Kiddish
Visited a posh shop on soft toys
for little babies, girls, also boys,
too crowded with lots of noises.
Got enchanted to make best choice.
A dreadful tiger was walking free
to move its neck just ninety degree
even capable to climb a tree,
operated by strong battery.
Yellow patches boldly glittering
Deep dark black brown stripes brightly shining,
large eye balls glowing glistening,
short fluffy tail waving, wagging.
Chewing, grinding on movable jaw.
Forward and backward was throwing paw
Alternately hiding, showing claw.
Also broad frightful yawning I saw.
Sharp teeth, scarlet tongue, stuffed in soft foam,
It can snore, it can roar and can roam.
I developed cute kiddish syndrome
Tempted to buy and brought it at home.
Categories:
kiddish, appreciation, kid,
Form: Rhyme
“recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, live breezes blown..”
Quote by _ Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Child Performers
My father most strict!
Only one ultimate verdict:
“Read read and study.”
No fun, no entertainment.
In childhood me imprisoned.
I prayed to allow:
At least in school vacation.
To learn music-dance.
Prayer was not considered.
Oblivious refusal.
Me energetic.
Trained playmates by whimsy skill.
Enthusiasm!
Arranged Kiddish dance drama.
Stage show followed in Merry.
Summer vacation:
Enjoyed with all child artists.
My dynamic throw.
Succeeded to build a team.
The start of ‘ Child Performers’.
10/19/22
Writing Challenge : Past Memories T - series
Contest by Constance La France
Categories:
kiddish, 5th grade, allegory, appreciation,
Form: Tanka
O children how beautiful the sea
with its white foam clouds,
its turquoise blooms,
its kiddish push’n pull,
its whirlpool, its briny drink…
salt like liquor — be careful of
where the sun beats you red.
…the brothel of the sea
don’t look for its meaning
…just mind me - stay away from
sirens and ethereal rocks.
O children take your pails
build your fairy castles,
fill your moats, until
it gets dark…when crabs
cut loose from the sand
and gigantic jaws comb the surf.
take your boats in hand,
wear your orange vest
in daylight, where the blue
kicks your boat playfully,
and like a friend, the waves shake
the hands of your oars.
be wary of shadows prevailing
upon the tendril waves, creeping,
daring to persuade you out
…just a little further…turns you about -
stows away the bread and buttery sun.
Sleep soundly in your cave,
under your sea-scented quilt.
remember mama always told you
…don’t turn your back on the deep.
3/4/2022
Categories:
kiddish, imagery, sea,
Form: Free verse
No one will truly know
what it's like to be me.
what it's like to be a slave,
a slave to your own mind.
My words are gibberish,
and my thoughts are "kiddish"
for this everyone thinks you need to be fixed.
I am so sorry to inform you
there's no tool you can find
that can fix me.
Categories:
kiddish, emotions,
Form: Free verse
From my bedroom window I see daily
Black berry tree swaying in wind.
I wait for April to come eagerly
For then the tree would be laden with flowers
They become green fruits
then slowly change colours
soon they are ripe and ready
I watch with wonder mother nature
Giving birth to fruits and their growth
It fills me with great joy
I try to touch the fruits
They are far although they seem near
I wish they would grow big enough to come inside my window
Then I would pluck ripe black berries straight from tree and eat
Oh! What joy it would bestow upon me
The very thought is exhilarating
Fruits ripen and fall in ground
I can't eat them, but down in market one vendor sells them
I daily buy fresh black berries from him
Back home I sit in a corner and relish them.
My family feels I am kiddish
I don't care
Till I die I will wait for April and watch black berries grow
I will eat them with same relish
Why pretend to grow when you are kid at heart!
17.04.2021
Inspired by:
April poetry contest by Regina McIntosh
Categories:
kiddish, april,
Form: Free verse
The crickets
In perfect harmony with the frogs
Serenade Bachianas outside our window
Inspiring the candle to a seductive dance.
Tempted by the candle’s charm
Your hands shape into a bird
That flies to the flawless white ceiling
To join her shadow.
Your eyes, two stars
Brighten your lips
As your hands get more and more lost
In this Swan Lake.
I get lost in your kiddish smile
I welcome the blessings of your lips
Your hands gliding my body slowly
Landing on my hips
All I can see are the stars above me.
In this archetypal setting
Set by you and the universe
I surrender my body and soul
I become the host to your passions and desires
And you patent me.
Slowly,
Your silky white skin
Covers my body
And we become one under your heavenly mantle.
The river wants to join
She raises her voice
to announce her grand entrance
And with her wide motherly hands
She claims our bodies.
In her currents
We float throughout the night
Travelling in the rhythm of Bachianas
under the stars
Through fields of vanilla scented purple dahlias.
Categories:
kiddish, imagery,
Form: Free verse
First was sweet and innocent
Second was shy but arrogant
Third is smart and beautiful
Fourth is dumb and fool
Fifth used to act cool
Sixth is difficult to handle
Seventh is really sweet
Eighth play a smart game
Ninth is very kiddish
Tenth is my sister who takes care everynow and then
Then comes my Mom to hold my hand
Last but not the least, Dad always be my hero
Categories:
kiddish, anger, art, people,
Form: Free verse
Nakhamuna see shed, the loin in public
Cover your bed, don't let open
Nakhamuna be man, away from pubic
Nakhamuna young lad, make yours history
Your tongue drips gossip, that let for dress
Nakhamuna your wail, is just a mystery
Nakhamuna Nakhamuna keep, kiddish for the less
Nakhamuna young dad, Bridon calls dad
For yours a sarcastic, you wail he cries
Nakhamuna not mad, what went bad?
Nakhamuna feigns stoic, you’re out of boys
As now you're penned, Nakhamuna take charge
I think were you cut, long threw your lid
Incoming challenge accept, don’t just dodge
Nakhamuna now spit, a man full of weed
Categories:
kiddish, betrayal, care, confusion, culture,
Form: Didactic
Feelings “
.
When I dream , I dream about ,
What we dreamed together,
.
U didn’t have ambition,
U wanted to have someone who actually can ask u,
How are u my love?,
Ur many but little wishes.
Touches me to fulfill all,
Ur silent demands,
Ur calling me for a meet,
Deserve respect deserves greet,
.
Ur love looking,
Ur tasty cooking,
Ur head shake up for me,
Ur gentle make up for me,
U took my phito,
U took me in auto,
Ur smiling face,
Won the love race,
.
Ur kiddish nature,
Our different culture,
Ur long waits for me,
Ur goodness ur traits for me,
U changes me,
U turned me around,
Though I am with u,
But I am not bound,
.
For my thoughts,
U always agree,
U loved me deeply,
U set me free,
Our coffee mugs,
Our long deep hugs,
Tells me that u r my weakness,
U r my strength ,
.
I am open for all , I am shy for u__
.
Listen,
.
My love will never die for u”
.
-Anik.
Categories:
kiddish, beauty, crush, cute love,
Form: Rhyme
Wisdom tree is broken down,
From the peak of hand in hands,it can't be replaced,
When condition got worse,
No leaves were found on its branch,
Thinking I would survive through jungle of attention,
Its remedy was an illussion,
Appeared as realist in blue jeans,
Walking on pavements linked to everlands,
I had no alternative than to jump for declining ideas,
Unfortunately,jungle of knowledge was putting on black mind,
My head was covered with helmet,
Craddle as kiddish ferret,
And my eyes seeing through a goggle,
Carnally,my thinking falcuty was going through ogle,
Making the glory fade away through the medium on my face,
Play of disrespect spat curses on my youthful days,
Ushered me into lessoned chambers in the brain,
Wisdom was nowhere to clean a stain,
After I became vintage for a while in vain.
Categories:
kiddish, absence,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Innocence has its travails of
Losing the true identity of
Being touchy versus being sensitive.
I ruined many beautiful moments
Forsook my joys to reel in entanglements
Of lively public bantering as being abusive
A mild joke was a jab of cold heartedness
Brooding for days over the other's rudeness
Undervaluing true love by being hyperreactive
I left old love for foreign shores
Not on basis of personal wars
But reasons much more elaborative
Long distances and free of heart
I downsized my kiddish touchiness as advert
My heart became ruminatively introspective
I realised no man could live up to his demeanour and heart
A reversal of attitude transformed me with better art
I pined for his undemanding nature, now so laudative
I returned with a list of do's and dont's in my small fist
Loaded with more love for my compulsive humorist
Being a little calmative, relationships become more attractive
April 22, 2016
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
Categories:
kiddish, care, love, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
KIDDISH
"Oh, My Dear Mom, I love you best.
I had a great fall, being careless,
as you left to go to market.
I was so scared and felt helpless."
"My Dear Son, I am so sorry"
"Oh, My Dear Mom, I love you best.
No tension, no need to worry."
"Have you cried Dear? I was absent."
"I was calm remaining silent.
If I would shout loud who could care?
Oh, My Dear Mom I love you best.
I was alone, you were not there."
"I know, you missed me, you cried.
My absence made you so upset."
"Not at all, I applied Band Aid.
Oh, My Dear Mom I love you best."
01/29/16
Second Place on Contest New or Old Poem Contest
by Eve Roper
Categories:
kiddish, child,
Form: Quatern
Couple
Adam bought clothes.
Delivered Eve.
Forbidden garments hastily identified.
Joking, leaning, kneeling, laughing.
Madam naked outrageous proceeded quiet rapid
Spouse tingled uncomfortable.
Vexed wife yawned zany.
Apple brought casually
Dashy Eve favored great husband in jungle.
Kiddish maiden needed outer portion quickly.
Rest share unshaped velvety white yummy
Zealous Adam bit carefully.
101 in Row-6 contest
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Categories:
kiddish, character, clothes, fruit, hilarious,
Form: ABC