Long Pre teen Poems

I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the...

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Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane
and sang “Happy Birthday” in the rain, 
while she washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings it loud, she sings it strong,
walled in where she does...

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Your face was red and blue…hope you feel good again
When I saw you, you obviously, abruptly coughed
I couldn’t help, but remember that…I’m feeling 7 out of 10 
When I saw you smile, I knew you...

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She's not yet a pre-teen.
She is Herself everyday. 
She has no idea that anyone could hate her 
or think she is bad. 
She loves how strong she is
 and shows off her muscles proudly.
She loves...

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Day one out of the womb – had a full crop of hair,
black like my daddy’s (it later went more fair).

Early childhood – Mom kept my brown hair short
because I’d twist it into knots. What...

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*Let's Start a Noise Band with the Mailman, and We'll Call Ourselves: 
Our Noise Band with the Mailman Featuring 'Me' 
- We Can All Take Turns Being  'Me' Until Someone Gets It Right*


Here's something...

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I lived out loud, so they must have seen,
But they don’t know me, no one does.
The few I let in, must not have been
The ones I really needed, 
I discarded them as lessons learned 
–...

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Going through some old things that just had to go,
I came upon something that nearly got tossed.
Memories came to me from long ago. . . . 
I thrilled that my treasure was no longer lost.

Toys...

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I find it complicated
When I feel very much jaded
I find it oh so extremely hard these days
To express myself as a bard in many ways

It’s simply shameful to say the least
That I was introduced to...

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I live in a rose-tinted town
bowing mainly to White Western skies
bleached of blue blooded color
but also of dire Eastern dawns
with smoky red skies,
warning farmers and gardeners
taking and giving nutritional cover
under bad-blooded weather
on our way to...

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ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL AND THE TRAMP

Thousands, perhaps millions of wily, desperate tramps have always been,
But this one far away across the seas was an unusual scene,
Lying on a slab of stone,
He had no existing home,
Thin,...

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Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable 
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape 
Administer discipline with compassion entangled

Potential beckons infant innately...

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Forgotten field of forever
I knew you once . . .
in daffodil days
when I wandered in wisteria ways.
Sprightly I skipped and rarely tripped.
Hope really did spring eternal then
in the spring of my strawberry youth.

Dahlia daydreams drifted...

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G        goblins, ghouls and ghosts
H        haunted houses, blood running cold with fright
O        ornery children...

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I'm sorry 
I'm sorry 
I can't move on 

2013 Bangerz CD album cover in my head
Driving me up and down the walls instead
I'm drowned in solitude's dread...and laziness led
Led astray by foolish endeavors and knowledgable...

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One day when the sun seemed hotter than hell,
at lunch, pre-teen Goldibear started to yell.
"Who's fixing my sandwich, who's warming my soup?
and ice cream!  I want a really big scoop."

This day, no one heard...

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(Subjective Poem)

New Years comes around way to soon each year.
There is so much to do and never enough time.
I usually don’t make resolutions because –
I NEVER have been able to keep them.

I wish for many...

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The last time I had seen this particular cousin of mine, I was still in college and he had a head full of hair. In between, there had been three funerals, two weddings and four...

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The year was ‘72; Morrison had died,
yet I felt little sorrow, for when he was in his prime,
I was a pre-teen junkie for bubble-gum rock
like the songs of Herman and his Hermits, Grass Roots, Bread
and...

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3. THE PRE-TEEN YEARS

   I’ll always have fond memories, of those youthful pre-teen days
 playing hide and seek with friends, down streets and alleyways.
 Computers, Facebook, mobile phones, was words we’d never heard
but...

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I will dread October's spell
It only comes but once a year
I, my friends, have tales to tell
Thus, my family, makes me fear!!

Pumpkins, lanterns, cornstalk vases
Grace our porch with happy faces,
Some so creepy, they leave traces
of...

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A long time ago on Lovers Lane
At a young-teen party; pre-teen game
There sat this girl, know not her name
Played “Spin-the-Bottle” just the same
She had the looks; a golden mane
Her eyes were anything but plain
Her lips...

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When I was a child, I played and I romped
Went to school, did things kids do
I was a tomboy, played cowboys and such
This season of life, I loved so much

When I became a pre-teen, things...

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Age is over rated
I went from cute and cuddly
To terribly two
In the flip of a calendar
From being inquisitive
To being nosey
From pre-teen
To A TEENAGER
Meandered
Through the military
Into construction
And against the Vegas spread
Married
And became a father
AGE
That sly bastard
Has...

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people sayin we have it easy Some say fifteen is a small number
people believe that were insignificant to there adult problems
Work , Bills , Pick Up Kids , Ect..
But have you ever stopped to think...

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