Littles Poems

The stands of maize

Stepping into one hundred degrees of morning haze
Wanting the sun to burn it all down in a fiery raze
'Til all the corn stalks are set to a glowing blaze
Then, rains can come across the plains; turning it to a syrupy glaze
Oh, how I loved these humidity infused summer days
They take me back to youth waking early; to enjoy my plays
I missed the first half of my life; when time seemed to have these endless ways
For adulting means its time to teach my littles how to navigate the craze
Also, to savor the moments 'til their fate reaches this phase
Who knew parenting was just guiding mice through the stands of maize?

The Littles

Little thoughts and notes we write 
A wish good morning, a kiss goodnight 
Between us two, no one can see
Nor can by anyone perceive
Don't ever feel you have to say
Or put your heart out on display
To me, I'll love you anyway
Someday we will, someday, someday

Go

Seems like the spiders are playing a game
Wherever I go, there the littles are
Some are different, but most are the same
I watch them dance, like a shimmering star
Sometimes they are very close, not so far
Of my mood, I may go get a broomstick
And to their demise, I will make it quick
Though other times I may just let them go
Healthy on their way, not injured or sick
A game of life, hard to really know

Friday, November 5, 2021
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Figures

One plus one equals two

Let's  dance to the tune of figures
Boy! Plus - a game of the Littles
Shall we strike the ball of tímes then?

Times! 
An event that adds up, you'll say.
Nay - times will for sure blossom our pockets.
Biko kwanu, stop them.
Reach out to the masters and bless their loins.

Nevertheless, times won't time us again.
Until then. Adds plus times -
Figures of the gods!

Come Outta My Head

Why don't you come outta my head and hug me?
Kiss me and say that you miss me?
Whenever I cry
Feel your presence besides
And just come to realise
Its just a dream with open eyes

I want you to tell me
Even you want to hold me
And never make me chase
(You'll choose me)
Over every one else
Together, we're a mess
Like entangled littles dress
But it still feels like home
(Without you)
My lifes monsoon with no Strom

You're absense just kills me !
Im just a void and you Fill me !
Why don't you?
Just
Come out of my headd?
And prove right
Everything i said
Would you?
Baby !

Littles

The Littles in their cute mobiles 

 
all talk a little bit and play
they chat and pass the day away
 
but deep inside they can not hide
they often have a lot to say
their lives, their jobs
their sometimes baby bobs
 
the way that age can go away
the regulars and all the newbs
decide what is their life to choose
 
but come back for the translation:
 
Small boobs in their cute mobile phones
 
They all speak little and play
They chat and give the day
 
But in depth they can not hide
Often they have a lot to tell
Their lives and jobs
Sometimes their baby pop
 
The way this tooth can disappear
Regulars and all newbs
Decide what their lives are to choose
 
Another:
 
Comfortable, small wipes on mobile phones
 
They all talk and play
They will pass the day and pass the day.
 
But they can not hide in the cliffs
They usually talk a lot
Their life and work
Sometimes male babies come out.
 
This tooth may be lost
Standard and all new ones
Decide what you want to live!

Mama's Skirt

Mama's skirt was pulled
At the helm by the slightest finger:
The grip was fooled:
For the tip of the shortest lingered.

Mama had waved this off,
And the gentle breeze commemorate her action-
'thout looking back, harder she waved her skirt off,
And their was the birth of a commotion:

The owner of the finger was
Lifted beyond the earth,dashing
Her back at the fiery cooking pot at force:
Then mama looked back- twas her littlest grand daughter burning.

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 Observe well
       before take action.
 Good deed we tell
      by their actions.
    18:04:01:22:26

Commentary:
   The poem opens on a little finger holding mama's skirt,perhaps because of joy. But the woman would not look back but flung the skirt and little finger looses the grip and was at the cooking pot crashing. She turns back to see her beautiful littles grand daughter burning. It's a moral of: Observe well before taking action.

Born To Litter

Is it only coincidental
that pigs have litters
and those who carelessly litter
are Earth-trashing pigs?

Not pigs, dear;
people.
Just not mindful people,
without mature eco-consciousness,
with militaristic habits
of throwing paper and plastic and metallic missiles
out onto our EarthMother Commons,
for all to see and smell and feel badly about,
to suffer tragic loss and deep sorrow.

Like pigs, right?

Well, I suppose
a pig would not distinguish
between ego- and eco-consciousness.
But why would you stigmatize pigs
as opposed to other quasi-domesticated animals
like horses or cows
or sheep
or chicken littles
not the least worried that the climate is failing?

Because those you mentioned don't have litters.

Yes, but dogs and cats might have litters

Yes,
and you know how much fighting fun it is 
to step in their stinky pooh.

I see your point.
Yet still I feel
this must remain a coincidence
of LeftBrain labeling language.

Castle of Flowers a Collaboration With Ian Jones

Another day of crazy heat
Sweat flowing, lethargy creeping
Shimmering images rise up from the street
I grab my towel, no time for sleeping

Singing giggles
Of colourful tickles
Endearing children castles

What is that joyous sound from the pool?
I eagerly peer from behind a tree trunk tall
A writhing castle of children playing, I feel such a fool
As I hide and I smile and I watch them all

The dancing littles
The heart sizzles
With love whistles

Pure joy rises as turrets of arms and legs
With trumpet calls of shrieks and laughs
The castellations of bobbing heads
And a draw bridge lowers as one falls off

The mind drizzles
The mite bubbles
Free young stars, pure bundles

The bright Spring flowers of our tomorrow
Splashing and laughing with no pretences
The love generated by them, no room for sorrow
This Castle of Flowers with fun time defences

Such innocent windows
Of future heroes
Kingdoms blooming for tomorrows

Chickens

brrk brrk brrk
buc buc buc burk
nice chicken,

buc buc buc
brk brK BURKuRK
Mean CHICKEN!

The littles pet my mouth
as I say the brrks
Recoiling with delight 
when mean chicken 
gives them fright.

Blissful Moments

Flashes of bliss
My littles soul bless. 
Allowing my cheeks a blush
And my heart a rush.

Letting go of sorrow 
And accepting a blissful morrow.
Drying up my tears,
Casting away my cares.

Flashes of bliss,
Showers of happiness,
Torrents of bleessedness,
Moments of bliss.

Now and forevermore,
Bliss shall my soul bless.

Shooting Stars

This night I am sad.
My eyes gaze the gathering galaxy
Seated upon the sky spread
Selfishly seek a shooting star.

I seek it so bad
Such sight my thought asking
My tea cold beside a frigid bread
I moan on the mowed green grass.

I love stars
Shooting star much more
Sparkling sparkles, glittering glitters
A little mighty awe
Twinkling littles lively and true.

For a good night rest
I need it  bid me... 
And at my voice crest
I started humming

For this nightly night,
Echoes of darkness
A shooting
Star.

Compassionate Tears and Protective Arms

For Mothers
 The Taveta Golden weaver treats her littles so dear
warms her nest as she's always there.
Even when in distant search for a meal
her protective covering; she ensures they wear
so as to be absolute; she's always near.

Her compassion; she invests in me
with each and every tear
which has an unbelievable healing power
resurrecting me and making my problems mere.

Despite facing the Lion's Den in fear
unhurt; we pass through such furnace year after year
and even though considered the most fragile and delicate
the weight she carries, no one can bear.

I'm tossed all around from rock to humous
and trapped in the abyss of termination
as the Demon of death valley makes my end so clear
with no hope, I curse and swear
ready to face the worse,
with horrifying sounds of disaster I hear,
but guess what! My Mama appears.

She's a priceless godess not renowned
nuturing me to be the best in town
her protective arms; my invaluable crown.
Despite sometimes giving her reasons to frown
and embarrassing her like an annoying clown
she's still ready to lay her life down
making me sail through in safety
in the expense of her drown.

Heart

I ain't trying to be famous or rich.
I just wanna stay with my future wife and show my kids that love still exist.
When I say I do, I'm going to mean it
And show her that I'm hundred percent in it.
Illusion I might be seeing
And I might be dreaming.
Spending your life with love ones 
And seeing the littles ones grow is life's real meaning.
I'm just telling y'all how I'm feeling-Mario Perez

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Coach

Loves fanatic sports.
Games littles coach.
Short esquire ethic.

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