to escape a life some define as hell.
In soiled room lighted corner...

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The shadows cast from childhood’s grace,
From oaks once climbed with wondered zeal, 
Still gently shade the heart’s chaste place.

A park where myths and dreams were...

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Oh Pup, why couldn't I go to the stable with brother,
there are stallions there and a foal with the red mare
to the hounds he's going,...

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A young boy toddles with shovel and pail.
His mother watches him fall to the sand.
Laughter erupts on the wind like a sail
blowing his toyboat to...

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O faded moment sand swaddled, a child

Inviolate as the sun, bare to the skin
Nature festive in glee, waves roaring wild
Nothing molesting thought to imply sin
Overtures...

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In storybooks, my son and I chase dreams
to magical wonderlands near and far.
Catching rainbows on a golden sun beam,
we stop to wish upon a shooting...

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