Playground Games Poems

The painted swings now rusted in the breeze,
A silent playground where no laughter rings.
The faded murals on the peeling trees,
A broken carousel where no joy...

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An empty swing sways, lilting loneliness in the breeze,
With no children in play, no laughter's squeal to please,
Its rusty chain creaks a forlorn squeak for...

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Vegas nights and neon lights
A desert playground of sin
Enraptured then you're captured
The moment you walk in

The ambience intoxicates
The chance of fortune looms
Once you call you...

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Every kid loves to hear that glorious sound                 ...

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In the youthful years enamored to the essence
for the unsupressible passion for playing football,
I spent the quality time in the playground
every awaited evening till the...

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Life is a playground,
where folks ‘play’ around,
Catch-me-if-you-can, 
most favoured by man,
Some play badminton, 
with points they’re smitten,
Volleyball goes on, 
hit us with their con,
Basketball they...

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Celestial Play

In daylight hours when stars fall sleep, 
They opened wide eyes to see celestial wonder –
The sun and moon at play 
Racing across their...

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flipping baseball cards
in the flippin' school yard
pictures up, stats down
Drysdale, Koufax, Mantle, Spahn
or vice versa all around

retirement income source lost on the playground......

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Unbeknownst tummy why, (around
about 2200 hours October 5th, 2018),
     a slew of forgotten incidents quasi
lee linkedin, and questionably
   ...

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Some healers counsel us not to count the cost
of healing deficits

But
successful greenest healers
win by counting costs
yet not worrying too conflicted much
about how we will cooperatively...

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When we were young, we'd freely roam
While supervision stayed at home.
We played the seasons' major sports
On vacant lots and playground courts.

No tryouts or permission slips.
No...

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Yet another dismal day, there are no children here to play;
Are they at home is it a holiday; 
No children laughing, playing s winging;
And on...

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I chased Leela Kilpatrick as a game
She turned around and kicked me with no shame
To mama that day
I just had to say
I thought she tried...

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Playground games;
Children gambol
in the sun....

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My sweet childhood






Oh this classroom of August,
Oh the heat and humidity,
Oh the teacher still taking lessons,
Oh such thick book and a long lesson,
Oh nothing going...

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