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Not Just a Sand Box

In my backyard is my children's sand box 
With a lid to keep out contamination.
In it is the finest sand.
This is where my children use their imagination
To build make believe accommodations
They use a toy dump truck, grader, wheel loader, 
Excavator, bull dozer and the bridges they 
Built with their own hands.
In my backyard is my children's sand box
With a lid to keep out contamination.
My children are learning a vocation
To make a livelyhood on the mainland.
This is where my children use their imagination
Using a small shovel, sifter, measuring cups,
A couple of pails, bowls, pots and pans
Confectionaries such as mud pies, muffins,
Cakes, and cookies of all kinds gives a
Tantalization
Of what kind of sweet they can sell on a stand 
With out a name brand.
In my backyard is my children's sand box
With a lid to keep out contamination
Which could be a complication
If not taken care of first hand.
This is where my children use their imagination
So when their grown they'll get to add their
Own diversification
To crops, or business products for an operation
Where they could be the boss instead of the
Hired hand.
In my backyard is my children's sand box
With a lid to keep out contamination.
This is where my children use their imagination.


Premium Member Alphabet Of Symbolic People

Angelic, Axial, Animalistic, Anonymous 
Balanced, Bullish, Brave, Boorish
Caring, Cynical, Charismatic, Contradicting 
Daring, Doodling, Detached, Deep
Eccentric, Excavator, Engaged, Exorcising 
Fatherly,  Frantic, Fiendish, Faithful
Gamer, Gothic,  Gibberish,  Gentle
Heretic, Hippy, Horizontal, Hermit
Inspirational, Inquisitive, Impulsive, Interpreter
Jolly, Just, Jumper, Jack in the Beanstalk
Kindling, Kudosocial, Kinky, Karate zen
Loving, Lexical, Lavish, Lunar
Mysterious, Motherly, Musical, Mnemonic
Nurturing, Nibbling, Natural, Neanderthal 
Outgoing, Outsider, Onlooker, Orthopaedic 
Pious, Pepperish, Plastered, Porcelain
Quiet, Quixotic, Quester, Quicky
Repairman, Rider, Realistic, Remnant
Sweet, Sour, Single, Stamped
Truthful, Thinker, Tinker, Tumbler 
Undecided, Untitled, Universal, Unknown 
Vertical, Virgin, Vandal, Varsitarian 
Whimsical, Waiter, Worldly, Wordy
Xenophobic, X-men, Xylophonic, X-rated
Yuppy, Yummy, Y era, Yoyo
Zany, Zealous, Zippy, Zapped

Abysmal Phillippa

Operating on egos, heavy trust excavator 
Temptress trampled tendons, smooth massuese
Promised loyalty, gushing hasty behaviour
Brought men false hope of frail soul's spruce


In her rancid blood, infused through bone
Methods to tease displayed glitter gleam genuine
Blinded sociable victims, feelings on loan
Passed true hearts to her raw to be grilled in pain


Phillippa's diction wrapped wholly in self progess
Dripping honey hands rubbed despondent 
Caused fragile faith to cluster beneath her caress
Pleased moans drown clandestine wanton 


Balmy endearment seeped from lascivious tongue
Money fled cheerfully from them as echoes
Sweet sway, her silky serenade, systematically sung
Stifled sage judges amidst ravenous shadows




                       2020
                6th December 
           - sickness caresser - 


  Written for Contest 'Faith Healer' 
                     Sponsor:
           Kai Michael Neumann
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Weed Puller

I got me a puller;
it works pretty well.
Convincing the wife was
a bit of a sell.

It’s not for the garden;
works best in the woods.
A think of real beauty
once it’s understood.

For pulling up shrubs,
it’s a gardener’s delight.
Just open those jaws
and clamp them real tight.

Then you pull back the sticks
real easy and nice,
and it’s rare that you’ll need
to tug on it twice.

Now, pulling small trees
is not quite as quick
‘cuz the trunk sometimes snaps
if the roots are too thick.

But you just use those jaws
and scratch up the ground;
Those stubborn old roots
will be quick coming ‘round.

But my toy really shines
on an oversized tree.
When that sucker comes down,
I’m a-shoutin’ with glee.

You set up behind it,
dig the roots on both sides,
give a push from the back,
watch it go for a ride.

Some trees, you’ll encircle
to bust all the roots;
they’re strong and they’re tough
and they work in cahoots.

But persistence will get it;
there’s a lot it can do.
Turns out an excavator
is a weed puller too.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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