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SWEET MEMORIES OF MY EARLY CHILDHOOD
How Sweet To The Heart Are The Scenes Of My Childhood
Samuel Woodworth, 1785 - 1842
HOW SWEET IT WAS TO BE LOVED, BE SHOWERED
WITH LOVE SWEET LOVE THAT I HOLD AND TREASURE.
LOVE THAT MADE ME FEEL SECURED, EMPOWERED.
WHEN MY GRANDPA CAME FROM WORK, HE MADE SURE
TO BRING ME A LOLLIPOP I ENJOYED.
HE MASSAGED MY FEET, A KIND OF A CURE
FOR MY DARN FEET HURT AND KEPT ME ANNOYED.
WE WALKED AROUND TOWN TO PASS THE TIME
WHILE HE JOKED AND I GIGGLED THAT BROUGHT JOY.
MY GRANDMA TOOK ME TO THE BEACH AT TIMES,
WHEN I HAD BOUTS OF COLD TO BREATHE THE AIR
FROM THE SEA TO GET BETTER IN NO TIME.
WE PICKED UP SHELLS WHILE OUR FEET WERE BARE.
SAT ON THE SHORE AND ATE HER GOOD RICE CAKES.
SHE TOLD STORIES FOR ME TO BE AWARE.
THESE PRECIOUS MEMORIES KEEP ME AWAKE
WHEN I BAKE A RICE CAKE AND MY FEET ACHE.
11/19/20 Constance La France TERZA RIMA POETRY
I remember as a child at school drinking those small bottles of milk.
I remember feeling posh wearing a tie made out of silk.
I remember running wild under the sun of long summer days.
I remember meal tickets at school so I could eat and educate my brain.
I remember the Yorkshire hills covered with three feet of snow.
I remember those stuffed snakes at the door to keep the cold winds out.
I remember playing cricket with all the Pakistani boys for days and enjoying every single minute.
I remember using lollipop sticks to make my racing bike sound like it had an engine on it.
I remember the hours of fun we could get out of nothing but our own imaginations.
I remember going into Woolworths to stock up on mixed sweets before the ABC matinee opened.
I remember feeling free and not worrying about Covid
I remember camping at Padstow and the preceding eight hour un air-conned journey.
I remember shaking hands when I said hello to perfect strangers.
I remember the pride of Jessica Ennis winning gold on that magic Saturday for our nation.
I remember England in a time when when work felt secure and stable.
I remember my country when honour, pride and dignity were words with meanings that mattered.
I remember the NHS before it was its budgets were stolen and it’s staff were so cruelly shattered.
I remember feeling good knowing that poorer people could get good state aid
I remember being able to go to university because a grant for me was made.
What the hell happened?
What a lovely Sunday morning in the park
Sky and lake alive and baby dressed in blue
In the stroller by the bench with mom and pop
They kiss between each lick from Popsicles on a stick
Delicious as the smooches they deliver cherry sweet
Little baby is occupied with his lollipop of yellow
An unsavory fellow old and gray crawling in the grass
Twisting winding exactly like a snake to steal his snack
The child will not be compromised by Mr. ugly creeping up
Greasy filthy hands reach out to take his stuff
The little one pulls out two pistols from his covers
Because two guns are better than one
He fires away like a happy holiday
It is not nice to take a lollipop
It might seem easy as stealing candy from a baby
But not from one with two hand guns gone crazy
Concubine thine;
tasteful of mediocrity
Like crushed acidic vine
a misplaced favour
Pseudo credit bliss
sold without honour
Like soured wine.
Your pride
Was without fine
no token paid
You re stolen water
exchange on you was never bargained made
I scent you stolen waters
You sure stinks
like gutters
courtesy
ideas you mates
she but a crushed juicy
You came with a bag of a stranger
I saw you like a crushed fermented citrus,
he sipped of you, you ate up union
in the home of another you fermented
Later you excreted mild commotion
As you tasted
like honey made from crushed sugar perfected deception
Now Samson in chains of you love
With cold hands like vipers juice
You held him tight
Gave him bat's eyes
You crushed his eyes
like red mixed wine in an artist drawings
Crushed into a frame with calmness
to bring aches to his loins
You gaze fully with cost
tearing apart
foundations of his lust
Though seem more attractive
than the home mate
eyes so seductive
tops like mountains
lollipop lips
tongue like fountains
he sees her
through blindness
of her stair
soothing and calm
but her end
is charm slam
Now Achilles is crushed
You deep blue sea.
Like little boat he floated on you
You turned an iceberg
And without control crushed him apart
Made him a derailed train
ignited coals to kill
Like a man's beard
He burning
like bread.
O concubine
Of thine
End
Is a dark tunnel.
And the men
You be crushed
21/4/2020
The family all gathered to consort
as the doctors turned off all life supports.
They moistened her lips with a lollipop.
Shortly after her breathing stopped.
She looked at peace, her eyes fixed far away,
not a trace of pain on her face that day..
She lingered for a farewell kiss,
was so well loved, would be sorely missed.
Hovering above her vessel so worn, aware
of their wails as they deeply mourned.
The room now empty, absolutely stark,
her lifeless body alone in the dark..
She sensed a bright light and embraced
her journey as the hospital staff
placed her body on the gurney..
A lollipop, she wanted to devour
But her painted lips were tainted and sour
Goodness sakes alive
She broke out in hives
Hidden by a mask, she chose to cower
Inside her mouth the lollipop was stuck
But her joy of sucking had run amuck
She pulled and she jerked
Nothing she did worked
What a terrible time for rotten luck
Photographs were taken and passed around
Many folks found them to be quite profound
Her weepy eyes held tears
Visible were her fears
As the lollipop sucker, she's renowned
Not exactly the best way to gain fame
I heard tell she has never been the same
Had to move out of town
Became a circus clown
She's called Candy, after changing her name
From memory's gentle and sun-drenched haze,
A tapestry woven of cat-filled days.
They prowl through the heart, a paw print each one,
Leaving love in their wake when their time here is done.
First, JakJak, a strange and wonderful cat,
A creamy striped tabby, a lovable brat.
So full of affection, a quirky sweet soul,
Making all of us laugh and making our days whole.
Then KiKi, my talky thing, black and so white,
Who answered my words with all of her might.
A conversation, a meow, a gentle reply,
A voice that will live on beneath the sky.
Next, Sophie, my shadow of silvery gray,
Who followed me closely throughout every day.
A lover of yarn and a soft, purring friend,
Whose love and devotion knew no end.
Tuffy, so old, and a comfort so deep,
A gray and white hug that I long to keep.
Content in my arms, with his gentle, sweet gaze,
A quiet companion through all of our days.
The queenly Aieka, a mischievous sprite,
A black calico shadow, a queen of the night.
She ruled with a whisper, a mischievous gleam,
A beautiful spirit, a mischievous dream.
And Kimba, the tabby, with fur striped and bold,
A wild outdoor heart, a story untold.
He roamed in the fields, but came home for a plea,
For cuddles and warmth, and a moment with me.
The wild one, Lollipop, a boisterous delight,
A calico blur, a flash in the light.
She's dainty outside but a chaos within,
A pick-up-me queen where her love can begin.
And silent Tinkers, a black and white friend,
Who watches the world 'til the sun's gentle end.
She sleeps in her box, a cozy warm space,
Just a cat keeping to herself with quiet grace.
Each one a unique and beautiful friend,
A story of love that will never quite end.
They live in our hearts, a meow or a purr,
The softest of memories, wrapped up in fur.
Sugar-plum Fairy
Yes, Honeydew Melon
Light of My Life
Prithee, Lovely Lamb Chop
Rainbow Lollipop
Yes, Peppermint Treat
Delightful Daffodil
Prithee, Amorous Amethyst
O, Sunshine and Starlight
Yes, Wonderful One
Would it be too much to ask
Whatever you'd like
Could I possibly request
I am eternally yours
Would you possibly be so good as to
Your wish is my command
Could you possibly find it in your heart of hearts
I live only to serve you
G R O W I N G A N X I E T Y
M O U N T I N G F R U S T R A T I O N
S T U N N E D S I L E N C E
D E A D L Y D I S C O M F O R T
I'm afraid I've forgotten, possum-face
Whatever, skunk-breath
Wow is this for real, my boy lollipop,
My best ever destination, da, da da da,
Is a trip to the park
I love it when it gets dark,
Da da da da,
My boy lollipop.
I want to see the big five,
Then adrenaline will pump,
On which I thrive.
I love it, i love it, I love it so,
Da da, da, da, da, da da da,
When i see a star constellation,
And clear skies,
Even the milky way,
I want you to know,
This feeds my always
Active imagination,
Da, da, da da,
My boy lollipop.
I have missed the roar of the lion,
In the early morn,
We get up, shower, that was our alarm,
Am I right my boy lollipop,
And the gentle, long lashed giraffes,
Da da da da,
I long for an elephant’s trumpet,
Da da da da,
My boy lollipop
Hey sweet hubby lollipop,
For you I desire,
Hope we see buffalo in herds,
And a Dung Beetle carrying turd,
Da, da da da,
You always set my heart on fire,
My boy lollipop
The soar of the fish eagle by the river,
A leopard chasing its kill
Hey my boy lollipop,
He carries it up a tree
And eats his fill,
Da, da, da da,
Oh, how I love the Kruger Park,
From my first visit with you
I fell in love
My boy lollipop.
Will we see hyenas or wild dogs,
Da, da, da da
Will it be sunny and hot
Cold nights or not,
Tell me my boy lollipop
Will you be wild with me
We are in the wild so let it be,
My hubby lollipop.
Da da da da.
Wart hogs are so cute
They squeal with delight or fear,
And rhinos, surely
We’ll see lollipop dear,
Once remember, we saw two
Baboons fiercely fighting,
There’s so much more,
Let’s wait and see
Da, da, da da, da da da,
Will you buy be some candy,
If I promise you, clothes
Will be scanty.
Have my silly cap on, tomorrow going to the Kruger Park.
The da da da’s is the background music.
Inspired by the song my boy lollipop sung by Millie Small,
A hit in 1964.
Big five is when you have spotted elephants, lions, rhinos
Leopards and buffalo.
Marshmallow cotton candy clouds drift on by
In the vast azure skies so blue
I dream each night that I can fly
And I’m looking down on you
With gossamer wings I’d float on the breeze
Whilst the man in the moon winks an eye
I’d land on the top of lollipop trees
Oh I love looking down from the sky
I can see Rudolph and the other reindeer graze
On clouds of carrots and sweet mince pies
Santa would tell me of his pre Christmas days
Before he goes flying high in the skies
Snow coloured storks have babies to deliver
Now I’ve seen them here so I know it’s true
Babies are wrapped in blankets so they don’t shiver
Before they are delivered down on earth to you
I eat pie in the sky from a rainbow coloured dish
The silver lining of clouds keep me warm
Everywhere the eye can see is filled with flying fish
And pink fluffy pigs fly around in a swarm
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