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Grandpa, tell me about the good old days
I want to hear of your younger ways
When there was no T.V. and there were no cars
When at night you looked up and could count the stars
About how you skipped stones across the lake
With no video games to entertain
What's all this about fun being free?
All this old I hear sure is new to me
Did people really sit and talk?
And where they went did they actually walk?
How did you survive without a microwave?
I bet cooking then must have taken days
You say your parents let you just run about
Were they not afraid you would be kidnapped?
And you didn't come home till dinner time?
Grandpa to me that just doesn't seem right
Did Moms and Dads really stay together
like they promised, till death do us part?
Cause they don't do that that much anymore
and it can really mess up some hearts
Did you talk much with your neighbors
even though you lived miles apart?
Cause mine are living right next door
and I don't even know who they are
You say there weren't warning labels on everything
How in the world did you feel safe back then
And without a cell phone in your hand
How did you keep up with all your friends
Grandpa, did you not ever get bored
Chasing down the wind in the great outdoors
And you say you had everything that you could need
All this old I hear sure is new to me
*Image of the enthroned Roman goddess Ceres provided by Pixabay.
Ceres, Goddess of Harvest: The Pact
Birthright rules they are Jupiter's sisters,
Hera, Vesta, Ceres, whose names glisters.
Ceres, the goddess of crop gathering,
whom the gods treat the best, no blathering.
When Ceres was sad, the harvest did die,
and the people did ask all the gods why?
Pretty Proserpine, Ceres daughter,
picking berries, her uncle did spotter.
The uncle was Pluto, and none other,
whose desires chokes empty minds to smother.
Pluto was the god of the underworld,
who had kidnapped her to his netherworld.
Proserpine met needs, kept in a dream,
ageless her stay be Pluto's fated scheme.
Jupiter sought out Mercury for aid,
a messenger god and smart son, think trade?
Proserpine marries, in turn, he must,
let her return for six months, would be just.
Pluto, Ceres, and Jupiter agreed,
six months growth, six months none, was then decreed.
2021 April 23
HMS - 10 syllables per line & RZ - exact rhymes checked
Where did the paths take you, turning and twisting to a great view.
Thought I was trapped, then I realized I had been kidnapped.
Kidnapped in the garden of beauty, I got lost in the scent that was fruity.
I hit a wall of ivy, then sinuous I took another look more wisely.
This puzzle is a huge maze, I thought I would be here for many days.
Date Written: 6/22/2020
5 Place Maze - 10 Word Challenge Contest Judged:6/30/2020
Sponsored by: A Dear Heart
The dreaded hurricane mowed down the trees
and splintered homes within its chosen path.
Though untold damages had wrecked the land-
at least, it seemed the hurricane had passed.
But further down- where the sea hugs its shore,
lined with horizon's edge- came rolling in
that wave of water- racing, moving fast;
a grave encore to heighten fear that day.
The huge Tsunami pushed on past the shore
enveloping whatever lay ahead;
progressing far and deep- to wash away-
disintegrate all trapped within its rush.
The force swept boats and bodies, with debris-
spared by the recent hurricane's wild reach,
to be usurped by the Tsunami's plan-
to drown and kill for miles beyond the storm.
After the hurricane- disaster grew.
The anger from the sky brought wind and rain,
but ocean waves kidnapped that mighty wind-
let the Tsunami win dark nature's game.
The police continued their investigation and were
extremely puzzled. They couldn't figure out how
those small footprints found by the window be
possibly responsible for the disappearance of an eight
year old, Ann Marie Burr.
Sadly the case was not solved. Ann Marie Burr's
parents suffered through many years of not knowing
what happened to their precious daughter. The years
went by and there was no news of their missing
child.
Fourteen years had gone by. Mrs Burr was
watching a news bulletin from her local news station.
She heard of a mans name that was linked to several
murders. The name kept ringing in her mind over
and over again. Finally she called her girlfriend and
asked her if she had ever heard this familiar name.
Her girlfriend told her thinking for a minute, no I honestly,
don't remember this name. Beverly thanked her and
hung up.
Several hours later Beverly's phone rings, her friend
excitedly tells her yes, now I remember that name!
That was the paperboy. I am absolutely sure It was the
neighborhood paperboy. TED BUNDY!!!
Serial killer Ted Bundy lived several blocks from the
kidnapped child. The small footprints were for a small
boy that were found outside the window. They say it
was Ted Bundy's first murder. He was fourteen years
old when he committed it. Her body was never found
and her parents died not knowing where their daughter
was. Mrs Burr wrote a letter to Bundy asking for
closure, to please tell her where her daughter was. Bundy
never did. He was linked to 36 murders but a detective
that interviewed him said he had told him he was
responsible for over 100 murders. He was eventually
put to death.
Michael Tor 9/22/2015
I met a tiny green worm
her name was Milla Storm.
On a branch the worm breathed sleepy
"a little rest in the sun can't hurt me".
She woke up stiff, numb and compact
a deep long sleep, that's a fact.
"Something stings and scratches on my back"
complained sad ... such an unpleasant smack.
She felt so isolated and trapped -
almost as kidnapped.
Had to fight bravely through the cocoon
as she hummed a joyful tune.
Milla tried to stretch out her feet
suddenly she noticed something sweet.
"Close your eyes - look I can fly ... F-L-Y
I'm a gorgeous butterfly".
07.03.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Kids Creativity and Learning Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
1st place in the contest
every face has a thought hidden behind the visage of visuals
like the beating of the ear drum listening to compound residuals
the beating of the heart, adreneline rush, push past the point of strain
mental structure whinding spiraling downawrd thinning the blood of the brain
eyelids like shutters flapping violently through the moonlit breeze
frosted visual enchanting on a crystal island while lakes of airs swim through trees
if ear drums had sight would the sound carry what they see?
would it penetrate your retna emitting impossible screems?
fragmented sentences with words sharp as shards of glass
shoots up your esophagus slicing up your tingue as it pass
plasma painted teeth swimming in saliva stained blood
the smile of innocent kidnapped torchered and hid in mud
the darkness of a corner with a child beckoning appraoch
taken from the day light shadowed by the adult like reproach
epervescent ponds violently errupting through surface tension
the remains of a dilapidated lake of acidity the mind chooses not to mention
the head of a serpent a product of whinding smoke creation
burning the air and ground from the genesis of its foundation
Have you ever felt captivated by someone?
I mean kidnapped, just taken by their eyes
and neither can completely escape.
I don't know what it is about him and I?
We feel drawn together so strongly.
Did we meet in another life?
Your charcoal eyes are always smoldering
they burn with intensity
through every one of your photographs.
Such vivid, heated passion
even in stark black and white.
I have never seen lips like yours.
I run my fingers across them
wishing they were more
than paper and shadows.
Whatever happens to us in the coming days,
I know your image will remain
in my mind permanently,
forever welded together.
Written by Kelly Deschler
March 24th, 2015
What is this kidnapped nonsense when it comes to Maduro? The United States has never recognized Maduro as the rightfully elected President of Venezuela. Five years ago a judge in the Southern District of New York issued a warrant for his arrest, alleging Narco Drug Trafficking among other crimes. When the United States issues a warrant, for suspected crimes against its citizens, there are no borders -- no recognized safe havens in the world. If they can get to the suspect, they will. Maduro will be fairly tried in a court of law. 100,000 Americans died of drug overdoses last year. If anyone thinks that this is hilarious, which I have read in comments on Soup, they have a serious problem with right and wrong. If Democrats in the US Congress, do not like what Trump did, change the law. He is acting well within his rights as President of the United States. This type of Law Enforcement has been done by other US Presidents in the past. Nothing new here. What is new is, a Democrat Congress and Mainstream News Media, who seem to have lost their minds if not souls. If any opposition reading this, is into the bible, try reading the 9th commandment again. Let the legal system play out. As for the politics of oil, other natural resources, would you rather communist dictators remained in control, instead of transitioning all rights back to the citizens of a liberated Venezuela, restoring health and prosperity to a once very prosperous neighbor nation?
On January 10, 2025, the Biden administration bumped up the reward for information which would lead to Maduro’s arrest to $25 million. The reward was previously set at $15 million by the Trump administration. The Biden administration also announced at the time that it would be offering a $25 million reward for information which led to the capture of Dusisdadi Cabello, the country’s interior minister, a $15 million increase. In addition, a new $15 million reward was created for the detention of the country’s defense minister Vladimir Padrino Lopez. According to former Mayor of New York Eric Adams.
"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet
Why does life start out from a loving mother,
only to be given to another?
This loving mother cannot care for her,
as a tiny baby makes a stir.
A loving mother will sign papers that will cut like a knife,
making a decision effecting her and a new life.
This is all out of her control,
a mother with fear in her body and soul.
As her body now shakes,
she must sign the papers even if her heart breaks.
Her loving tiny girl lays in a pretty pink blanket all wrapped,
a mother can not abandon her or have her kidnapped.
Will the true story ever be known,
about a mother filled with love but on her own.
A baby that came from heaven above,
and about a price one put on selfless love.