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"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
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Ahhh, Spontaneity! How wonderful it is.
It separates adults from children more often than not.
It’s that magical quality which often seems to me
that some people in their older age simply have forgot!
Spontaneity . . . Maybe it’s the essence of authenticity
when you can be yourself and say exactly what you think.
Maturity can keep us from being much too blunt,
yet spontaneity can be subtle like a winsome wink.
Spontaneity . . .Imagine yourself when young.
How easily you laughed; how happily you simply played.
Sadly, it’s not that way for kids from homes of terror,
yet I hope that most of us recall impulsiveness we once displayed.
Did you hop onto your bike, riding anywhere without a care?
Did you ever jump into a pond where tadpoles swam -
trying to catch them while cupping them in your small hands?
Did you grab an apple off a neighbor’s tree, then have to scram?
Did you play with tiny cars or trucks, causing them to crash?
Did you pretend your doll was you and then converse
with your best friend’s dolly as if that doll were her?
Did you make up little plays you never did rehearse?
I did all those things and more. It was a different time.
I could run, play ball, and all through town I’d roam
with friends or siblings. How we laughed and had such fun.
It was not till darkness fell we even would go home.
Today kids have to be more careful, yet I see them play
showing imagination like when as a child I did.
Were you like me, and do you ever dream about today
those fascinating things that you dreamed of as a kid?
Unfortunately as adults, we have a lot of rules.
Rule are necessary, but we must not let
the rigidity of them replace the joy of having fun.
The inner child in all of us we must not forget.
Spontaneity . . . Reclaim what you may have lost.
Calm your mind; lighten up; laugh and smile more.
Embrace creative thinking; be as honest as you can.
The child inside of you is one you never should ignore!
Once upon a time there was a young girl,
who loved books where words would whirl, swirl and twirl.
It all began when she was just tiny,
just a baby and life was sunshiny.
Mommy would read books to her all the time,
did not understood but it was sublime.
Books about fluffy kitty cats and dogs.
about talking bears and even green frogs.
When she reached one year old she had tons- tons,
of books ... and of course some were her best ones.
She could not read but liked to carry one,
each morn' she would pick one book just for fun.
Books about the animals on the farm,
and animals at zoos that do no harm.
As she grew the books got a lot better,
she could read and even write a letter.
She had dreams of being a book writer,
for kids, poems, even a songwriter.
And she did in time so follow your dream,
just ride that magical golden sunbeam.
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February 28, 2023
Poetry/Couplet/The Book Lover
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1528-514-28
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Nursery Rhyme
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 03/03/2023
First Place
When very young, Easter had at least two meanings.
One meaning was for kids; the other for all mankind.
One meaning spoke to me about Easter Bonnies and about
eggs that we hide and seek to find. It spoke to me about
getting pretty new cloths to be worn on Easter Sunday.
The other meaning said that a good man was crucified.
They even called the day he was crucified 'Good Friday'.
It took me a while to understand what was good about it.
Since childhood, Easter has spoken to me in a myriad of ways.
And when she speaks, I am compelled to set up and listen.
Easter now speaks to me about Jews and Romans.
About a governor and a king who were once enemies but
became friends; both of whom could never be accused as
'fault finders'. About corrupted religious systems using
the Roman political system to do its dirty work. About
mobs, murders, and thieves. About cooked up charges and
kangaroo courts. About betrayal, money, jealousy, envy, pride,
power, and corruption. About forgiveness, mercy, and pardon.
It really amazes me how Easter speaks to me about a man
name Jesus who went to paradise and took a repentant thief
with him. About fearful and disloyal followers of Jesus who
later became fearless warriors for Christ and his cause.
Easter speaks to me about ...
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The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours weeds bring
an old game for kids as they dance and swing.
Small windmills in disguise, children spread seeds
giving Grandpa a cause for some dismay.
He is no grouch, fence conversation leads
to friendly talk of butterflies at play -
riddles about what nature does in May.
The kids amazed, watch squirrels building nests,
questions evolve about the birds and bees.
Gramps calls them varmints - Mother's Nature’s pests.
“Ask your folks”, he replies with cough and wheeze.
In naptime dreams, he aims a gun at trees.
Gramps takes a walk, golf umbrella hovers
for spring rains do not announce their coming.
A neighbor lady hobbles to cover.
Listen, his cane on her sidewalk - drumming,
sweet songs of spring love, two voices humming.
written May 7, 2014, edited on May 25, 2014
Words "can" get you killed these days, they can inflame primitive passions in prehistoric minds!
What's worse, if those words pose a threat to power, by the simple act of
speaking the truth, (even if you congregate a big enough crowd that will listen),
and(if that crowd gets too big for bigger eyes and ears), then bigger egos,
with power, will see you as a threat, therefore making you a bigger target!
Yep, you really got a be careful on what you say, to whom you say it to, and more importantly, where you say it at!
With all the surveillance cameras, microphones, and satellites monitoring everything you say, or do, or dream, poses a threat to all of them!
They control both your dreams and nightmares! And they're more interested
in making all your nightmares come true!
And if they don't, you can bet, that there is one of their minions, just itching
to scratch their itchy trigger finger!
And you thought your hopes, your dreams, and your words were yours?
Silly Rabbit, tricks aren't for kids anymore.
The big boys got 'em, and tricks are getting dirtier by the hour!
I feel like I can't get clean enough, after basking in the bile and bacteria bred
by the "Barbers of Fleet Street!" My skin chills to the bone!
So, be cautious of their cut, cuz all of your open chatter, really does matter!
Your words linger on a razor's edge, and that edge is sharp, it cuts deep,
and it cuts quick! But, it never cuts both ways, you can "bank" on that!
Thus, we're living in a time where it's prudent to self-censor your own speech!
Words themselves may not kill, but the minion with a gun in his hand...can!
And will "kill" you for what you say these days! Whether you speak of your
passions, your faith, or lately, your political point of view. Just because "their"
view has been skewed by the rude, by the crude, by the ones with a foul attitude, "We" are its victims, its pawns, its prisoners!
So...Good luck everybody!
And more importantly...watch your words!
FUNNY ALPHABETS FOR KIDS
A to Z, each is an alphabet
Twenty six letters in the set
Arits ate Apple, Almond, and Apricot
Brown Bread, Butter, Biscuit Bought.
Crate Contains Corn, Cucumber, Carrot, Coconut
Dates, Dumpling, Drumsticks, Doughnut
Elevator, Escalator Enabled Entry Exit Easy
Fine Fancy Frock Fits Fantastic Fairy.
Ground Growing Green Grass, Goat Grazing
Haunted House Horrible, Hound Howling.
Intelligent Investigator in Isolated Island
Jovial Jockey, Jubilant Joker Jocund
Kangaroo Knows Karate, Kite Kidnaps Kingfisher
Leopard Lifting Left Leg, Loud Laughter
Monkey Managed Molasses. Muffin, Melon
Nursemaid Needed Nice Nankeen not Nylon
Owl, Ostrich, Otter, Octopus, Oyster on Outing
Parrot, Parakeet Picking Pellets, Peacock Pecking
Quick, Quick ! Quiz Questionnaire query
Rushing Rhino, Running Rabbit, Rodent Rat Rivalry
Snake Scares Scorpion, Swan Sips Sour Soup
Turtle Tastes Tortilla, Tiger Trains Turkey – Troop
Unicorn Using Unusual Uniform, Urban Uncle Under Umbrella
Violet Vase, Velvet Veil, Vegetable Van, Vacant Villa
Wasp Waving Wings, While Wild Wolf Wanders
Xerox, Xenon, Xylophone, X-Ray, X’mas
Yellow Yolk, Yummy Yogurt, Yak Yawning
Zero-Zillion; Zoo: Zany Zebra Zinging
, 101 in A Row Contest - 7
by Poet Destroyer A
Before my mom left.I told myself.
I would never love again.I will
only love myself and fight for myself.
I felt like I didn't exist.
People was scared of me..They called
me a freak.
Tears down my eyes everyday.
My head down.Anger in my life was
shadowing over me.
It felt like anger was taking over me.
Loneiness got the best of me.
Nobody didn't understand me..I sit
in the corner and be quiet.
watching all the kids play..nobody didn't
want too play..
I say too god everynight,why did you bring
me here..
I hate this ludacriss world..why did you
bring me here.
All they do is care for themselves..not
me.Images as a kid crying,I ask myself
what am I.Am I a monster.
What is pain and what is it like...
what does it mean too have tears in your
eyes.
I don't understand,I acidently prick my finger.
a dot of blood comes out.
I look at my finger.blood,humm.
I smile,pain,pain sucks?
I said too god I want too leave this hateful
world.
I walk the path of a strae..Why should I listen
too people.I feel like they just plain hate me.
my heart was broken.
Its no easy for kids with seziures too live in this
world.
It feels like your losing everything.
I thought in my mind my mom was a shame of me
and hated me.
thats why she left,I was so mad when I grew up,
I said I'm going too get respect from all of you..
And people who destroyed my dreams,
I see mirrors everday..I see diffrent of me in the
mirrors.
all of them of me sad and when I was little crying..
I say,is this me..my eyes turn into tears..
Pain,why am I in soo much pain..I break the mirrors
and tears come down off my face.
I remember the words in my mind,I would never love
again.I would only love myself and fight for myself.
I smile to myself....
loneiness,is just words too me...should I walk away from
my loneiness?
Day to day..A piece of my soul disappears away from me.
I know I can't walk away from my loneiness..
Its so hard too walk away form it.Its apart of me.
I'm going crazy...why did you have too do this to me mom..
I wish you didn't do this too me.
Its nice for me too smile,but I can't...
But my words couldn't see its way through...and a heart beat
couldn't make it through.
It's true.. the girl I really wanted
Was someone more than good to me
She'd be known for all her kindness
To everyone that she would see
She'd encourage friends and family
Support dreams and fight for cause
Be just as beautiful from the inside
Never one to focus on others flaws
Oh, this world has too much drama
At the same time it's starved for love
So if together we're both not better
If we don't fit like a hand in glove
When God's children.. used as pawns
Break my heart and make me cry
But you're obliviously blinded by "selfies"
I think it's time for us to say goodbye
You've got to know when love is over
It's tough, but alone I'll carry on
When lover's souls are not in sync
The treasure of intimacy is gone
You can't live going through motions
I still believe in awe and serendipity
So I have hope for kids at the border
And out there, there's a "you" for me
~Lyric Man
Note: I wanted to make a strong statement about the issue of kids being separated from their parents at the border. I thought I might see if I could shape that in the context of a love relationship altered by this crisis.
Lately, I've heard many stories of teens
taking plunges into the pristine waters,
but some just sit chatting with their peers...
while someone is contemplating suicide with blank looks;
Billy was one of them, perhaps the wildest one...
he never listened to his parents, they worried for his son!
The chalk cliff over the Seaton Bay wilderness
is a favorite spot for kids who are disobedient and violent;
life means nothing to them, their curiousity is intense:
dying is a cool adventure, just to have their names in print!
I met billy's mother who mourned her loss hiding her rage,
" My youngest son was a darling! " and holding his picture
lots of tears fell on that tender, sweet and innocent image;
" I warned him to keep away, he thought I was insane! "
I returned the next day to write an article about
the dangers that these kids faced daily, by they still swimmed
and had forgotten that their friend had died hitting a fishing boat;
now, a sign reads, " No Swimming. " Will it be heeded?
The chalk cliff over the Seaton Bay wilderness reminds all of fright:
a grave for a teen who defied fear and ventured in perilous waters;
a candle vigil is held on the anniversary of Billy's death, candles and stars
flicker while eyes look up and hearts pray in the stillness of night!
Written on 8/29/2017
Mariah was quite the painter,
oil her favorite medium,
she didn’t do postmodern crap,
old masters showed how it was done.
She made her fame doing portraits,
liked to stream, and paint them online,
soon had half a million watchers
who all thought her work was divine.
She got prices most dreamed of,
“It’s masterwork,”her fans all said,
soon she adorned walls everywhere,
by the people was much wanted.
Benson was a research doctor,
and prions were his chosen field,
he sought chemicals to treat then,
he progressed, and got results real.
Now Benson was quite peculiar,
his social skills didn’t run deep,
if you didn’t know any better
you would swear the man was a creep.
But his research bought people years,
how many? It cannot be said.
Quirky and strange as Benson was,
his mind was very much wanted.
Niles was quite the proud father,
had three kids that he loved deeply,
saw to their needs, spent time with them,
made sure they never went hungry.
His job was not that amazing,
He didn’t look special at site,
but his kids grew strong and stable,
had a deep foundation for life.
He never found a hall of fame,
but his wife and daughters all said
the man was irreplaceable,
and would never live unwanted.
Odette’s voice was like an angel,
from the start she knew it a gift,
and she loved seeing the sweet looks
on people who got to hear it.
It amazed her such happiness
could be born by her innate tones,
Odette liked making folks happy,
the greatest fulfillment she’d known.
“I’ve never heard one quite like her,”
was what the jaded critics said,
she kept no light under a bucket,
and by countless souls was wanted.
But Mariah’s mom was sixteen,
didn’t want to ‘ruin her life,’
Benson’s mom had no time for kids,
just wanted to have fun at night.
Nile’s mom was having affairs,
and her marriage was much at risk,
Odette’s mother was forty-three,
had said, “No, I’m quite done with this.”
We never will know these people,
not even see names on a tomb,
their mothers found them inconvenient,
so they were butchered in the womb.
To such minds, they were not people,
from such minds it can truly be said:
You are not fully human unless
by someone else you are ‘wanted.’