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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
near the corner of First Street, where blackberries grew
a field claimed by youngsters was crosshatched with tracks.
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with fox-tails
and the children's bare feet had constructed thin trails,
cupping deep paths that were littered with smiles,
deep in the amber of tall weeds and dry grass.
It wasn't too far from the patched wire fence
that hemmed the backyard of my Grandmother's house.
Westerly whirlwinds would rattle the ragweed,
while seeds of the bull-thorns, that prickled our toes,
would spread with the tumbleweeds, now tossed into rows
like last winter's snowmen, worn to the bone
There were traces of honeysuckle mixed with wild rose
from Grandma's old arbor, that loomed in the distance
A rusty old weather vane like a merry-go round
would spin like a top that might never stop
The ivy was overgrown, and a sleepy old hound
would snooze by the clothesline, in shade he had found
But, deep in the field, was a land of our own
A place we called 'Neverland', a loft in this poem
In the yoke of one tree, with the help of our dad
was a fort built of scrap wood, from piles by the shed.
And by hook or by crook, I would take all commands
While my brother's brewed brainstorms, and his black plastic hook,
assigned him the Captain, while I was the crew
of a ramshackle galleon, brought to life from our books
While I dangled in air, from a tired old swing
"Tinker", my name...in this masculine game..
I would push off, while he pulled me, right up to the sky
and into the branches, with leaves in my eyes......
I would fly to the depth's of a steel gray-blue sky
I would grovel, and shovel, to have his approval........
for he was much older, much wiser than me
I would play like a tomboy,.....shove doll-drums away
Such sweet summer days,......while bright splintered rays
of hot summer sun, would spotlight our play.
We would stay until twilight, to watch the sun die
Defying all gravity.......I could see to eternity
Tootsie Pops clung to the tip of our tongues
while the sun of the twilight, dipped over the dunes
and the call of our mother, slipped over the moon
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You Came into My Life
And Turned it Upside down
You Taught Me How to Smile
But I Also Learned to Frown
We Were on a Merry go round
Going Round and Round
'Till I Couldn't Clearly See
And I Felt like I Would Drown
I Didn't Know from Day to Day
What Tomorrow Would Bring
If You Would Have a Job
Or If We Would Own a Thing
There Finally Came a Day
When Everything Just Quit
I Wasn't Even Too Concerned
When You Threw Your Biggest Fit
I Packed My Bags and Left
And Bid You a Last Adieu
I Had to Have Some Peace
And I Couldn't Have it with You
So I Went out of Your Life
And Turned it Upside down
You Taught Me How to Smile
But I Didn't like the Frown.
Connie Moore
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This poem is about our inability to avoid eventualities. The sooner we can accept them, the sooner we can prepare for them. In the darkness is where the light will be revealed.
You were born, and like it or not, you're going to die
don't claim to be human, if you lack the capacity to cry
by wasting time, this precious of commodities goes lost
only as life comes to an end, you understanding its cost
A poem with a vision, control the fear, make a decision
when surrounded by doubt, you anticipate the collision
by coming face to face, you're forced into a confrontation
always finding yourself rushed by others, your frustration
That light at the end of the tunnel, thinking where it can be
but more often than not, a mirage is all that you really see
trying to transform reality, but life is only a merry-go-round
until you meet your soul, then existence becomes profound
This world is about foreseeing eventualities, that's where we're all headed
whether for good or bad, the choices we make will forever be embedded
no secrets exist in the world above, and much depends on just what we do
so look forward in making the right decisions, and those merits they accrue
How deceptive we humans are, passively content with maintaining our status
until we're put to the challenge, and in need of all that emotional apparatus
there's simply no escape, so we must face the music, learn to accept reality
our ultimate demise has already been decided, death is an absolute formality
So live for the present, and focus on the good waiting for you on the road ahead
while never forgetting, there's plan and purpose in all the good that you spread
rejoice in life and in all the good that you do, as your Creator awaits your return
destined to find true happiness, a happiness that only yearning souls can discern
Once I stumbled upon a place
Overgrown with brambles and thorns
But there was a rusty old gate
Tattered and torn
....just hangin' around
I entered with wonder
Just wanting to discover something new
Many reasons to leave
But I had nothing else to do
...just clamoring about
I got lost in the silence
The noise was profoundly loud
Playing in the darkness
Away from the crowd
...just being sound
Deep in the thick of sorrow
I saw a merry-go-round
I cleared the weeds
And ran upon your ground
...with pattering feet
I looked north and saw a swing
The chains squeaked and moaned
I pushed off to meet the sky
When I heard the wind groan
...with flapping wings
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed
I watched as the playground emerged
I squealed in delight
As I indulged the childish urge
.....to play
............where
I wondered what I was doing
In that forbidden place
But it was abandoned
And I was extended grace
.....to play
..........there
The time to play...is over
I still have questions, but I've laid them down
I am grateful for the playground
Where the love of a man, I found
...and it is beautiful
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-27-2018
What life means to me
A pearl of dewdrop
that shines with each sunrise,
A string of hope
that can sustain any height,
Much joys, little sorrow
sweet, bitter or sour,
This I learnt in school
where I was taken a fool.
I would say its a merry go round
a whirlpool sure to drown,
Lots of ideas put to reality
vibrant colours its vitality,
Love, the immortal soul
with it you can live whole,
Crazy thoughts put to pen
critiques know better then.
A fragrant breeze that mesmerises,
An unexpected gift that surprises,
Inhaled breath we can hold,
cherished memories manifold,
All those griefs we behold,
Each embrace and scold.
It's just that subtle emotion
a strong faith and notion
A frail body anytime can shatter,
Imprints kindness leaves on platter,
Life is this every present moment
to be lived to its full !
Written Sept 28th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Oops failed to enter contest
I dream of
my childhood
and the love !
Mom has made a picnic
and unfurls a blanket with a flick
in a green forest thick and green
beside a rippling stream scene
where birds twitter and tweet
and we pick raspberries _
as many as two little girls each carries
eating- O, they are sweet !
And here I am with my dad strolling
on an adventure expedition
pretending we are on a mission
down forest trails rocky and rolling
and another memory flashes
mom and dad are above in Heaven
and my sister left at seven
all that now remains are their ashes
and here I am playing on the swings
and then- on a fair merry-go-round
around and around ...
spinning, spinning 'till I have wings !
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August 2, 2021 - Edit
Poetry/Rhyme/Childhood Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1378-307-01
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Rhymed
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 08/02/2021
First Place
Brighter than the most powerful star
At this time of the clone of the day --
The night in which children want to play
On streets where nothing would ever mar
The excitement in patintero*.
Your borrowed light keeps them stop and go.
Your being's mystified all the world
Since humans began to ask questions.
They each had contrasting conclusions
About what you are made of and hold:
For a blurry eye, you were a star;
Curiosity sees plainly the far.
'Til some laws speak of you and the tide,
The amount of bleeding of a wound,
The Earth's sun-centered merry-go-round,
An all the principles you abide.
Silent are they in the woman's womb
And about how the hill's spring could climb.
Dexterity let the rockets fly
And told them to land on your surface,
Leaving footprints nothing can erase
But the wind of doubt and rain of lie.
They should have carried a long, long strand
And left the one end where I stand.
Your shape is malleable to sunlight
And the place in the path that you take --
New, quarters, full for calendar's sake.
Your absence is a meaningless night
For an artist wanting your crescent
In his oeuvre with a black content.
At times you affront the Sun you owe
The magnificence you have at night;
At solar eclipse you seem to fight
Or, like a large serpent, to swallow
The burning and benevolent Sun.
A pagan would loudly beat his drum.**
I am afraid that you will be lost.
Our children will never play at night.
Some small islands will be out of sight.
The unborn will choose to be a ghost.
The Earth of life will miss its best friend,
Walking the path with chaotic trend.
* Patintero is a local team game in the Philippines.
** According to some folks, the Sun is being swallowed by a large serpent during the solar eclipse.
Unbeknownst tummy why, (around
about 2200 hours October 5th, 2018),
a slew of forgotten incidents quasi
lee linkedin, and questionably
nsync, though lightly browned
with Alfred Lord Tennyson's,
"The Charge of the
Light Brigade" - ("found"
via Google search), nonetheless,
said decades old reminiscences
and remembrances, viz
early father forcefully
came barging unstoppably,
and furiously galloping
out of the blue - painfully crowned
ning me noggin like
a crash test dummy
on the prowl akin
to a frenzied blood hound
tearing at light speed - unbound
(defying laws of physics) just now
forgotten instances I feebly
try to expound
inexplicably purportedly
buried in a “mound”
long forgotten everyday details,
when all my (deux than
young restless) children abound
did with limitless energy ground
me with fatigue as the world turned,
two beautiful hearts lovingly pound
ding with oblivious innocent bliss,
ah such ordinariness unwound
recollections roared back resound
ding lee - into my mind
with out a sound
re: collections long since past
suddenly didst rib bound
did (mainly, when thee and the Punim
spent time at playground
as young little girls),
who oft times found,
ye or Shana clamoring
for this dada to push
both of thee simultaneously
on the swing or merry-go-round,
or later on during that evening,
or another occasion found
the three of us
laughing (ho...ho...ho...) as we played
one or another round
of Mancala, Uno, Scrabble,
Sorry, (where this papa clowned
no matter, he got his game pieces round
lee sent homeward bound),
those supposedly forgotten
days of yore suddenly rumbling
within thy inner sanctum all mound
joyless deep under ground
came barreling thru my psyche
analogous to a class 5 hurricane
like gang busters
lashing out and drowned
at my whole being.
To become one
Even if moonlight is broken
and wild flowers wilt
beneath a stolen sun
lost in a twilight song,
sung in off key silhouettes
along a choral reef
drenched in caramel pages
of forgotten ink...
amidst an ocean’s marathon,
waving to popsicle patrons,
melting your heart
in every sweetness now
clinging to shirt tails
of written directions
leading away
Even if they take your hand
in cotton candy promises
and merry-go-round whispers,
those of endless phrases
of love’s poetic mist
gathering about your eyes,
enticing your smile
as if they are owed it…
hear my pleas in truthful cries,
teardrop wishes
flowing steadfast feelings,
beyond any rose petal stanzas
or peppermint verses
of unfelt meanings in
penned deception
luring you…
and walk with me,
so I may show you a place
among the hidden forests
and daffodil daydreams,
where you will know
my love is real,
where affection’s map
leads to a wondrous
treasure of happiness,
where the moon and stars
dance pirouettes
in tempo with
our hearts…
where we may
invite eternity
to become one…
with us
Good night Soupers
Have a great weekend
See you again on Monday
A full moon is shining, tethered and swinging
I'm holding a ticket. Bells seem to be ringing
Somehow the landscape, whitewashed in winter
is distorting the thicket all buried by glitter
Crickets are chanting, as if it were summer
tho' snowflakes are dancing, and fall to the ground
Softly, they're humming a song I remember
A scene so familiar, but reason confounds me
In a flurry of color, in a figment, unplanned
words that I know, like the back of my hand
are whispered by someone whose face I can't see...
slurred, but with candor, in faint reverie
She points and I see it,... not far in the distance
A merry-go-round with no one to ride
Calliope music is making me cry
The same song is playing, so lovely and frail
A tune that I know, but my memory fails
I climb on a horse, with a bright gilded mane
I am fooled by a mythical fairytale scheme
My horse springs alive from it's once wooden throne
And off we will ride to the shores of the moon
We ride into night, with a storybook notion
until dawn's cruel illusion swallows the dream...
Where everything perfect, supreme and sublime,
is hiding a secret that daylight denies ~
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