Long Lego Poems
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my x has been boxed
Stations have been played
nine ten do
switch
my reality virtualised
my intelligence artificialised
escaping fear in evil
residently near
Trevor smiles
as his stole car
switch gears
Of wars i am well versed
Honoured with medals
Never smelt the Battle field
Duty always called
From mist
filled silent hills
screaming megaphones call
Half my life lived
Fi-fa-foo-fum
I smell the blood
of a lego x-man
Mind my craft
Spy with row
Crash the band
i could
Assassin hid by hood
Redemption read
Dead rise and walk
May i cry ask the devil
Raid the den
The division with which her
smile has changed
wonder if these days
are the last of us
Kansas City. Barbeque beef. Black power and white power working alongside Power and Light.
Sprint Center, Royals Stadium, many small towns, Crown Center, Fritz train deliveries, a real delight.
Aquarium, Union Station, Lego-land, fountains too beautiful to see all at one setting.
Street car, Steamboat Museum, culture as far as the eyes care to see, a real vetting.
Moving here? Come visit first. Sample our cuisine and head toward First Friday in the bottoms.
If we are not friendly something is wrong, visit summer, spring, or come experience our autumns.
A small town feeling in most of our suburbs, and an eclectic mix of personalities,
We are tearing it up, a mess in a good way, and open to new foreign ideas, so come if you please.
I was fascinated by frogs, dinosaurs, and outer space.
Comic books, video games, and fast cars to race.
I got my clean clothes dirty and skinned my knees.
I spent my afternoons climbing high up in the trees.
Came home from the playground with shoes full of sand.
Went fishing, and held up my catch with my bare hand.
I would get on my rusty, blue bike and ride to the park.
Where we played games of tag or catch almost until dark.
After school, I would go play baseball with the boys.
Then, stay up late, listening to music and make noise.
My homework sat in my backpack and never got done.
I was too preoccupied with finding adventure and having fun.
I was the tomboy that liked building Lego block walls.
I was also a girl who played with pretty Barbie dolls.
Richard Lamoureux's Gender Bender Contest
Forty days and forty nights in lock down
Breathless for inhaling my own air ad infinitum
Could be worse if I was left out to dry in the desert
Isolation in my own four walls in solitude
Puffing and panting from the magic scented flacon
Fragrant innocence of lost childhood in terminal decline
Slimming down expectations for a slice on the road to Nirvana
I light sandalwood from a candle of flickering dreams
Perfumed ideation adamantly adheres to waxen resolve
It's only over when the slim lady sung a tune of lifting reprieve
I hope that she has been told when to bow for applause
And that the virus chokes on the curtain of epical demands
Like a bat out of hell I run round in circles along my four walls
Loose count of repetitions as I pace an eclipse of boredom
Enact biblical scenes with a teddy bear and ragged dolls
Lego figures dance a concert of doom with swift ballerinas
Trinkets on the mantlepiece rejoice in prominent position
Count their blessings and have their day in the lime light
Super powers of alien invasion penetrate my face mask
Order my persona to reveal resilience and count down
The apocalypse for when the gloves are off and insanity ends
03rd April 2020
the mother of the sixties who had no clue
what her children wanted knew what to do
round up the band the entire clan
head to the mall father kids and all
head straight for santa wait in line
and when it came their turn
their childerens wishes they'd learn
i want a j.i. joe, a lego set. and a b.b gun
and for sally a barbi, a tea set and a easy bake oven
"click" there goes the picture.a memory for mother
her present that she will cherish for all time
but for now she knows and to father she goes
with the list she so carfully wrote down
quick gather these and a few other things
while i keep them busy walking around
shoping all done and it was very fun
now it's time to leave town
Remember Paint-by-Numbers?
I loved them as a kid.
You filled in all the numbered spaces
Marked out on the grid.
You had your plastic pots of paint,
Each one a numbered match.
Creative juices didn’t flow,
No effort made from scratch.
Yet if you stayed within the lines,
A masterpiece appeared.
You didn’t need instruction
So no parents interfered.
The end result produced a smile
And bursting sense of pride;
A feeling of accomplishment
Just couldn’t be denied.
A lashing out at Lego toys
Brought back my painted treasures.
Some criticize new Lego sets
Which, though providing pleasures,
Deprive the seed of fantasy
Existing in each child
From blossoming and thus,
Imagination can’t run wild.
A Lego Star Wars figure
Builds just that and that alone,
Preventing kids from coming up
With patterns of their own.
To this I say, just let them play
Or paint or draw or build.
Whatever talents wait inside
Will somehow be fulfilled.
We are partly into an early Spring and the horses' struts with their
heads held up. White Palominos all, majestic beauties they'd be in the
heart of the little village passing by the central square where the market
is full of life of sellers and buyers, to gawkers and talkers as well.
Nearby is the marbled-tier water fountain brimming with fish life and just beyond is the village lake, also teeming with edible fishes unlike those inside of the fountain. Edges of Papyrus and tall Cypress grass and just touching the colorful water lilies. Ahh, they've just arrived and tied up the horses so they'd be secured, here on top of the hill that overlooks the tiny village but seemingly the town life seems to have come up onto the hill, now the hill is full of life.
Oh, I forgot, the village of 'Somerset' with its old charm, thick thatched rooftops with their upper windows of English Oak, post and doorways too. Peaches, Apples Banana trees. Daffodils, daisies, roses, pansies, gladiolas, and much much more. This is truly Spring, the other seasons will be along shortly. I am here, that's why the village is here. I wanted to come home to 'Somerset' and be buried here in the Spring.
Close your eyes, let's begin our flight,
With Lego bricks, we'll build tonight.
In the land of dreams, we'll play our part,
Creating wonders from the heart.
A black castle rises, the witch takes flight,
Ghosts and goblins in the moon's dim light.
But fear not, for here comes a sprite,
A fairy in white, a beacon of light.
With a wand that sparkles, sprinkling treats,
Casting away the fears and defeats.
So close your eyes, my dear, don't you dismay,
For in the morn, sweet candies will sway.
As the stars twinkle and the moon's in sight,
In Lego's world, we'll make all things right.
Dream big, my dear, in this magical sight,
Lullabies bring wonder, holding dreams tight.
She was a lego queen.
A future engineer.
Building stealthily and smartly,
a quick minded girl.
Six-years-old, and swore her
parents would not buy her legos
because she is a girl.
I watched her build a house,
intelligently and quickly, smartly.
She is the only child I have seen
out of hundreds of children, builders
aged 8 and 9 even, who figured out
how to add the windows which I had been
told by many other children did not fit.
I reached for the phone after she
left, to call her mother, and ask if I might
buy her legos. The phone was disconnected,
not unexpected, just unsurprisingly still sad.
Sweet little feet as she walks,
frame petite in the park on the trail.
Slender and small such a doll
with her ever so Betty Davis eyes.
I want your life.... little sticks hold
her long darkly hair, she can't
weigh more over then a fair
sized Dalmatian.
I'll strangle this Vixen....
Yes that's what I said, I'll choke
the life right out of her head...
Yes, and I'll beat her up too
I'll sneak to behind this shrew
and wait for just the right time,
then my hands will take of her life!
Have their ride. muuaahaha
~Uncle fester the band played on...
From the bushes she lifts her nose.
Fresh scent of the morning rose,
Delicate this little bush grows, in the sun
Her fragrance, I know well.
~There's a bee that's come to my arm.
Buzzing humble with the sweetest
little chime, of a bumble. Hi there...
The silence enhanced by your charm,
Gentle breeze come to carry you on.safely
~ I heard your song. Sweet bird.
Taking steps to the Marigolds there.
Fixing sticks in my darkly hair...
And know, they're not wood.
Lovely Little squirrels are at play!
A smile washes through the best day
Near the Great Oak Tree, I say.
Just another beastly moment more
and the foul little girl at my door,
shall know the wrath of me.
My glee is overwhelming, eyes
on fire in my head they're pounding,
maggots eat in my heart and then....
And then. While under the Great Tree.
Beside the Light was a flash, of Three.
Low and to her side she spun these,
Elevation aid the sound of her knees,
Obliteration. Before he could see
The Miss.take he was about to be or...
The Lovely Marigolds she picked
from her layer next she walked the park
and wrote there. About Peace...
The Butterflies return to her hair.
Two. And purrrr said the Kittens there.
~Circle grows a cLover in a Square~
And I'm a Lego.Ninja.Too ;)
And this was just for afun.Ay.Honey ;p smooches!
~She walks on~
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