Long Lil Poems

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Old Mirror and Her Lil Girl

She is silent & she plays
Mostly she has books before her face 
She rarely come to me 
& ran away as fast as she could 
I know her since her childhood 
She is my Lil girl 
& I'm an old mirror of her room 

One day she came to me 
Having beautiful smile 
& gleaming eyes
Singing romantic songs & flying 
As if she isn't watching mirror 
Like she is playing lead role in her favorite fairy tale
I felt her crazy & myself amazed 
'cause I realized 
My Lil girl who is actually shy 
Fall in love with a guy 

One day she came to me 
With wetty eyes, throat filled 
Uninterested in everything 
Ist time focusing her face & thinking 
As if she isn't watching a mirror 
Like she is a cop beating herself, arresting someoneelse 
I felt sad & she was depressed 
Then I realized 
My Lil girl, so lovely 
Failed & Fooled in love, badly 

One day she came to me 
Pushed her eyebrows up 
Brought leader's smile on her face 
One hand up & delicately waved 
As if she isn't watching a mirror 
Like she is addressing the whole world through me
I felt proud, she looks great 
& finally I realized 
My Lil girl unknowingly 
Just growing up slowly... &...slowly


Oh Ye Lil Bird

Oh Ye Lil Bird
If ye could have only witnessed
The search of your mom's desire
To find a safe place to build a nest
With the finest twigs available
She seeked through the woods
In hope to give you a place of rest
That you might be safe from danger
She cradled your egg in excitement
Oh ,the joy of her living life came to be
The day you came out that shell 
She had already gathered food in preparation 
When you cried out she was there
Ready to take on an enemy are
To come feed and bring comfort 
Oh Ye Lil Bird if you could stay this small
But you soon notice your wings flapping
You learn to jump around in your home
While mom was gathering food
You would start to stand up on the edge
In hope for the day you might fly
Mom is never far away and she noticed
So she comes to your side to give support
Oh Ye Lil Bird the first time you tried
Those wings were a flapping with might
But only keeping you in circles in downward flight
Hitting softly the ground as mom picked you back up
Before the enemy could attack and flew you
Back home for another try for it takes practice
Oh Ye Lil Bird you would not give up the fight
I wish you could see the joy in your eyes
That day when all that practice come to be
That you would soar with the wind beside mom
For you have learned the wisdom of these wings
And have gained knowledge of who is the enemy
That one day you might repeat this life to another

Premium Member Lil Nova

As quasar mixes the starry dust,
a newly formed planet en route’s a must;
new universes revealed beyond black holes
captivating stories are yet to be told.

Tiny newborn sails saturnian seas,
a Venus flyby in Saggittarius is a breeze;
absolute magnitude in glimmer sails on by,
soon new space he will occupy.

Whoops!  Now dodging meteor shower,
a bruise or two won’t slow his power;
he’s on his very own spiritual quest
for new horizons where he will rest.

He’ll take his place amid the fold,
his travel stories yet to be told;
to tinier planets that he will meet,
he’ll even brighten eclipsing binary.

He’ll take his place in man’s Ephemerides,
oh the astrologers he’ll guide with ease;
to alter man’s future by their birth stars,
providing them with fascinating memoirs.

No planet in any galaxy,
will mess with this star’s alchemy.
He’s on a mission, this tiny young one,
his planetary cycle for millennia will run.

When you spy him there in your glass eye,
be sure to shout, “Hello, Goodbye”,
as he races across your galaxy,
you’ll marvel at his pageantry.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Lil Humor

The elderly couple enjoyed a lovely meal with their dear friends.
The two old ladies get up to do the dishes when the meal ends.
The two men chat, one tells of a restaurant he could recommend.
They had a really nice meal last night, good food not much to spend.
“That sounds great” said one “What’ is this restaurant’s name?” 
He thought a while, searching his memory trying hard, but in vain.
He said, “I can’t think, what is that flower the one that makes a chain?”
Oh, said his friend I’m not sure, Is it a daisy or should I think again?
You smile. I guess this means I’m on the right track, did I get it right? 
That’s it!“Hey Daisy he called “what’s the name of the place we went last night?”
Same couple planned a dinner.  Daisy went to buy sauce for stroganoff.
Asked an employee where it would be. He replied, “I’ll see” and walked off
He didn’t return so she asked another, and she replied, “I’ll see” and went to see.
Daisy was tired of waiting for them to return and found it herself in Isle C .
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Form: Rhyme

A Lil' Nip

Son, please don't look at me with that cold stare and judge me when I twist the cap, pour a glass, and tilt my head gently.

Just know that I'm searching for a little relief and peace of mind. Unfortunately, in this world, peace can be hard to find.

No excuses! But life has a strange way of unfolding in all kinds of ways. It's going to test you, tempt you, beat you down, and humble you every day.

So, bolster up, my boy, and get to know the Most High. As you go through life, you’ll see and feel some unpleasant things, I won’t lie.

But there are also many beautiful things, like you. So always stay genuine, treat people right, and stay true.

I stayed away from the funny cigarettes, pills, powder, and needles. I'm not proud of my lil' nip, and I pray to the Most High that you never get involved in any of that as you face life's riddles.

So, son, don't look at me with disdain when you see me take a lil' nip. Just know I'll be back, but for now, I'm taking a quick lil' trip.


Haiku Handout 4 a Lil’ Handman Help Throwback 2023

#1) Wise is just wisdom, 
Being “smart,” can drive one Madd...
It is a process.  

#2) Haikus are intense!  
They can be so exciting, 
I used to write them... 

#3) I go by “G3...” 
As a “Native...” citizen... 
Call me, “One shoe...”  

#4) My father-in-law... 
He has a name, “One More Song...”  
I care about him.  

The BOSS???
#5) Is this “restricted?!?”  
Nothing is choreographed... 
Am I an actor?  Ei. Will this be listed?  

Little Diddy Truly NOT a Haiku but duly meant for me and you to groove... 

Jah “Oh da la dee da...”  
Boo yah!!! Hoo, hah, hey, yaw!  
Do NOT forget your Yamaha... 
A few keys for me please... 
It is almost time for Hannukah, 
Yet the twelve days of Christmas did NOT miss us, 
I do NOT want to miss any of this my close
Form: Haiku

Cosmological Fantastical Imemorial Lil Opus

aswirl within tremendous maelstroms
universal united uninhabitable cauldron
tempered with analogous:
outrageous, portentous
thunderous cacophony in tandem

with thick mucilaginous fog
metaphorically postpartum
nebulous placenta afterbirth
and/or proto planets aborted

per primordial material
slowly (millions of years) coalescence
annealed bubbling primeval soup
engendering (extant

via immeasurably immense stretches of time)
subsequent birth of quasi solar systems
where antediluvian cosmic midwife prepped
quintessential biochemical laboratories

across gamut of space
inexorably incurring, inviting, inuring
pseudo plasmatic phenomenal possibilities
vaguely concatenating, incubating,

nursing inhospitable
wryly, wrought-fully,
write-fully Weltanschauung 
respective environmental, geological,

meteorologically rendered seething broth
conglomerations fused inchoate legions
of Ongepatchket protean quixotic
rudimentary shapeless threads

winding up at greased lightening
eventually simmering temperature
thousands of degrees
conducive for indefatigable living organisms

congealing despite galactic Golem
whiplashing microbial unicellular entities
subjecting globular linkedin progenitors
across the countless eons

where hellacious heat gave way to
punks like cool and the gang
drafted heady lagers produced
thickly *** bergs exceptionally humungous ice

hundreds of millions years ago Arctic vortex
preserved intact forebears of this writer
who still retains
one percent genetic Neanderthal Man 
stock, lock and barrel.
Form: Epic

Darlin' Lil

When I first met Darlin' Lil
she was naked and trembling cold,
needing the care of a tender infant,
though pushing fifty and getting old.
"B-a-a-a-d Baby," said Darlin' Lil,
"B-a-a-a-d brain." Her memories spill.

I cleaned her body 
and dressed her for the day,
wheeled her into the kitchen,
where her meals must be pureed.
Set her up at the dining table,
where each meal is slowly spoon fed,
"I pray," said Darlin' Lil,
"Oh Gaw-w-w-d." That's all she said. 
I acknowledged her prayer with a reverent nod.

"B-a-a-a-d Baby," said Darlin' Lil,
B-a-a-a-d brain. she remembers still.
"who called you a bad baby?" I asked.
"Muther-er-er," she replied.
"Mother was wrong," I assured her,
"Mother's been wrong all along."

There's a soul in her body
who bit off the bitterest pill,
her mother was a heroin addict,
and Darlin' Lil is in there still.
I told her she was a wonderful young woman,
and she smiled at me and we laughed,
A whole world of joy shown in her eyes,
one of them still blackened,
"She fell," her mama said,
but I think mama lied.

My 2 Lil Angels

My two lil angel brothers
Came back again 
It was so beatific ,That I can't express 
Younger one Lucky, embossed me tight 
Elder oneRocky,with beholding sight 
I hugged and kissed both of them 
Happiness & tears together running then 
Before anyone utter a sound 
They commenced by seeing the crowd 
"We are sorry, sorry to all
 We won't play again near the canal"
Soon I heard ringing alarm 
Unfortunately my eyes opened 
I found no one around 
It was morning-intense dark
Neither of them nor the crowd 
Only I'm here all alone 
My two lil angels are so amore 
That you had called them up
You are so selfish - I sum up
I know in the heaven 
They are getting a lot of your adore 
But God we are missing them more 
Send them God, send them back to earth
Send my two lil angels back to us.
Form: Elegy

Big Lil - 1968

It was a year of revolutions
Worldwide, quiet little fights
Wanting more from democracy?
Fighting for Civil Rights.?
From Hull three trawlers sank
February, fifty eight lives lost,
Adding to that 10 thousand
Deep sea fishing would finally cost.

They called them Headscarf Heroes
Big Lil lead the housewives, the few
Who stood and fought for 
More safety for the crews.
They marched on Downing Street
In defence of their men
Met with PremierHarold Wilson
Up there at Number 10;

United the fishing community
All over the land,
Brought the fight to the public,
Made an historic stand
To fight for basic safety
To fight for better ways
For the men who fished each year
On average over three hundred days.

She was vilified and attacked
Received letters threatening death
But BIg Lil and her companions
Fought with their every breath.
They won many concessions
At their personal cost
The efforts of these ladies
Saved many lives from being lost.

The fishing fleet is finished.
Old Hessle Road is gone.
In time and at a price
This City has moved on.
Such an historic figure
I find it such an awful shame
So very few know or remember 
Big Lil and the others names

Lillian Bilocca 1929 - 1988 and the Headscarf Revolutionaries, Christine Jensen, Mary Denness, and Yvonne Blenkinsop,  
with respect
Form: Rhyme

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