Long Simple pleasures Poems

Poems about Children VI

Playmates
by Michael R. Burch

WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours,
we spent endless hours with simple toys,
and the sorrows and cares of our indentured days
were uncomprehended . . . far, far...

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When it comes to money, why do people speak poverty over their lives and have the fear of not having it?
People speak, I don’t know what I’m gonna do
That’s all I got 
I don’t know...

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Meditation Prayer
By Sandi Hoot

As I lay or sit still
With my eyes closed body relaxed, I visualize a very deep
Purple light surrounding my entire existence.  I feel a connection between my energy and the almighty's....

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Opening 
Fourth street and the divide meet 
Near the stream where it's waters Impede 
Five metres walk from the wooden bridge 
A little further away from the deserted car park 
Underneath the third tree with...

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Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I...

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finding shapes in clouds
or four-leaf clovers in fields . . .
the child’s eye searches

What does it mean to view life through a child’s eyes? For me it means searching for things of wonder to revel...

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What will I pack for lunch at work?
I gather healthful foods in the morning:
Nuts? Dark chocolate? A salad with croutons?
Perhaps organic crackers with cheese
or maybe a nice sandwich -
tuna, egg salad, or a BLT.
Driving home,...

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I swear there’s no heaven
I’m just twenty seven

Two toddlers, never married
Two fathers, my life far too harried

I bartend and wait tables
My life doesn’t resemble storybook fables

I live stressed out with fatigue
I often wonder if I’m...

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Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I...

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Playmates
by Michael R. Burch
 
WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours,
we spent endless hours with simple toys,
and the sorrows and cares of our indentured days
were uncomprehended . . . far, far away ....

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I am here now
Presence my companion
Rising I put my two feet
On the ground
I give thanks as I open my eyes
To this new day
A divine delicious smile 
Trickles upward animating my mouth

How glorious to be here
At...

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How will they remember us 
Those born after the war. 
What will they say about us.

Will they fully grasp the level of our sell out
Our denial of simple pleasures to our children,
Not letting them know...

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yes, this daft punk pink animal from farm ville will newt axe
any thank u mooch positive word does not rick choir whet backs
now i hold out virtual fig leaf tub buffer 
   end...

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There is a place to call our own.
A sweet dwelling, with fields of daisies.
Golden perfume rising upward,
Spreading buds cloaked in sunny rays,
Only to impart us with
A romantic closing. Honey bees lazily
Buzzing upon the morning’s red...

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You ever had a day off from work where God placed it upon your heart to go walking with Him? Well, I did just that today. I started my walk in this beautiful subdivision. After...

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At nights we’d sit out on the balcony drinkin
Breathin
That thick mug air
Of a New Orleans summer evening.
Livin as easy
As they’d let us
In the bowels of the Irish Channel
Where magnolias bloom all year long
Amidst the cracked...

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She walks with grace and poise
A smile that spreads joy and noise
The kind that lifts the soul aloft
In its warmth, we could bask for days on end

Her eyes shine bright like stars
Reflected in that smile,...

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I must’ve went wrong somewhere,
Becoming too much to bare,
Everything’s been lost,
My soul was the cost.
This mess burnt up my last shred of sanity,
I long for it to be cleaned,
There’s only one I trust,
Longing change before...

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Many British Thermal Units needed...

To heat these lovely bag of bones
more so than required to generate clones
aging musculoskeletal physique groans
kvetching synonymous nsync with exactly
indistinguishable among where generic
garden variety alter kocker and/or like
mummified Pharaoh moans.

Hence, I...

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On a regular day some girl catches your eye,

You feel you gotta be with her or you gotta at least try,

Eventually she enchants you and engulfs your heart,

You can't see it's the beginning of you...

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Paint me a picture,
Call it what you will.
Draw me summer’s clouds
Outside my windowsill.
A splash of wine on the horizon,
A sapphire to form the sea.
A dash of honey for the sun
That shines so bright for me!
A...

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Hopalong was a frog
Who dreamed of a better life
Dreaming of a kiss from a princess
Who he could take for a wife
 
Now, dreams don’t often come true
But this was his lucky day
It just so happened...

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It’s a pleasure to walk out on a Winter’s day,
When the cold air bites, and deep snow’s here to stay!
To hear the wind howling through the bare trees,
Perhaps hear the sound of a chickadee sneeze!
But...

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When I was a child,
summer at my Aunt Joanne’s
meant staying out as late as it took the sun to set!
And mostly with my cousin Chris,
I threw a baseball back and forth
with exhilaration each time I...

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The sun dappled patio 
     irresistibly beckoned 
     pillowed pad to bedeck 
     cement spongsbob
     square pant sized couch...

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