Pregnant with purpose poetic pause
Writer’s block is not a loss
Tiz diner delay in dinner display
Food for thought will come someday
Until then freewrite little bird
Let loose excite winged word
For your talent is too great
To let a little Lego block in the way
We are partly into an early Spring and the horses' struts with their
heads held up. White Palominos all, majestic beauties they'd be in the
heart of the little village passing by the central square where the market
is full of life of sellers and buyers, to gawkers and talkers as well.
Nearby is the marbled-tier water fountain brimming with fish life and just beyond is the village lake, also teeming with edible fishes unlike those inside of the fountain. Edges of Papyrus and tall Cypress grass and just touching the colorful water lilies. Ahh, they've just arrived and tied up the horses so they'd be secured, here on top of the hill that overlooks the tiny village but seemingly the town life seems to have come up onto the hill, now the hill is full of life.
Oh, I forgot, the village of 'Somerset' with its old charm, thick thatched rooftops with their upper windows of English Oak, post and doorways too. Peaches, Apples Banana trees. Daffodils, daisies, roses, pansies, gladiolas, and much much more. This is truly Spring, the other seasons will be along shortly. I am here, that's why the village is here. I wanted to come home to 'Somerset' and be buried here in the Spring.
Legos, on the floor
Each one interlocks with a variety of colors
Gamesome banter entertaining
Originative use
11/22/2023
Building with my Lego toys toys toys,
brings my hands such joys joys joys.
Red blocks, blue blocks, yellow too,
building gives my hands something to do.
Lego blocks shaped like a bird and a tree
other blocks put together and shaped like a bee.
Lego blocks collected in a red bin
Leave the bin on the table to play again.
He built a tower,
he stacked it high -
but couldn't climb it,
which made him cry.
She made a lorry,
but lost a wheel,
then bashed her brother -
oh, hear him squeal.
'I'm banning Lego,'
their Mummy said.
'I tripped and stumbled -
and banged my head.
Now go to bed!'
Jane and John with legos played.
They built a tiny city.
But along their big dog came.
Oh, my, it was a pity.
Their pet dog ran through the room.
Their city got knocked down.
They locked that dog out of their room
and built a brand new town!
Higher and higher,
brick by brick.
Snapped together
makes them stick.
Green on the bottom
then blue, then red.
Add one more block,
take it down instead.
Maybe a white one,
or maybe a black.
Who knows how high
I can make them stack?
When I am done,
I will let you know.
So, just let me play
with my Lego.
Lego in many fresh colours
they belong to my brothers
Hocus pocus, endless adventure
turning up the temperature
They love these building blocks
driven by imagination, create a red fox
There are no limits to what you can build
The Eiffel Tower probably 300 meters, so thrilled
The world's best playtime
... evening or daytime
Lego sets are now kept under lock and key at the big box stores
I realized why when I saw their exorbitant price tags
the cheap ones are sixty dollars
some are up to a hundred and eighty
after pressing a buzzer for help unlocking the case I walk away
because I do not know which ones my grandson already has
and I do not want to spend over a hundred dollars to disappoint him
There once was a young lad named Garrison
whose Lego skills had no comparison.
A few thousand more pieces?
Aptitude just increases:
in a flash, he’s outbuilding everyone.
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
With all of its interlocked pieces?
Mothers and fathers, grandparents and siblings,
And cousins and nephews and nieces.
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
All squared off, each piece has its place,
And when your work reaches achievement,
Sit back with a smile on your face.
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
So easy to knock it all down,
One moment the pieces resplendent,
The next broken making you frown.
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
Press hard if you need things to stay,
Hard work while you put it together,
But great times with it as you play.
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
With its colours of blue, white and red,
Or maybe I haven’t quite got it,
Life’s more like a jigsaw instead!
She was a lego queen.
A future engineer.
Building stealthily and smartly,
a quick minded girl.
Six-years-old, and swore her
parents would not buy her legos
because she is a girl.
I watched her build a house,
intelligently and quickly, smartly.
She is the only child I have seen
out of hundreds of children, builders
aged 8 and 9 even, who figured out
how to add the windows which I had been
told by many other children did not fit.
I reached for the phone after she
left, to call her mother, and ask if I might
buy her legos. The phone was disconnected,
not unexpected, just unsurprisingly still sad.
Robotics
Gears. Blocks.
Moving, building, impressing, sense of accomplishment
Intelligent, futuristic, privilege,
Robotics
One day, a talented lass or fellow,
a special one with face of yellow,
will find the piece of resistance,
from it's hiding refuge underground,
and with a noble army at the helm,
this MasterBuilder will thwart the kragle and save the realm,
and become the greatest, most interesting person of all times,
and it is true because it rhymes.
Mum..Why did you give me lego hair.?
To upstage my Alan Carr teeth
And stretch that grey nylon pinefore
Tight
To ridicule my chubby young knees
And why dear mummy
Was my elastic bands so tight
As they struggled around my chubs
Was Battleship grey
The fashion
Of socks those days..
Dear mummy
.
Me thinks not!
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