Long Child play Poems
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Expectedly it came and she knew it
Those sleepless and there were many of those
The rareness of bonding session with her ,my mother
The multitasking of motherhood
The goal had to be achieved at all cost
The determination that was displayed
The support that was given for a remarkable woman
The days, months ,years of hard work finally paid off
The honouring of a family name
And she had done exactly that
We had planned it well to the last detail
So many things to do and so little time
It was a surprise all right
My big sister Ruth had to come down from Cape Town
Who else was going to execute this plan, if she is not here
And besides it was her speciality
We had to thread carefully, no loop holes were allowed
To be discreet was the middle word
To be thankful was part of her nature, my mother
And she deserved exactly that
The creativity was in the atmosphere
As the decorations were awesome
Yeah, it was no child play
The smell from the kitchen, made the mouth watering
Left the tummy to make funny noises
The ladies had done a great job
Yep, the champagne and the wine, all the goodies
The weather was just a blessing
And the outfit was a show stopper
Yep, the guests were amazing
In their academic wear, I tell you
Yes, the family had arrived
In their best behaviour, hilarious was the norm for the day
Her close friends,
Whom she had walked with on this journey
Her mother, she was just speechless
Her only husband, he was just too proud of her
And we all knew that
She will be thankful
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I am an elder and I am a dragon.
Therefore I am an elder dragon.
You may bow, kneel or plead before me.
And I will respect you if you will respect me.
I fell to this planet from the far further space.
And have been witness to all-time in this space.
Unfortunately I have not written any books.
But my words carry more weight than books.
Ask me a SIMPLE question.
And I will get you many answers to your question.
Humans will still reason and request a simple answer.
Answers from bottom left, to top, to bottom right.to left, to right are all answers.
You will then ask what is wisdom.
Combining lessons of past, experiences of current and imaginations of future is wisdom.
You feel off kilter when visiting me.
But I am in my element when shrouded by my winged me.
You should not let your child play with fire.
Yet your child asks me where is my fire.
Come inside my cave to view the stag leg might.
But you might end up feeling my might.
If you are content, step back into the light.
But I will not join you as I am afraid of the light.
I don't know how it happened
I tried to fight it
It was too powerful to resist
So sudden to even think of it
I felt the force
That was so powerful
My feet dragged
Unintentionally your lips smoothened
So sorry if you feel harassed
It was not on purpose
But I should admit it was so warm
I hope you felt it too
Did you feel the pulse -heartstrings?
Did you look into my eyes -the stories?
Did you feel the warmth -a kindled fire?
You think it's a child play -no frolic game
Step forward and close your eyes
It is a sign of yes
Lean forward I can't let you down
In these arms, can't you feel at home?
Eight Mile Rhyme Bubble Bath Battle
You want to love me don’t you
Why won’t you
My words will soak into you just like I told you
Do you feel my flow?
I’m soft rhyming iridescent sultry slow
I’ll drown you with the sensual letters I know
Feel that bubbling inside of you grow
I love that red glow
you try not to let your pleasure show
even though I can feel you vibrate from head to toe
I’ll listen to what you say
But responding is child play
Your words are duller than bath water grey
Me, I shape shift like kneaded clay
slip slide inside of you every way
Baby try to rapid repeat like me
let that passionate prose spray
Bubble bounce onto me
Slinky Ricky Rhyme Time’s here to stay
I’m domesticated wild
in the groove dialed
No one’s more intricately freestyled
pushing up against surfaces travertine tiled
Screams overtaking the radio dial
I’ll be far down below near 8 mile
This white rapper is never tongue tied
Sit back and enjoy it for a while
As my textured tongue
dexterity is applied
That smell you’re smelling
That isn’t burnt toast
That’s you having a stroke
It’s not terminal you’re not going to croak
I’m the elixir for things that used to be broke
But them lame words you’ve got
All of them dissipate like smoke
They tickle a bit in my throat
but not enough to cause me to choke
I’m relaxing in this word bath
climatically enjoying my soak
rightly writing every pen stroke
Woman get yourself into my tub
I’m not just playing “Rub a Dub Dub”
What I’ve got is too big to tug
My vocabulary is a drain swirling tornado
much more potent than any drug
Out from under you I won’t pull the rug
Although my ego is supersized
I ‘m not smug
when the word play is over
I’ll comfort you with a towel and a hug!
A Better Production
Broad way’s wayward journey fares well this coming year
The program a blank sheet but for turning tides to and fro
a logo free to script amend and cherish from the straight
and narrow swishing crested waves yet full of hope and love
Protagonists cascades and whirl pools anticipation riptides
An epic voyage or child play in the eye of any maker taker
shaker with a pinch of ocean salt’s undercurrent backdraught
Overcoming slipstreams avoiding snarling sharks and razor
sharpened corals if the sailor’s leaking boat licked wounds
An adaptation of the drama might well play high up as a
mountaineering feasting feat because prescribed performances
dislodge from poet’s fingers getting out of seaman’s hands
‘Slip freely’ says the dolphin ‘the flow and surge are broad for sure
Take these oars and rudder the mountain goat explores no less’
By Paris Thulare
I am the reflection of my own shadow,
The one behind the existence of barrows .
I am the daughter with pride ,
I am the son at the top of a river nile .
She gave me the chance ,
yet I breathe and yes I believe ,
Because she choose not to abort when she was caught at lion's gate .
She chose not to leave me in a corpse's cage .
She gave me a chance to live .
Who would have thought i could say words in such ?
Who would have thought that my wrist needs a watch ?
But Mother gave me her all .
She wrapped me up when the sun ran hot ,
She lifted up me when the grass was Grey ,
That was when lions wanted to prey .
Nine months isn't a child play ,
But momma made me see the day .
She is the reason why I see this sun until dawn ,
I read book of different pages .
I stumble on top of different shapes ,
Because i've been given the chance to live .
Thank you MOOMMA for the life you gave me.
Thank you Mdali for not abandoning me .
I'm on my way up ,
Sooner you will be proud .
no child play involved
wipe your tears stand up tall
become STOIC; keeps you emotionally stable
walk with PRIDE; judge what don't compare
be EGOTISTICAL; don't care for anyone
think BUSINESS; profit off every thing
dress for SUCCESS; look valuable
keep a good STATUS; become desirable
have STYLE; expensive labels only
savoir your FINANCES; safeguard with vaults, gold, policies
lead with CONTROL; dominate no matter what
be SELFISH; crumb your wife, splurge with a mistress
have fantasy INDULGENCE; feed your appetite of pleasures
stay DECISIVE; wrong choice lose money
always PRIORITZE; money, pleasures, family
have dark DESIRES; harass and stalk who you can't have
be NON-MONOGAMUS; create a polyamorous way of living
Stay HAPPY; control, harm, and hinder
Child Play
‘Where is your Daddy, Daddy?’
‘On the moon, how do he get there?’
‘You say with the ladder, he good, sleep, dream, he play?’
Long pause,……………..serious face,……………decisive silence!!!
‘Sleep good, play is better and ladder,…I want more bricks’.
‘Red Lego please, red no sleep, red play with moon, Daddy’.
3rd July 2017 written for contest 'Thoughts of 3 year olds'
Meant to be couplet. Well, many 3 year old may not be able to initiate rhyme that well. And can they always count to 2? So this is a couplet and it rhymes, to the best of a 3 year old child's ability...
rain comes rain
rain wets my pain,
wets my dust of gain,
cleans my walking lane,
find I inside a path of sane
rain comes on empty green fields
cows, calves, goats run away dancing
rain comes and wets nature
dogs, cocks, hens move on my doorway
sparrow, tailor birds soaked in the grove
flapping wings and feathers seek warm
rain comes and wets coconuts and betel-nuts trees
raindrops fall as trees tears
rain comes on the poorly pond
fishes are playing hide and seek around
kingfisher waits to make a dish of fish
in food natures allow- no bond
rain comes on paths, quay, field
a passerby walks with an umbrella
ship discharges goods
soaking child play mirthfully
rain comes on little boys and girls of the village
they use banana leaves on the head like an umbrella
rain comes on the desert
quenches its thirsty heart
rain comes around us
venomous, non-venomous snake crawls on frog liberally
earthworms cultivate soft field gamely
rain comes, water plays its rule over all
urban drains are full of naughty- garbage water
urbane street and footpath flooding
skyscraper building floating on immobile stinky water
rain comes unsurprisingly
cholera, diarrhea touches neighbor slum child
rain comes, roaring flood attacks terribly
dead crows, cows, dogs, mice in the urban dustbin
rain comes, soggy feelings on my sight
I do not find my pet cat and tame dog
rain comes, flooding, around my flooding
the street tong tea stall flooded away
supplying daily foods-goods are short
the tariff rate is high
rain comes with a price hike
rain comes but the doctor does not come
water cause patient increases day by day
rain comes with snow coolness
cough harasses beloved voice
I'm not hearing a welcome song of rain
rain comes and I come-
by the right eye, I see elated life of around nature
by the left eye, I see gloomy death is nature’s feature
-August 13, 2018 Chattogram
I believe the child in us wants to come out to play
in our own special way
where we can be cherished and loved
In such caring way
So let us pray that day comes our way soon
.
To many moons have passed us by
Since our hearts were stuck on high
It seems like we were just getting started
When we found ourselves saying goodbye
As hard as I try to get by
without you, by my side,
I still, keep coming up with why
.
The harder I try to let it fly
The more it just makes me want to cry
I'm not one to pry or ask why
I'm the kind of guy who is going to play it wise
Oh, my Lord to my surprise as I open my eyes
Our day is here neither one of us needs to fear
As long as we keep our love in high gear
As it lights up our love year after year
We should enjoy the ride as it puts our life in stride
There is so much to come
As everything gets into a full glide
When our hearts will no doubt collide
When we come out on the other side
Our life will be filled with so much pride
Then the child inside of us
Will be released to come out to play
In our own special way today, and always I pray
Because soon you will be on your way to stay
So we can play every day in our own way