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Young Swedish School girl
Greta Thunberg
Climate change protester
Is surely a sticky topic to discuss
Due to her admirable her intentions
But does a burgeoning teenager
Really have the ability to comprehend the actual facts surrounding such a complex diverse topic
And should the world's media outlets really be listening or giving her airtime
Or is this merely just a good will
news story that no 1 should question
Because no 1 should question the great intentions of young people
Even if there facts and statements
are ill informed
Or rather would the children she is amassing to
march and stay off school
Not be better served staying in and
learning more about these things
Do you still hurt and cry
become overwhelmed by a sigh
Are you pining for the past
perhaps life’s going too fast
Want to get swept off your feet
feel your heart skip a beat
Fall in love once more
open another painful door
Do you miss being single
want to meet friends, and mingle
Would you like to be with child
or a teenager going wild
Is death occupying your mind
maybe your lost, or confined
Do you spend all day in bed
are there voices in your head
Tell me please! let’s work it out
I can exorcise your doubt
Just then!! the mirror replies
it’s best, we break off all ties
By
David Kavanagh
01/20/23
COMMON Interests
Kim and I were both taught to be good girls, and we both believe in God and humanity.
We use long poetical rhyming words like insanity, vanity and profanity.
Both of us like the outdoors, and know there are dangerous things like gravel and snakes out there,
Which will jump up and bite our bare feet and bare toesies without a “I’m sorry” or a care.
Our jester-side is actually in charge of the whole family, and maybe the neighbors too.
We are so terrific wearing this hat, that we conduct whole armies, red, gray, orange and blue.
We both enjoy the Beatles – Yellow Submarine, is a favorite of mine, and that’s no fib.
I was a young teenager when they landed in the states, Kim,you heard them in your pink baby crib.
We agree on second, third, and maybe even fifteen chances for people whom we love.
We like imagery that includes billowy clouds, faeries, and a charismatic turtle dove.
We like Dr. Seuss’ Books, especially ‘Horton Hears A Who’ and ‘The Star Belly Sneetches’,
And we would not turn down a free vacation at wonderful South Carolina beaches.
We do our best to comment on other’s poems with genuineness and love, to an entire group.
Our tastes are similar; we love art, music, gardening, animals and especially Poetry Soup.
Key words: good girls, God, rhyming words, jester, Beatles, love, faeries, Dr. Seuss, love, art
Gardening, animals, Poetry Soup
Written: May 1, 2018
we’re always surrounded by art, i realized this as a child walking through the massachusetts city’s. i remember seeing your everyday buildings with the beautiful moonlight and being in awe- how could we forget something so simple yet beautiful exists all around us? as a teenager i took photographs of buildings- cars and the heavens above. i never totally understood how others couldn’t- how you could see something so beautiful and simple and not be in complete awe? i remember hearing people say “she’s taking another photograph of the same sky!” and feeling a bit sorry for them- that they couldn’t view something so treasurable and beautiful as me. i felt sorry they lacked the volume in there souls to admire the soil we walk on. the simplicity of it all, how could one’s soul never yearn for a deeper meaning in life? how could the poets forget something so simple around them? the grocery store owned by your neighbor- the park near your house. if you look for it deep enough the beauty is always there surrounding you in a shield of emotions and empathy, how could someone never yearn for more of the beauty around them?
The Infant won’t paint, cried out the Father;
he sensing an otherworldly genius
in the toddler’s eyes.
The painterly parent bought paper, acrylics,
oils, brushes, chalks, and crayons…
not even a finger painting emerged.
The child steadfastly refused to paint.
The father exclaimed:
“For the glory of God why not paint!”
His offspring turned away to suck his thumb.
Days past…years.
The child grew to be a sullen teenager.
He began to write poetry – and such woeful,
doleful poetry!
Exclamation marks rose up in heaven
as thick as bamboo forests.
His father read them, and his face grew ashen
with a sickly alarm.
The poems spoke of phantasmagorical visions,
hordes of screaming demons dismembered
herds of hapless humans.
Abysmal were the visions unleashed
from the boy’s erupting consciousness.
Presentiments flew up from the pages
as horrid as the blood-red dragons of Hades.
After reading his son’s latest works
the father exclaimed:
“For God’s sake, NEVER paint!”
He took the young man for long walks in the country,
forced him to join a local soccer team,
suggested a military career,
alas
the boy began to paint.
ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
“When you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort of rose-colored glasses…”Jordana Brewster
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In memory’s soft glow,
the TV screen flickers alive,
time stretches like taffy,
the theme song lingers, a melody
transporting me through the portal of childhood.
The laughter of a cartoon,
the adventure of a western,
the wisdom of a sitcom,
a sprinkle of magic dust,
and suddenly, the mundane was extraordinary.
In the sepia tones of nostalgia,
I find a bittersweet truth:
the rose-colored glasses
tint the past with warmth,
softening the edges of reality.
those moments, though fleeting,
are the roots of who I am,
the laughter still lingers,
and the magic?
It lives on, like a rerun.
The church I went to as a teenager
was full of sex.
It seeped through the worn wooden pews
into the pours of our skin
It filtered through the sunlit air.
The aroma of young girls at prayer
was overpowering for an adolescent boy,
yet only now in my own old age
do I recall how the older members
of that congregation,
how with closed eyes and backs arched,
seemed to be holding onto
some sudden and unexpected arousal;
that orgasmic instant
was called ‘feeling the Spirit of the lord,’
a sort of magnetic and divine experience,
but now I know it as
that very same energy as sexual pleasure,
and consider this ‘knowing’ as not a blaspheme
but a gifted glory
one just as powerful as prayer
and capable of a much greater holiness.
I have no clue if your going to read this well I guess you cant because I'm 17 now hears what I'd say to you if I could go back.
Life sucks and eventually your going to figure that out pretty soon.
don't do drugs sweetie you don't need them they will just make things worse i know at first it seems like they will solve your problems but it only created worse ones and your episode's have gotten worse after you quit.
Don't date Ashton he wont stay with you for very long, I know how much your hurting and how much you want to let it all out and make it disappear but that's not going to happen you just have to keep moving when it gets tough,
Dear teenager self I'm sorry for all the pain you've gone though and still are going though I wish I could turn back time and do it all over again with the knowledge I have now.
I wish I was there to help you I know I'm not good enough as is to help you but if I could help you then I would and if I did that then none of the suffering and pain you've gone though would disappear never of happened.
But think if I did help you then you wouldn't be the person you are today your strong in your own ways I believe that one day you will look back and realize that not everything that has happened has been all that bad.
The very first automobile that I ever owned,
Was a 1937 Ford sedan that was many times preowned!
I bought it when I was a junior in high school as I recall.
It would do about 55 miles per hour with the pedal to the wall!
I paid two hundred and fifty bucks for that snazzy set of wheels.
I worked at a grocery and a gas station to pay for that deal of deals!
Now, in my feckless youth, a plain lookin' vehicle wouldn't do,
So I adorned it with useless gewgaws to express my point of view!
First thing I installed was a fanciful knob on the steerin' wheel,
And not a few times it rapped my knuckles and made me squeal!
I had a pair of chrome spotlights to give it a modicum of sex appeal!
On the tailpipe was a gadget that projected a thunderous peal!
I had twin aerials installed, one for show and one for radio operation.
Attached to each was a foxtail that evoked curious fascination!
I affixed rear wheel fender skirts and mud flaps with red reflectors,
White sidewalls, fancy gearshift knob and feelers to act as curb detectors!
I had a guy install a horn that played, "Mary Had A Little Lamb!"
Cops thought it a nuisance and on many occasions it got me in a jam!
Dad told me that buyin' such stuff was foolish but I was havin' a ball!
(Years later, I myself found that you can't tell a teenager anything at all!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Christmas has it's candy canes and chocolate Santa Claus doll
Easter with it's Peeps and jelly bird eggs can get a little dull
But do you recall the greatest candy Holiday of all...
Through the dark of night guided by a dim flashlight
going house to house with an earnest plea
As your hand clutches your treasured bag
disguised and masked to fool all
Haunted by witches goblins ghouls monsters, pirates
and a pink fairy, you step up to each door and knock
As it creeps open an over joyful adult in an ill fitting costume
waits for your magic chant of "Trick or Treat" before they add
to your heavy bag, bursting with candies you eagerly
flee to the next houses garnished with morbid and spooky
decorations to add to your sweet booty.
Finally your inner time clock tells you to weave your way home
through the darken street crowded with costume children and parents
and the dreaded teenager lurking to spot a stray and steal their candy
But you had a plan route and made it home safe into your locked room
upon your bed you spill forth the bounty of a nights loot
Root beer barrels and candy corn
circus peanuts and licorice give to mom and dad
For you got a Whopper and Reese cups a Kit Kat or two
Mike and Ike and good ole Baby Ruth
Snickers, Heaths and Junior Mints
What a Pay Day looks like a 100 Grand
Twizzlers and Skittles and Lemon Heads
Starburst and tootsie rolls overflow your bed
Nestle Crunch and Krackle and a 3 Musketeers
Hershey Kisses and Sweet Tarts to share
Wax candies and Milk Duds and jelly beans
Airheads with jawbreakers makes you scream
Snickers, Butterfingers and Lolli pops
Twixs and Milky Ways and even a box of Dots
Smarties and Zeros a Hot Tamale or two
Jolly Ranchers and Chuckles and Sour Patch Kids rude
Blow Pops, Runts, Nerds Laffy Taffy on my bed
M&M's, Stripes gum and a Mr. Goodbar
The greatest Halloween haul by far
So many gums and jellies and chews
chocolates, marshmallows and gummy bears too
Halloween a sugar treat for every dentist and kid
That night I slept with my candy in my bed.