Long Playhouse Poems
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I want to see what my old-dusty playhouse looks like.
It has been kept forever in the attic – it’s a 90’s childlike!
It’ll be such a delight to travel three decades backward.
But those were my years back when I kept looking forward.
I cared about nothing but dillydally games all day.
I liked to act mature because I was good at role-play!
My fellow kids did funny chores and I thought they were good.
They sliced grasses and roots; they turned into food.
The whole day was short to talk about lies with excitement.
There was pure joy in our eyes – it was such fulfillment.
I thought of that playhouse as a wistful piece of my life.
Those little memories inside will still live in my afterlife.
Contest Name: The Good Old Days Poetry Contest
Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n eighteen plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.
Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance of yours truly doth belie
residual sadness easily prompted
can easily trigger me to cry
linkedin when grim reaper gloated
October 7th, 2020
ye did somewhat peacefully die
though methinks immortality
I did briefly espy,
when miracles of modern medicine
tried, but could not
stave off mortality nor fortify
depredations of aging concerning
one wunderkind whose accomplishments
laudatory when a young handsome guy,
whose intelligence scored high
native talent aptitude tests did imply.
The late Boyce Brandon Harris
exhibited prolific talents at young age
aside being scholastically gifted,
acquiring graduate degree
courtesy Columbia University,
freshly minted mechanical engineer
(he admirably ranked within
uppermost percentile academically),
I hashtag thy mine deceased father
(a polymath - jack-of-all-trades),
who possessed (née excelled)
at diverse creative abilities.
Aside from being schooled
as mechanical engineer,
(which courses in mathematics and science
he passed with flying colors)
his mind genetically bequeathed
to craft almost anything under the sun
evidenced first by yours truly,
the second offspring and sole son
who ofttimes felt intimidated
at being in presence
of said Renaissance man.
Handicrafts included
expending blood, sweat, and tears
to craft multitude of projects;
i. building me Flintstone (foot powered)
car with wooden license plate.
ii. making playhouse for all three
of us - his progeny.
iii. amassing wood pile(s),
to stoke wood burning stoves
iv. designing Zayda trail for Teddy and Ruff
(two doggone mixed breed Border Collies
rescued courtesy youngest sister
at her Jacobsburg, Penna work site)
v. constructing sauna in cellar,
Natural
The party was well planned. Fun and games would be had. Mom spent many long days making candy goodies for bro's special day. Finally, the day came. Outside, my brother's friends ran and played party games. Inside the playhouse, sat Lifesaver works of art. The candies looked so cute. Some looked like little boats. Others just like wee planes. For, when the big boys' games would end, they would partake in Lifesavers and cake. Yet, the plans would be spoiled, as the wee boy's tum filled with candies that were hid in a playhouse, by mom. The boy, to avoid harm, mutely left the crime scene. Caught by a mom too smart, would she cut out his heart?
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The party was well planned.
Fun and games would be had.
Mom spent many long days
making candy goodies
for my bro's special day.
Finally, the day came.
Outside, my brother's friends
ran and played party games.
Inside the playhouse, sat
Lifesaver works of art.
The candies looked so cute.
Some were like little boats.
Others just like wee planes.
For when the big boys' games
would end, they would partake
in Lifesavers and cake.
Yet, the plans would be spoiled,
as a wee boy's tum filled
with candies that were hid
in a playhouse, by mom.
The boy, to avoid harm,
mutely left the crime scene.
Caught by a mom too smart,
Would she cut out his heart?
October’s Finale
October sets the stage for ghostly goblins – frost on pumpkins;
Black cats yowl on top of fences arching, upstage the moonlight;
Floating apparitions of wraiths soliloquies in mid-flight fright;
Full moons cast eerie – shadows lost in howling ghost light winds.
Echoes of shame like bare skeleton bones, rattle in chains
Specters of spirits roam through crumbling haunted castles
Ghost trains run again then again, over broken gobo trestles
Spooky whispers of forgotten lines in hair raising rains!
A possessed chorus line of leering pumpkins faces night
Tells a hair raising tale of a roaming headless horseman
Breaking through fourth walls to ride in a spine tingling plan
From the wings on a dark and stormy Halloween midnight
Howling hounds wake vampires who escape from coffins –
Hide from mirrors cloaked backstage with no reflection
Bubbling cauldrons cook creepy spells upon prop inspections
While spirits serenade in ad-lib on stringless mandolins.
Brittle headstones speak in lines of green lichen slime
Whispers blow out flickering lime lights of lantern candles
Graveyards draped in flowing scenes of cobweb handles
Heartbeats pound in monologues behind a scrim of fleeing time.
Haunted theater creaks with unseen footsteps mystery -
A playhouse podium for phantom encores - blocking bows -
Until twelve bells closes shut this deathly stage door somehow -
For November’s morning review that laughs at death’s lost victory.
All Hallows Eve call time when spirit sightings seem to occur -
Screeches of everlasting doom run rampant in audition -
Find their final curtain ringing down on their perdition,
Eternal life, the blessing seen, in the finale of October.
10-5-20
Contest: October
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Years ago at our cabin, when our grandchildren Damien and Taylor were young…
(Why does time so often seems so short)
the four of us with lumber from Lowes decided to build a fort.
The exact date of this undertaking…I’m so old now…I forget
I do know our two other grandchildren, Aden and Ava, weren’t in our family yet.
We built that fort one summer and what a playhouse it became…
built with our own hands…between two trees…Camp Mica was it’s name
We built it far enough away from the cabin…
where Damien and Taylor could let their imaginations fly…
but close enough, where through the woods, we could keep a watchful eye.
We even installed a zip line pulley system…making it easy for us to transport…
Nana’s home-made cookies directly to the fort.
The cabin and the fort had walkie-talkies…the plan was as simple as it was grand…
they would walkie-talkie up their order,,
and we would zip line down a basket…into their waiting hands.
Aden and Ava when they finally arrived…and were old enough to enjoy our forts design
took full advantage of the walkie-talkie and Nana’s cookies coming down the line.
But as I say time is short and our grandchildren are all grown…
the zip line was long ago taken down…and Camp Mica stands alone.
The forest has grown up around her…we can barely see her through the trees
I like to think she’s waiting patiently for another generation to appease.
She’s resting as we all are on her memories…of a time not long ago
when children climbed her ladder to play in their miniature chateau.
When they called us on their walkie-talkie…because on snacks they wanted to dine
and we gladly filled the basket and sent it down the line.
Now as I sit her looking down at that old fort…remembering the laughter and the tears
I see how just like me she has weathered a little over the years…
Yes, Camp Mica needs a little touching up…
but with a great-granddaughter on the way…it’s future is now set…
and I’ve got a little time to bring that old fort back to life…
because, it seems, she’s not done making memories yet.
team building playhouse
with my neighborhood playmates
made from coconuts
great creativity showed
while lovingly watched by dad
Aug 6, 2022 3.46pm
PS Syllable counter
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 7 7
Total # Syllables: 31
Note:
The poem was inspired by my most unforgettable and most treasured childhood memory with my playmates. I was 7 to 8 years old that time. My playmates and neighbors were Sis Gem (10 yrs old; role: mom), Bro. Edgar (9yrs. old; role: father), Blessie (6 yrs old;role: child ) and my younger bro. Jess (6yrs old; role: child). My role was one of the siblings. My dad was our watcher. This moment was so precious having him watching my safety. Sometimes, he helped us find some materials for building our playhouse. The materials were coconut leaves, coco-midribs, large and small, coconut husks, coconut shells etc.
Childhood Nostalgia
Contest Judged: 8/31/2022 2:06:00 AM
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Place 1 (up to 2nd place multi-w)
His name was Paul Reubens but many people knew him as Pee-Wee.
He was a famous entertainer and he lost his life at the age of seventy.
When he starred in Pee-Wee's Playhouse, he entertained children.
Sadly, Pee-Wee Herman has died and we will never see him again.
He starred in Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, Big Top Pee-Wee and Pee-Wee's Big Holiday.
He had a small role in Batman Returns and people are sad because he passed away.
He starred in Mystery Men and two Cheech and Chong movies as well.
He made a mistake in a movie theater in 1991 and he went to jail.
But we should forgive him for the mistakes that he made.
Pee-Wee Herman has died after living for seven decades.
[Dedicated to Paul Reubens (1952 - 2023) who died on July 30, 2023]
We had searched for empty houses to play
Haunted, not a soul in them would stay.
At far end of the village we had found one
From afar it looked mighty but undone.
Its tiled roof was broken in many a place
As nature elements weakened its timber base.
All rooms adjoined to the spiral staircase
Its grandeur once had spread far apace.
We loved to play hide and seek in there
I hid in the attic as no one came to snare.
The porch wall still had a carved rosette
In its wet groves dark moss had got set.
Ferns randomly had spiked out of creeks
We jumped high to get its bunch tweaks.
Garden in front of house lay in high weeds
once it surely had flowered many a seeds.
The majestic front door smitten with algae
Told stories in whispers as wind blew in alley.
The forlorn villa still haunts my memory
My childhood yet enconsed in its reverie.
20.7.2020
On days of childhood past
and long faded into memory,
sisters played beneath a smiling sun
in shadowed rooms of bending willows.
Dainty handkerchiefs swaddled
our Rose of Sharon infants
to keep the newborns warm;
honeysuckle spread sweet fragrance
scenting the summer playhouse
while birds trilled lullabies of joy.
Clover chains hung as garlands
to decorate our home
and snowball bushes' spread
perfumed blossoms carpeting the floors.
Simple pleasures of a simple life
we seem to have discarded
in favor of a busier, artificial plastic world
where flowers bud stale fabric blooms
on bending wires.
The evensong of the whip-poor-will is no more.
I would go back if I could harvest
the pureness of those happy hours,
distilling a rare elixir,
a medicine for our ailing times.
Copyright, November 25, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Gushing garish grin greets God’s playhouse
Enthusiastic thrust roars cacophony chorus
Onyx walls leer clown mouth, splash pounce
Mountain morose bellows waterfall raucous
Forceful pools swirl, gentle raptor glide
Cyclonic claws tug a dunked daredevil
Pop up toast, poured tea tropical slide
Drop dagger deluge, strange fish swivel
Trapped in green marble pummel frigid
Tap of gurgling bubbles bores odsidian
Eye to eye with cruel cassowary, my inquiry
Why chase your young away, are you afraid?
Aghast grips his cobalt throat, furnace fiery
Answer slips from stone, thrown to cascade
4th July
Forceful Judge