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I've worked with children all my days,
The things they say sure do amaze.
"How did the baby get in you?
Will it come out with your poo?"
"You'll need much more loo paper than me,
Your bottom is so big you see."
"Why's that man got a towel* on his head,
Has he just got out the shower?" she said.
"Granny's got a prickly chin,
When she kisses it hurts my skin."
"When I'm grown up how will I know
To talk like you." she said in woe.
In the garden she did appear,
A sanitary towel to her head adhered.
"You said they're for headaches." she said with pride.
Oh my goodness how I cried.
On a visit to the beach,
"Not that sandpit." she did beseech.
"Oh no the bridge has got a leak."
When she saw a puddle underneath.
"I banged my head." she did shout,
"All my little thoughts will come out."
Oh children, children I do decree,
That life is fun when you are three.
* turban
For Three Year Old Thoughts Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
In the late 1960’s, Granny washed dishes
By hand – no dishwasher for her;
Though she often had her daughter wash
Who was 10 years older than I was
Who I followed every waking hour
Who I loved as only a sister is loved
Who I would always, to this day, admire
She was the one who taught me everything –
To dream, to paint, to dance, to pray
She was the courageous, outgoing, fireball
I was quiet and shy, a curly haired introvert
~
When she washed dishes after supper
I stood by her side, on a stool which lifted me
High enough to put my hands on the side
Where the rinse water would be poured.
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My Granny was faithfully sanitary to say the least
She rinsed her dished with boiling water from the stove
And that was just what my aunt-sister did that day
As I screamed from the pain that caused those
Angry blisters over my small arms and hands.
Oh beware the villian in 2022.' Thats what the trusted news outlets told you..And why
Not beleive them, they have always done concientious reporting, as you knew they would.' Oh despite no mention of mass infection when Russian troops moved into the Donbass..Whose leaders had requested this..But its not what western media on the drainstream saturated us with in hourly blasts.' Meanwhile con-vid never killed many-bodies on the battlfield
Despite un-sanitary conditions, yet truth can never yeild.' Then Putin advised there were bio-labs He'd captured ' that had made the nu-vou flu, of twenty twenty two
The western media claimed, this was only
Lies he had invented.? Then he said he had
Freed thousands of children, who would have gone to unspeakable fates.' Drainstream media interjected and were most irate.' They said he was a kidnapper.'
He countered that it was rather zelensky, backed by.??? Satanist western leaders.' And boy did they deny it all.' Like pure truth
They had invented.' They asked him why he
Held them still.? He said he was under sanctions by ( deceptive shills ) then they attacked with tanks, with german soldiers in them in full uniform, yet he did not give in.' They said he was 'teaching the kids he was holding Russian' he replied they needed to ask for requirements, ain't that
Something.? Well i suppose some might want milk, or bathroom effects, or clothes
Laundered, should they just grunt? And bang their heads.' So cummunication we see was needed.'
Intelligeble sentances could be
Un-impeded.'
So what do you say..Out in audience
land
'Could all be not as scripted ?) So
over to
You, do think and say.'
Call it a requiem, dirge or elegy,
Lament, funeral song of eulogy,
On failing, dying light and last hurrah,
Maybe the last polite vah vah!
Once, a focal point of a family,
A device that brought it close together,
That not ere long a radio used to be,
Family fulcrum, pivot or tether!
Ere, youngsters were hooked to open-air games,
Later on replaced by digital ones
That made the able-bodied walking lames,
Each hooked on to a personal brand of funs.
Time was when the centre of gravity
Was food and frolics on a dining table,
That the Idiot Box had usurped; pity
That meal was munched with the fair served on cable!
One would recall, when ads for condoms came,
When sanitary naps ads became bold
In front of whole family, shorn of shame,
Children looked down on food plates, feeling cold.
Later on when times changed, unlike the old,
Children would look like: we-know-it-all-cool,
You were the prime piece of estate to hold,
You made, TV, an incredible pull.
The changing times then took a giant’s stride
When entertainment was no more social,
But more and more individual, personal,
You no more were, well, a newly-wed bride.
No doubt you too tried to be somewhat smart,
Yet, failed to compete with PCs and phones
That grew smarter, closer to users’ heart,
What can be done when changing times change tunes?
Today you’re far from your olden glory,
You try your hard to imitate smart phones,
Follow trodden treads, eyes tired and bleary,
O social outcast that house-corners owns!
Just one tap ah varied channels to change,
Enlarge a visual, or volume in mind,
One can command things of a varied range,
Alas, future does not seem to you so kind.
O pale shadow of your olden grandeur,
You no more are than a mere magnifier.
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Requiem |01.11.2021| elegy
Poet’s note: It may still be rather too early, but good old Idiot Box is on the way out. Here’s a requiem, maybe writ rather too early.
Sprawling eagles' wings of freedom glean upon this God blessed land.
Huckleberries abound upon rich forest tapestry.
Salmon spawn in glistening waters aplenty.
Indigo mountains are crowned with crisp doilies.
Laughing waves clap upon coastal pebbles and sands,
with dunes designating an anticipated vacation.
Flatlands form the heartland foundation.
Demographically diverse are we.
Prideful skyscrapers collide with weather of every sort.
Churches, temples, cathedrals, and synagogues safely abide in city scenes.
A smorgasbord of aromatic awe permeates food cart streets, as authentic and varied as American souls.
With skin, hair, and eyes preciously unique, we share similar pleasures.
Churros, gyros, spatzle, spring rolls, kielbasa, pizza, and tikka masala kababs burst with awaited flavor.
Aquatic centers, theaters, stadiums, museums, amusement parks, festivals, and malls sprawl
with leisure excitement.
Families thrive as children are taught to read and write and parents sacrificially provide food, clothing, and a sanitary shelter.
We are free to own land, raise animals, and harvest from our garden.
Founded on Christian principles and faith, we work hard to earn our signature grandeur and pray hard to keep it.
1-3-2020
At 13 years of age, a pamphlet
Showed up in my home.
My mother bought it, not to be
The subject of a poem.
It was intended to explain
(A lecture would be worse)
The facts of menstruation,
Often called the “woman’s curse.”
Modess, a manufacturer
Of sanitary pads,
Produced the booklet; it cost
Just a quarter; they made scads.
The title always bothered me,
For what would be the need
To try to get young girls to like
A messy monthly bleed?
A novel I am reading
Brought this little pamphlet back.
A character is using it
For knowledge she does lack.
It’s rare to find a copy
So on Amazon they’re hiking it
To almost 90 bucks, another
Reason for not liking it.
Speak of the dental
A really weird visit to the pain and philosophy chair
Sparkles and earned stars, for another purpose under the stars
Has no choice, but to know how a hungry mouth has a sigh to fare
Seek and you shall find, open and say aaahhh, a new pain in the ass that can
With the emphasis of numbness and hurry, to catch a tooth's pride
In the act of hurt and fate, to get rid of a chance encounter with mysteries man?
Live and let live say I, the fate you are composing is a speed that begins to cry
Angels and hosts of decisions to appear, and dread the coming road to oblivion
Time in retrospect for faster control, the strength to fashion is hate's judgment
Moving so fast and ready to confirm itself a problem, of a worldly season of lies and living
Coming and going in joy and purpose, to help the speed of truth pass by alet
So, mouthful of possibility...
What has the moment of pride to come clean?
Like forever in a sanitary dish, the future has named us a real dizziness
Mumble, mumble spit in trouble, the truth of my pain on the double, is your the devil mean...
So dentist of truth, why the little white lie?
Seemingly the voice of me to prove, the lie of my fascination is your bad breath
Liberty, staunchness, sanity, sharing and wholesomeness; to profess a prudent crime
Having one less tooth, is my soul desire to get rid of a curious lie in the face of death?