Impressionable Poems

Scummy Gummy Bears

"How about it daddy,"
show me the way,
how you roll that paper,
you make it slay.

"How about it daddy,"
you smell so funny,
is that the reason,
you look so crummy?

"How about it daddy,"
you sleep all day, 
you seem so grumpy,
I think you should pray.

"How about it daddy,"
Is it true what mommy say,
that you love smoking,
more than you love yahwey.

the Is have It

Impressionable immature imps imprint, improve, and improvise
Incorporating incredible indefatigable independence.
Infusing informed influential infallible infestation
Intensifying interception intermingling intimacy

That was Then, this is Now

Once, 
I saw rainbows, 
across the tear washed sky. 
Their iridescent gleam
illumining the astral realm 
and spilling down into the waters below. 
Buds burgeoning on every branch, 
Flowers opening their delicate folds, 
and summer bees spiraling around,
gathering nectar for frosty days.

Saw radiant smiles gleaming past,
angelic babes’ innocent face, 
Men toiling from dawn to dusk
going about their lives’ odyssey, 
Speeding vehicles moving down 
as ants, in an unbroken chain, 
Nature, posing from time to time
in silken green, amber gold
and in dazzling white	

Everything fleeted past,
as through the window
of a speeding train.
Neither did they linger long
nor were they daubed bright
in paints variegated,
on my mind's impressionable canvas
to call them back to mind at will.

I lived my life in acute haste.
Colors, shades and myriad scenes
passed me by as common sight

But now with a heavy mist blocking out my sight
and an inexorable darkness
covering me like a shroud, 
plunging me, all of a sudden, into a perpetual night
where sun beams never again shall fall,
I realize with a jolt, how much I have missed
and how much more I will miss!

Castles In The Air

Quote: Do you ever wonder why we build castles in the air?  Perhaps, it's to soften the blow of a harsh world that never seems to slide nor adjust to our individual expectations. 

Ever since I was a little girl the blooming fields 
and goldenrods of nature held me captive in a spell
Heartbeat moments of grace sifted through me 
at the most unexpected moments 
leaving transient gifts, in a playground full of magic !  
     
A young impressionable child was I, held captive 
by the Holiest of things here and far beyond ! 
***
I remember the Angels fanning their wings      
turning my weightless body into feathers   
in a field full of daisies and floating castles in the air. 
It was in a carousel ride full of flying horseys,  
then one day I asked the Angels to take me home,    
"Let go child " was all they said, and then they flew away 
leaving me sitting there, me and my childhood whirligig !

Sunflowers

From tiny seeds
you sprouted; Tender
green shoots, so new

and impressionable.
Shoots that I serenaded 
and watered with love,

albeit only on occasion.
Then, you had bright petals
blooming from your cheeks.

With every smile and
dash of sunlight,
you stretched and you grew.

You’re not quite complete yet;
there’s much more growth
ahead of you.

Though I’m no longer
by your sides
to see you progress, 

I know when every petal forms,
when another inch is
added to your height,

And when you reach
a new, important milestone
in your sunny lives.

From tiny seeds
you sprouted; now,
with every passing day

you bloom more, and
from the stable ground, I
look up and watch you grow.


For K.O.K and K.Y.K

Advertisers Know Us

we are impressionable at a young age, each male and miss
tv advertisements and magazine advertisers know this
they show us what to dream of, things we want to buy
experiment with our minds, so we have to do or die

I personally like chocolate candy the best of all the sweets
but after seeing this lifesaver ad, I feel without them I’m not complete
so I run to the store, and buy them and of course they are a delight
tv will probably decide what else I will dream about this October night

Avoiding Peer Pressure

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

Baby Brain

Sometimes I feel like my skull is still soft and impressionable 
And when I press my palms into my temples 
My head becomes long
Like the kid who just ate his first warhead 
I close my eyes and see the floor through the dancing shapes in my eyelids 
I want to escape to the darkness 
Where every moment feels like the relief after taking my hands off my head 
And I can’t quite see the shapes clearly but I can feel them 
Like warm shadows that shift around me 
It’s right because the wind moves the trees and the trees move the street lamp glow 
The shafts freckle the sidewalk 
And move gracefully

My Foolish Heart

Young an impressionable waits for you                              not knowing you would not be true                                  My days are long                                                            My nights are filled with tears



Not knowing you would not be true                                  I gave you all my love                                                    My nights are filled with tears                                          Holding my pillow as if it was you  



 I gave you all my love                                                    You chose to love another                                                Holding my pillow as if it was you                                    My foolish heart must go on  



Date Written:4/4/20222 

4/6/2022  Poem of the Day Winner

MY FOOLISH HEART Cash Prize Poetry Contest      
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS

Dory, My Star of Yesteryear

There I was in the 1970s
an impressionable sort of guy
then I learned about a lady
who when she sang I did sigh!

One of her albums just shook me
'we're children of coincidence
and Harpo Marx', where did he appear?
her music was filled with confidence

Ar that time of life, I was down
life didn't mean much these days
but Dory Previn was a voice of light
speaking to me what her music says

So many great tracks, I loved so much
'The Comedian', 'Wild Roses and 'I Wake Up Slow'
but 'How I Gonna Keep Myself Together'
inspired me to be able to musically grow

Of course who could forget the final song
the magical ' The Owl And The Pussycat'
sadly Dory passed away in 2012
thankfully her music lives on the fast track

(Dory Previn was my star of yesteryear, (1925-2012)
I just wanted to write about my favourite album. Why it is my favourite album, what a lot of special memories it holds, What feelings within me it still holds.)

'bless Your Heart'

“Bless your heart” slips drippingly off the southern lady's tongue
Is best when sincerely spoken to the very impressionable young.

You may think it is one of the nicest things that can to you be said
But beware, my friend--observe the gentle nodding of her head.

And do not mistake the often-bestowed sweet southern sentiment
By the dear old southern lady for a loving, heart-felt compliment.

She may be giving to you the most camouflaged of put-downs, true
You can walk away without realizing you have not the faintest clue.

written June 20, 2021

Sad Songs From Our Youth

Sad songs conjure up images of unrequited love
Way back when we were young and foolish,
When our immature emotions ruled our hearts
We were highly impressionable and easily swayed.

Way back when we were young and foolish
Our vulnerability was our worst internal enemy
We were highly impressionable and easily swayed
Remembering the aching heartbreak and bitterness.

Our vulnerability was our worst internal enemy
Settling in to expose our youth and eagerness
Remembering the aching heartbreak and bitterness
Making us reluctant to share our broken heart.

Settling in to expose our youth and eagerness
We sought the new love, all the while, still
Making us reluctant to share our broken heart
Careful not too quickly to expose the hurt.

We sought the new love, all the while, still
When our immature emotions ruled our hearts
Careful not too quickly to expose the hurt,
Sad songs conjure up images of unrequited love.

Written June 12, 2021
Submitted to "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 11"
Sponsored by Mark Toney

Nib In Hand

words written in graphite

eraser in hand but the pencil is sharp

traces leave their mark and point to the truth


ink from a deep fountain

smudged by a wandering quill

inches forward on paper thin canvass


invisible imprints

scripted from a fanciful mind

empties hesitation and impressionable doubts


stylo-graphed images

peruse fleeting sculptures

transcend illusions of permanence


an empty page

demands representation

ready to receive uncensored flow



01st March 2021

Mona Lisa's Paramour

A period of youthful vim ferments
as coruscating golden flecks in eyes 
that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise
to secrets in my breast to stir, foment.
The xanthous tresses that cascade torment. 
My eager and impressionable sighs
that echo every pirouette and pliés,
a fleeting intercession of lament.
A maverick when it comes to amour
and quintessentially a rakish cad.
Unrequited love longstanding rancour,
but finally become your paramour.
An enigmatic smile ever so sad;
your broken heart I gladly give succour.

Social Animals

What  if  they  played  and  no  one  came
To  actually  see  the  much  talked  about  game?
Football...basketball..track  and  field  too
They're  not  important, and  neither  is  school.

Let's  do  these  things  with  cameras  and  screens
Appropriate  viewing  for  impressionable  teens.
Don't  venture  out, just  stay  in  your  home.
You're  better  off  there, safe  and  alone.

But  kids  need  to  get  out  and  mingle  with  others.
While  we  may  look  different, we  all  are  our  brothers.
How  does  one  grow  if  you're  locked  in  a  room
Viewing  Grandma's  service  right  there  on  the  ZOOM?

        Jim  Hendrickson

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