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words come to me in batches
for days they will include witches, goblins and jack-o-lanterns
like obsessions, they include spell books, brooms, bats and ghosts
in an abrupt about face
they change alliteratively into dogs doing daring deeds daily.
wild wildebeests wishing we were wayfaring wanderers.
prancing princesses providing presents proving professorships.
I do not control them, they are in charge of me.
today’s words were in my head before I got out of bed.
I heard the last two lines of a poem I had been creating in my sleep.
not unusual unfortunately.
What is unusual is if I remember them.
words can be playful, joyful, happy, friendly and kind.
this is when I am concentrating on poems for children
I do not think you can be too optimistic for them.
when they turn dark, gloomy and morose, I am shocked.
these are not my words, I think. Who am I channeling?
Poe? Coleridge? a serial killer?
words set the stage for my daily life.
their ambiance creates my mood.
I have no idea where they originate.
But they end up on a typed page.
late November air,
crisp
pale with the steamy breath of borderless joy
for children who sit curbside
bundled in the bulk of layers softening cold
children (mitten heavy)
waiting
waiting
for a parade of mother goose, hand-stand clowns
fairy tale floats
and glitter princesses glassy
as if stars shivered into pieces
children, free of complications
their rosy palettes of cheeky faces
their laughter scribbled like graffiti on walls
unknowing of the bloody passion that shakes the walls
of peace
children,
resistant to the frost,
shift
with each marching band in praise of winter's pull
like pumped fists in the air
halting (briefly) endless clips of time
for children with vantage points to catch the reindeer tow
of Santa
with festive thoughts that scurry like mice in a maze
passing parade
holiday hardy
a glitzy show that snaps bare trees to attention
like watchers
to mimic the sassy steps of elves rotating
in a world crying, seeking magic
pitter-patter propelled
like children's kite-high wishing
Once upon a time there was a kitten with no name,
in the beginning his mother took care of him;
but one morning she was not there,
so, the kitten with no name went searching.
His little paws took him deep into a forest,
it seemed to be a land far far away;
he cried mew, mew, mew, MEEEW,
then, curled up under a tree and fell asleep.
In the morning he was woken up by talking,
it was the tree that was speaking to him;
you must be lost but I will help you because,
I am a magical forest tree!
The kitten looked up high at the tall tree,
it seemed the tree bent down and touched him;
with his leaves and it felt so nice that kitten
went pur, pur, pur, pur, pur, PUURR.
Kitten you cannot stay in this forest,
their are villains like animals lurking about;
who would like to eat a little kitten,
I am calling the magical singing birds to help.
They will lead you out of this forest,
so, the kitten with no name followed the birds;
they kept singing to him and he felt happy,
because he had friends to help him!
Soon, they came to the edge of the forest,
where a pretty house was built among the trees;
the birds said, good luck and kitten marched on,
until he found himself in a lush beautiful garden.
The kitten was wandering the garden when,
all of a sudden a little girl picked him up;
oh, sweet, sweet kitty are you lost,
and she shouted, mother, mother, MOTHER!
Mother came running and said what is wrong,
look mother a lost kitten can we keep him;
of course, and soon the kitten with no name,
was lapping up warm milk in a cozy kitchen.
He needs a name, lets call him Magic,
because its magic that he survived on his own;
so, the kitten with no name has a name now,
and a home with a sweet little girl and a MOTHER.
And they lived happily ever after !
The End.
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April 01, 2023
Poetry/Narrative/The Lost Kitten
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1536-551-01
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Write A Sweet Fairytale
For Children With A Good Outcome Ending,
sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 05/06/2023
Second Place
Blue sky has an array of loyalty to Thy paints
which loose my eyes closed for a remark
out of the lost marks in memory of saints
whose feint sins shine through graceful spark
plugged to the sizzling hour so just
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
Red sky is a zone of bloody shepherds
who are keeping up fights to save their sheep
without any form of fear in obsession of leopards
in a wide dreamland with opened eyes in sleep
actions of who are fair though defensively seem unjust
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
Starless sky is a grown merry hour for children
sitting round around grey and hairy words
under the lonely moonshine of fearless den
listening to the different sounds of the distant birds
reputation and humanity are built in this chain
with so many values and heritage to gain
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
Dim stars sky keeps love bleeding in pure aroma
of gentle skin in romance with soft blowing digits
colors and light are often static in coma
within unconsciousness of no class between midgets
for no one is head or the boss in charge to control
the breeze determining at a time bearing of each soul
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
Dear Santa: Hello to you, Mrs. Claus and all the elves.
I hope there are lots of toys for children upon your shelves.
As you can see, my list doesn't include a lot of toys this year.
I'd rather share with others my love and Christmas cheer.
I'd really like a bike, some books and maybe a game or two,
But if others are needy, take care of them - I'll leave that up to you.
The only thing I really want is my Grandpa, you see.
He died last September - can you bring him back to me?
At our Christmas table this year there'll be an empty chair.
My daddy is in the war - bring him home Santa is my prayer.
Be sure to visit all the mommies and daddies over there.
Hug each one of them for me and let them know I care.
You'll find some pennies from my piggy bank on the table.
It isn't much but I saved as many as I was able.
Maybe you can use them to lend a helping hand,
To buy food for hungry children in some faraway land.
Look on the table for your snack of soda, salami and cheese.
Leave something nice under the tree for my mommy please.
Merry Christmas and have a safe trip. Your good friend, Billy Joe.
PS: If you want you can use our phone to order a pizza to go.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for Second Place in PD's "Your Best Holiday Poem" Contest - Nov 2011
Have you ever heard of the bird that wouldn’t fly?
This gray bird would just sit atop a tree branch
and sing. The sounds were very sweet and delicate.
Other birds would stop and sit along the trees to listen.
Who is that strange bird they would ask? Wonder where it came from? The musical sounds have not been heard this part of the country. Perhaps he came from foreign lands.
That plain gray bird would sit and sing so many different songs and he just wouldn’t fly away. It seemed as
If he was waiting for someone or something. He often lower
his head to look at the house below as if waiting for something to happen.
Summer came and went but the plain gray bird continued to sing his magical songs. And when Nature turned to Winter,
cold winds and freezing snow covered the plain gray bird. Yet he continued to warble louder than before.
Shivering and cold the bird just sit and continued his tunes. All the other birds had left for other parts of the world to get away from the winter storms.
When Spring arrived at last, all the other birds returned. And once again they heard the plain gray bird’s songs.
A door opened from the house below the trees
and a little girl came out and stood on the porch.
She had been very very sick and the doctors couldn’t
help her. Every time she felt like giving up, she would hear that plain bird’s songs and she would listen to the magical sounds and her heart would beat stronger. At last she was cured from her illness.
The plain gray bird saw the little girl and flew down and landed on the porch rail. There It sang all his enchanting songs. You see, this little bird knew the girl was very sick and he wanted her to get well.
Seeing she was once again herself, it flew away to have others hear his healing music.
The tunes were from the mockingbird. If you are ever in your garden in the morning, listen and perhaps you will hear sounds from many birds. If you see a small gray bird singing, you can be sure its the mockingbird striving to please you with his melodious tunes.
End.
A Fairy Tale For Children contest Sponsored by Eve Roper
January 28,2019
Jingle, jingle... jingle
As we emptied our piggy-banks
Hoping we saved up twenty five cents
Every Saturday afternoon, we would excitedly wait
Twelve O'clock sharp the bells would ring
Screen doors flew open when we heard them
The kids in the neighborhood...
Immediately stopped doing whatever they were doing
Whether the boys were flipping baseball cards or shooting marbles
Or the girls were playing Hop-Scotch or dressing Barbie dolls
We all ran to the corner of Craig street at noon
"All Aboard" yelled the fire chief
"Drop your quarters in the box and have a seat
Don't worry folks, this old jalopy runs well"
He was referring to the little red fire truck
It was rebuilt and custom made just for children to ride in
We cruised the back streets with our hands held high; screaming
'round every bend...we laughed
Tails wagged as dog's chased behind
Putt, putt... putt
"Ride over children, exist to the rear...
See you next weekend" the fire chief yelled
The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
7-22-2019
Rainbows
So many colors follow a rain
Beautiful shades of all colors
Children know of rainbows
Their eyes reflect their wonder
They know it is the home of fairies
Pots of gold left by their owners
So many things of a child's dream
Innocently they watch the skies
They beg their mommies and daddies
Asking to climb over that last hill
To take them to the end of the rainbow
It is a place of miracles
A place of imagination adults don't understand
Children have been watching rainbows forever
God made them for children to feel hope
To know that He loves them
To know that a scary storm has ended
Adults should look at rainbows with a child's eyes
Just accept its beauty
Realize that it is the homes of fairies
Take time to look for that pot of gold
Look through their eyes and see what children see
It is no longer a simple rainbow
It is a place of miracles
It is a place where you can find your imagination
It is happiness
There's nothing new for children.
The adults have done it all.
And now they've left for planet Mars
when all you do is crawl.
They raised you with their Google
and taught you of their hive.
They put you on their Facebook
and told you you were live.
They'll send for you at end of days
when you look to the skies.
That's why they left you Google Earth
and praying no one dies.
You'll call them on your iphone
when seas begin to rise.
You'll have to wait for voicemail
to leave your little cries.
You'll want to build a rocketship
to follow them to Mars.
And hope there's one recyclable
from thier abandoned cars.
Then when you've reached your newest home.
Their androids there to greet you.
They'll welcome home their little ones
and then you'll have to start new.
UPLIFTING LIFE
Life to love, life to enjoy, life to care
Life to lead with career and family.
Life is hardship raising up off springs.
Life to nurture, life to work, life to share.
Life is ground, act as spirited player.
Uplifting ambition on devotion
needs confidence, competence and diligence.
Life is hazardous, always be aware.
Life is a challenge progressing onward.
Notion of uplifting life demands victory
building props for children to access success
surpassing yours: That bliss is best reward.
05/28/19
'An Uplifting Feeling' Contest by Line Gauthier.