Adult Games Poems | Examples
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This LeftMind dominant
viral virtue
of practicing RightBody patience
Is a coverup
for feeling deep impatience.
Feeling impatient is not as hopeful
as exploring active curiosity.
Curiosity
about why someone,
including my own anthro-privileged self,
would default to live win/lose
competitively
When our healthiest,
and safest
economically enlightened
and politically empowering experiences
have always grown choices to live
liberally
radically
integrally
EarthTribally
sacredly
neurosystemically
ecologically
more fully win/win,
cooperatively co-invested.
Passionate curiosity might kill the occasional cat;
but probably not more deadly
than dispassionate lack of curiosity.
Besides,
passionate curiosity can also be more fun
than boring impatience
More joyful,
than sad
mad
bad
More curiously glad
even appropriately win/win consenting adult/adult lusty
More sad/glad soulful
preferring mindful disciplines
like healthy therapeutic dances
and well-sung
resiliently brilliant love songs.
When we were small
We used to play amongst kids
A game called The wind blows
We follow the instructions closely
Then we put them into actions
Into fun and laughters
We run
We push
We snatch
We scream
We laugh
Until a chair is sat and rooted
Now when we have grown up
We face the same game in the society
But we don't have the same mood and interest
To play it again
Why
Is that too tough and too hurt
To play in the adult world
To practice in real life
Thunders are
adult clouds
scaring little clouds,
children...
Lightnings are,
stretched out tongues of fire
in innocent celestial jokes...
Games of heaven ...!
she smiles and even giggles
when her cards are good
it’s the strangest game
with the weirdest rules
yet she had the patience to teach me
just a kid now playing a grownup game
and I see her smile and giggle
now that I know those silly rules
and can play as well as any adult
quality time me and my grandmother
enjoying the few breaks she can
she works all day tirelessly
and on through the night
sewing quilts to sell at craft fairs
to raise money to pay bills and
a little extra for a Florida trip
sometimes she stops to play cards
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~LOOKING BACK~ 2023
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on April 5, 2019
Summer’s seasoned lacings, all fetching,
uplift timid heartbeats with etchings.
Sunshine warmly touches me sky brushed.
Languid summer holds playtime sketching.
Touching water’s velvet soft richness,
sensuously tender in thickness,
captivates my deepest of senses.
Water must thrill summer as mistress.
Delight I hold when my garden shines
with produce sun thriving on green vines.
Sorrow stirs when garden grows dirt-dim
from Autumns push upon summer lines.
No coat, no sweater – summer bare feet –
dressing is a bit of style pieced sweet.
Summer freedom within her Eden
lifts my joy on high inside complete.
Horseshoes, croquet, hiking on park trails,
fishing, crabbing, grilling lobster tails -
all eases for adult stressed creases,
all pieces of summer’s bright details.
In summertime, I am a thrilled child
innocently day tripping beguiled
thru exciting treasures season swayed
until autumn shades persuade sun’s exile.
... CayCay Jennings
9-30-18
Peek-a-boo
I see you
Hiding in your rhyme
Peek-a-boo
I see you
Come out now: it's time
One two three
Tagged! You see!
Now you know you're it
One two three
Come kiss me,
As on your lap I sit!!
Hide-and-seek
COME! Take a peek!!
Let's jump in bed and...~*~P~L~A~Y~*~
Hide-and-seek
My turn to peek
TOUCH ME? Why, Yes!!! YOU MAY!!!!
Eileen Manassian
Shame on you! You wanted more? ;)
I wish i had been a child fifty years ago
They had such wonderful games to play
Which their siblings used to know
But not played much in my day.
First with a skipping rope
Besides the normal skip
You could use it as a high jump
Jumping with a high backflip
Then comes spinning top and whip
Would chalk it with colours anew
As the top spun around
A pretty picture you could view
How about marbles
In the gutter you would play
Couldn't do that in my day
So many cars in the way.
Then there is mob,
What a strange name
For hiding til your found
Such a silly game
Then we get the naughty ones
Rat tat ginger is for sure
Cos you would knock and run away
Making some person answer the door
The list is endless
Bet some of you could name a few
How about card games
Stamp collecting too
But the best part were the streets
They were relatively secure
Children could go out to play
Parents didn't have continual fear.
Off to the park no adult in tow
Kids could be kids, use the swings
Slides, see saws and roundabouts,
Play rounders, football and other things.
Now they have playstations
Wii and X box too
What they lose is being in fresh air
With their pals, and being you.