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Some girls said they saw me on the eleven o'clock news
as I ran down a street wearing only socks and tennis shoes.
It was back in 1974 in the early spring.
So many of my friends were doing the same thing.
People must have been thinking I was a naked clown
when I swiftly scurried through the better side of town.
A few girls whistled as they saw my nudity.
I said to them: "Why don't you come and join me?"
Two of them showed me they had nothing to hide.
When they heard my words, they quickly complied.
They were both naked as jaybirds running by my side.
I felt brave, and kept my composure
until the police arrested me for indecent exposure.
The arresting police officer gave me a stern warning.
He said I had to appear before the judge in the morning.
The judge was lenient towards my naked foray.
She gave me a small twenty dollar fine to pay.
Mothers seem to get all the press
Dads seem to be forgotten
I know some of them are not much good
But I still think that’s a bit rotten.
Mothers can be bad as well
It won’t come as a surprise,
But remember if it wasn’t for your dad,
You wouldn’t be here to criticise.
Dads are good and they work hard
The money to bring in
Some bring up the children nowadays
As mums go to work and pitch in.
My dad is gone a long time now
I still miss his advice on living
He was a pain sometimes as well
But I can still forgive him.
He would love the new technology
The mobile phones and laptops
His Sinclair computer was magical then
He’s never heard of I pods.
Children rule the world today
And I really don’t think that’s good.
Look at all the mess they make
And I really don’t think they should.
A child today cannot be wrong
“Its parents faults” it’s that old song.
“It’s the way you bought them up
You shouldn’t be in that neighbourhood.”
But the child that rules this country place,
Could do with a good slap in the face.
His name gives clue it's Cameron
Because it rhymes with A moron.
Dads are great, and equal, they just don’t wear the dress
Let’s give all the dad’s out there, a much better press.
Dads should have equality in these new modern times
But we girls know what dads really want
We can read between the lines!!
Baby brother, your naughty smile entices
A chuckle ringing through the night,
While those eyes blue wink like stars
That I'm pretty sure , we are alike...
If Aunt Nora pinches those rosy cheeks
Yes, I'd whack her leg, she'll never know-
For now, you're saying, let's peek-a- boo
As moon face jiggles up and down,
Till Mama yelps, 'No, our babe might toot gas!'
And peachy feet, they would outgrow mine,
Then we’ll ride on airy coastlines
Sharing guy secrets and watching the girls--
Maybe, hug one or two in Dad's bike
That's what your laughter implies...
O you giggle, mouth without teeth yet;
Not to worry, I am sneaking yummy jello...
Eat that quick! It's all over your bald head
We'll make it look like soap bubbles--
As the hero, I'll tell our parents, the milk
Flushed through the crib...You agree, snickering,
Naughty brother, we have more pranks to go!
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my mother accused me of intentions I didn’t know were there
and punished me accordingly though I was unaware
I think she only understands what females say and do
boys would never think that way but she ain’t gotta clue
Boys don’t do the nasty things that little girls will do
boys confront up front and blunt and do not think it through
when men clash they fight the fight it’s physical abuse
but women will manipulate and spread a lie or two
Boys don’t play the mind games that my mother thought I did
so how can you respect her when she’s clearly quite stupid
when my father got involved he showed me he understands
and that relatability could only come out of a man
if you have never been a boy then you haven’t got a clue,
you might be a mum but being male was never you,
so never think your sons intentions match your point of view
you might accuse him of things boys would never do
And every time you do that he’ll think less of you
Girls in the 4th Grade
David J Walker
I remember being
Distracted in my 4th-grade class
By her perfectness
But then,
who really notices girls
In the 4th grade when
we were
Choosing up sides for a Kickball game
During recess
But
She was wearing a robin egg blue dress
And an embroidered white blouse
Anklet white socks turned down
Around her black & white
Saddle shoes
Her blonde hair was curled out
On the ends like those ads for perfect
Hair in ladies magazines
And
I wasn’t really showing off by kicking
The big red rubber ball all the way back
To the school wall at the end of the
Softball field
As I rounded the bases to home plate and
Too late looked up
She had already gone in
But then
Who really cares about Girls
In the 4th grade
Anyway
There have been many valentines since we met the summer of '70 and got married in the summer of '72. I'm sorry that I cannot begin to remember our
first one in 1971. I cannot say that I celebrated Valentine with anyone prior to meeting you. I suppose that it means that girls I became interested in became
uninteresting by valentine day. Or perhaps it was I or was it they who were hard to hold on to before I met you. Anyway, one thing's for certain is that
after meeting you, the pathway and all the doors to my heart for all others were henceforth closed. my restlessness, shallow words, and surface emotions
came to a dead-end when I noticed you sitting in a church pew. Since the sight of you, I've been on a one-way street with no detours. And now, for more than
45 years, that one-way street has not allowed for detours onto a side street nor even to take the ramp onto a freeway. Over the years I have observed
many road signs on that one-way street. The signs have been well placed along the roadway reminding me of the true meaning of our relationship. With
little to no explanation required I have been observing multiple and meaningful words since the day we were married. I have been arrested and
captivated by words like, 'Covenant', 'Commitment','Devotion', 'Trust', 'Unity', 'Faithfulness', 'Oneness', 'Forsaking all others', and many others; all of which
point me in the direction of you. These words have held deep meaning to me, and may I ever be subservient to them as we celebrate Valentine year after
year, and as I enjoy the love of you. I do so easily remember that this flaky heart of mine kept falling in and out of love until I finally met you.
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Ice cream and ices, ice cream and ices
Get your fudgywugies here is screamed
Heard clear emerging from the tunnels
Under the boardwalks promenade shadows
Loud and clear come good humor men in white
Ridiculous in their black shoes heavy like iron
Trudging through hot sand like mad men
Hunched over with the weight of Summer
Ready to huckster the kiddies for money
Already waiting with quarters in hand
Radios dial up Beatles for transistor sisters souls
Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band plays on
Over sounds of ocean spray and cozy blankets
The surface of the sun smiles on happy afternoons
Cones melt chocolate droplets on wet bathing suits
Blue lips of children, their bodies shiver, after a dip
They toss peanuts at pigeons who leave droppings
As presents after target practice then continue cooing
Colorful kites fly with the seagulls and dollars
Waved to entice those who come out from the shadows
Sun lotions and potions of peace and love sold at a price
Not always a bargain
Pretty tan girls in stunning string things
Left to the imagination as clothing
Dotted bikinis in yellows and pinks on parade
Follow life guards into the surf for protection
Held together by muscles and love
Not only tides wave good-bye to Summer
Mobsters wear concrete shoes for a dip
Smoke their last cigarette before “falling in”
Go for a swim with the fishies
Sink to the depths of the city
Often hidden or ignored, child brides and sex slaves are still a current global problem; as is child abuse in varying ways, including child labour. Heartbreaking and unacceptable.
Girls Not Brides website:
See the interactive Atlas for the %'s per country, which can be as high as 76%.
Key facts
12 million girls marry before the age of 18 every year.
1 in 5 girls in the world are married before 18.
Over 650 million women alive today were married as children.
Sources
The Atlas is based on UNICEF data for 2020. It is updated every two years, with the next review taking place in June 2022.
www.girlsnotbrides.org/about-child-marriage/where-child-marriage-happens/
World's Children website:
27% of trafficking victims are children.
There are an estimated 168 million child laborers around the world, with around half of them participating in what is known as “hazardous work” – work that endangers the child’s physical, emotional, or social well-being.
66% of child trafficking victims are girls. (Save the Children, 2020)
99% of victims trafficked for sexual exploitation are women and girls. (IBLA, 2019)
www.worldschildren.org/child-trafficking-statistics/
Innocence destroyed
(Children are not brides)
By Michelle Morris
13/03/2021
You said we were beautiful,
You convinced me of our love;
But it was all a ruse,
Your intentions dishonourable.
Chorus
In who do we trust, when
shattered minds and hearts are laid bare?
In who do we rely, when it feels like
no one cares?
(end chorus)
Childhood innocence destroyed,
No one to tell of the dark void;
Trauma of being used,
Over and over again.
Chorus
They'll say you're beautiful,
That only they can understand;
They'll put their dirty hands on you,
And you'll never be the same.
Chorus
Be careful who you trust,
Not all are good inside;
Remember love is not lust,
And children are not brides.
Chorus
© Michelle Morris, 2021
(This is a fictional poem)
I don't have any cigarettes to smoke.
I can't get laid because I'm broke.
I have no gas so I have to walk wherever I go.
I try to take girls out on my bicycle but they keep saying no.
I made some home made booze that I tried to sell.
But it made the first customer go blind so I went to jail.
My cellmate dunked my head in the toilet and gave me a swirly.
I thanked God when they let him out early.
When I got out of jail, I had no food to eat.
I was so hungry that I was nibbling on my own two feet.
I'm starving while my neighbor is as big as a cow.
I want somebody to either feed or shoot me now.
Thanksgiving is nearly over
Santa is building toys
He has a list for all
Good girls and wee boys
First, let me be thankful
I'll list some of my joys
There is a husband who
Works even sometimes coy
Then there are the children
Who once stepped on my toes
But at all times now my love
For them grows and grows
God has granted me grandchildren
Oh, now I am so truly blessed
Sometimes I wonder how they are so wise
But then every once in a while, what a mess
Remembering once I was in the loo
My grandson decided to make a drink
Hot cocoa his choice to mix
And not over the sink
He dropped the cocoa powder
Then tried to clean it up
It was spread all over
Boy! That was rough stuff
But I am blessed to have him
He's an angel in disguise
God sent him to fill a void
In our older lives
This is only a tiny tale
Of what God has granted
In our lives
The list of our blessings will last beyond this life
I know this is not true to a list poem but it is how it came out.
Coy can mean shy...