Long Kiddo Poems
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In a full swing car, On an empty road,
Where I used to walk down the lane few years before..
Those premises Reminded me my college days..with full on live concert on red fm(Radio_music),
Playing my favourite sequences one by one,
Those musical beats resonating guitar string with 120 km/hr car's speed,
Am I gone insane, Yes I am!!
Feels like..
Life please bring back my bachelorette guys :( , crazy bug :)
Friendship is such a sweet thing, Will go mad if its not there,
Life has gone so bitter without you people!!Miss you guys!!
Life has given me so much but,
No money can give my past days back,
No time can give those instances back,
Those friends, Those moments ,
Every fragments in Engineering day's has been shattered keeping memories forever :(
Off course turning into new point by god grace my little kiddo..my love !!This is what we call as Life!!
Getting emotional..lolz..
To Atbin.
Another flick, a spark,
Once more awakened the past
Illustrating memories
Are alive and always last.
I recall your visage with
Its veins, its charm, and grace
Some invisible griefs,
Behind of that bony face.
Your tender artistic look,
At a silly Rubik’s parts,
Made your endless affection,
dwell in our empty hearts.
You were our J. Keating of
Weir’s ingenious mind
And that "Remembrance Fest"
That you held: one of a kind.
To our liveliest friend,
We had toasted, and cheered
But I saw a bloody band
On your thin wrist appeared.
You smoked and you spoke,
With your own personal tone:
"A dead soul would never need,
All of these; to be well known,
Look at the living, hey kiddo!
And cherish their real worth.”
I stared at the white band:
Accessible, open source…
I thought it should be a band,
You could have tied it with care
Upon a pretty girl’s
Glowing and blonde hair.
Not as a merciless rope,
Tight around the skinny neck
But just like the sign of love,
Danced by the wind in a lake.
Hey, my friend! don’t frown,
Let me exactly define,
Not a regret for the dead,
But as an amity sign.
Grappling with parenthood over the years.
Battling and facing my responsibility fears.
Celebrations and failures leading to tears.
Many moving parts like out of sync gears.
But the universe said that we get a take two.
Another chance to build family with baby new.
After a few weeks of trying to make this life.
Amazing what a husband can do with his wife.
Guess who stepped up right into this room?
A positive prego test result in a big kaboom.
Inside the belly is kid #2 plus maybe #3.
In the ultrasound we will soon get to see.
Our great son will finally get to be a brother.
With a sibling so they can love one another.
To grow and learn together and bring us joy.
Joining the family as a playmate for our boy.
In the days since I wrote the previous lines.
We’ve checked out the kiddo several times.
Hearing the heartbeat and seeing them grow.
With each phase human features better show.
First looking like a shrimp and then a seaturtle.
Now doing womb workouts or jumping hurdle.
Taking mommy’s energy, really wiping her out.
Can often get so frustrating it makes us shout.
But we’re looking at the long game and ready.
Knowing it’s ok our emotions will not be steady.
There will be fights and some arguments too.
Because we want the best for our child # two.
Is it I or is it me?
I’m a little confused you see!
I can be part of us, or they,
Or we, who’s to say?
I can be referred to as one,
Not much fun!
What about thee?
Is that still me?
Then again, thou,
Not right somehow.
Some refer to I as dude,
That’s just crude
Or even mate,
Not great.
If you’re a girl then it’s gal,
For a boy it’s pal.
In certain cases, Miss or Mister,
That could just be sinister!
Some say, ‘hey you,’
Luckily only a few.
For some it’s ‘what’s a name’?
Such a shame.
Some terms are not so nice,
Might come at a price!
Some say darling or love,
Heaven’s above.
Worse still chuck,
That’s bad luck.
I’ve even heard blue or slim,
Blimey that’s grim.
If it’s kiddo,
Then you’ve yet to grow.
Some say he or she,
That’s obviously not me.
I it has to be,
Then for sure I know it’s me.
I refuse to feel like a turd in the grass
Laying there till I become petrified
No one coming to pick me up
They see me as the low of the low
Laying there till I become petrified
Of no value to anyone else
They see me as the low of the low
I lay here alone in the tall grass
Of no value to anyone else
Is this all there is to my existance
I lay here alone in the tall grass
It is time for me to rise to my feet
Is this all there is to my existence
This is not the life of which I dreamed
It is time for me to rise to my feet
Passion for living energizes my life
This is not the life of which I dreamed
No one coming to pick me up
It's time for me to rise to my feet
I refuse to feel like a turd in the grass
Dedicated to Colleen Bono, she always jokes
that I can write about a Turd in the grass
and make it sound good. This one is for you Kiddo
Opps! must be dead,
looks like the pearly gates,
Rough guy levitates towards me,
think I know his face,
St Peter, I need some help
trying to get into this place,
I’ll let you enter kiddo,
but my identity you mistake,
I’m Lemmy from Motorhead,
and these are rocknroll gates.
What! where the hell am I,
bet my drink got laced,
Musical heaven my friend,
come on let’s get spaced,
Sure thing, have you got
any weed, also love a pint,
Hey that’s my middle name,
I’ve just rolled a hardcore joint,
Guess who’s on tonight,
Jimi Hendrix tops the bill,
His new girlfriends, a foxy lady,
he’s even covering my overkill,
Hows Bon Scott, haven’t
heard from him in a while,
Drinking vodka in the bar,
hitting highway to hell in style,
I’d love to see Cobane,
that guy could really write a song,
Yeah still in rehab, his will is good,
be out before too long,
This is some kickass place,
when was it conjured up,
Jagger came up with the idea,
wanted his own club,
No way! he’s definitely alive,
I seen the stones last year,
afraid overdosed on brown sugar,
Devil had sympathy, let him reappear,
Wow this black cannabis stuff,
is really kicking in,
Can we go see a show,
but please not that infernal din,
Oh ignore him, Conway Twitty,
turning this place into a zoo,
Just hangs around the gates,
heaven banned him too,
Mercury, Bowie, George michael
did they make the cut,
I’ll let you in on a secret
we don’t see them very much,
Well Freddie didn’t settle,
said he wanted to break free,
Ziggy’s here ok, all time low,
after splitting from gene genie
And for George, lost his faith,
normally stays around the loo,
Watch out for Jim Morrison,
lighting fires, gets roadhouse blues
Wow I’m wasted Lemmy,
how come your not allowed on stage,
What! oh the straight jacket,
don’t get me into a rage,
That nasty war stuff I collected,
got me sent to hell,
My noisy music drove satan crazy,
left me here for a spell,
Well nice meeting you Lemmy,
I’m off to see the show,
God was never on your side,
better off down below.
By
David Kavanagh.
"Daddy, when are we going to the woods to find a Christmas tree? You promised I could help pick the most prettiest one."
"Yes, my darling, Ellie. I didn't forget."
"Can we go now, Daddy? Can we, P L E A S E?"
"Hmmmm. We'd better see if Mommy is ok with us going without her and your new baby brother. It'll be too cold in the forest for them. Go and ask her if that's ok."
"Ok, Daddy, but don't leave without me. Promise?"
"I promise to stay right here until you get back. You sure make a lot of demands for a six-year-old, kiddo. Now scoot!"
"MOMMY! MOMMY! Can me and Daddy cut down our Christmas tree?"
"Ellie, I said 'go' and ask her, not scream it down the hall."
"I'm sorry Daddy. She didn't answer me, so maybe she and Davey are sleeping, soooooo... can we go now?"
"Yes, little Miss Impatient. Put on your coat and boots while I write a note to let Mommy know where we are."
"K. Can we get a big tree? One way bigger than you? I think last year's tree was too short. Not much bigger than me!"
"Hmmmm, we'll decide that when we get there. If we get one much bigger, we'll need more ornaments to make it look pretty."
"Oh, Daddy. We're gonna need more of lots of stuff. I know how to make popcorn, but can you and Mommy help me, cuz I don't know how to put it on strings? And I think we're gonna need more tinsel cuz that makes it looks all shiny. And...."
"Whoa there, kiddo. One thing at a time. We have to find a tree first. Next year the four of us will go on a hunt for the perfect tree. Does that sound like fun?"
"Yeah, but will Davey know how to walk and talk by then?" He's awful little."
"If he's anything like you, he'll be talking plenty. Your baby brother will need your help with lots of things, but before you know it, he'll be running in the snow with you."
"I can teach him how to run, but he's gotta learn how to walk first. Now, let's stop talking and get in the truck so we can show Mommy how good we are at picking out the perfect tree. Come on, Daddy. Let's go!"
The Widow
At sixteen she is a widow
She is still a kiddo
With a baby in her arm
Life will be no charm
She’s now like her brother
Who has a child without a mother
His wife chose the street
Killed as she was standing beat
But now she must look after herself
Not wanting to sit on the shelve.
Now she has a great need
her baby she must feed
Selling her body for her baby
with her that’s no maybe
Her baby must eat
and that’s a job she’ll meet.
After 2 years on the streets
A member of the gang she meets
Initially they fall for each other
Not knowing he killed his mother
Very soon he starts beating her
She now works for him in fear
He was found in an alley dead
He was shot in the head.
She realises in her life of sorrow
she will remain a widow.
She takes her baby she must feed.
So, she moves back to the street
There was a time when I was so real
I would speak my heart out with everyone
People would normalise my embarrassments
and say, "Kiddo, that's pretty common".
There was a time when I was so real
I would never hold my tears after feeling hurtful
I would refuse to talk to those who weren't familiar
There wasn't any place for pretence out there.
There was a time when I was so real
Imitating everyone's actions gave a lot of pleasure
but somewhere in the middle, I started lying
and I was given long lectures to never lie in my future....
There was a time when I was so real
'Eat, Sleep and Play' felt so practical
Playing with friends wasn't a special treat back then
Screaming, Laughing, and scribbling on walls wasn't a great deal....
Yeah, that was the time when I was real
I wasn't supposed to please everyone with a fake smile
I wasn't even considered boring if I was hurt and kept quiet
Why can't one be real and mature at the same time?
He keeps trying his barrage
of raging vitriol, but it's a blunt knife
on his target's alligator skin
A predictable high school bully
with the same ol' lines of attack.
His target always sees them coming...
and the invectives inflict no pain!
The bully sharpens the blade
with each try, then slashes and stabs
in rapid succession...
but the knife never breaks his victim's skin,
and the funny thing about it is...
the bully seems to be the one bleeding!
One fine day, the boy
bravely stands up for himself
with this unvarnished truth...
"You repeatedly try to cut me open,
yet you lacerate yourself each time
you fail to break me; and you'll keep
failing, so choose your next victim!"
Bravo, kiddo, bravo!
Submitted for...
Strand Select 12,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/15/2020
Date written: 01/12/2020