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Three Year Old Thoughts

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
Form: Couplet


Lest You Err

What world most rejoices and comforts you?
What grieves your heart and disturbs your mind most?
Does the quest for beauty bewitches you?
And yes, embraces your vanity the most?

There must be such a heaven to dwell in,
The pathway to perfect felicity,
A place of pleasure and prurient sin
Enticing a feeble heart to folly.

If you are willing to commit a fault
So you should be content to make amends
And bring this deceitful wile to a halt
Before a shadow of despair descends.

Grieve at the imperfection of the man
Quashing good judgment whenever he can!


Quote 2: "A Course in Miracles"-(You may believe that you 
are responsible for what you do, but not for what you think. 
The truth is that you are responsible for what you think, 
because it is only at this level that you can exercise choice.
What you do comes from what you think.)

A Penny for your thoughts contest by Sara Kendrick
Form: Sonnet

Out of the Mouth of Babes

Nobody’s made me out a fool
Like three year olds in Sunday School.
One day I thought I’d sound real wise
And asked, “Who here likes butterflies?”

All hands shot quickly to the sky,
“I saw a yellow butterfly!”
“They eat the nectar from the flowers.”
These kids, I swear, had super powers!

“Bees turn nectar into honey,
The bee guy sells it for his money!” 
“My cousin’s mom got stung last week!”
“But honey’s good, its really sweet!”

“Chocolate’s sweet, it causes wrecks!”
“Mama says its better than sex!”
“Six is my favorite number today!
Today’s my cousin’s sixth birthday!”

Like butterflies from flower to flower
Their comments wandered for an hour
From butterflies and honey bees
To birds and squirrels in the trees.

Then Airplanes, clouds and astronauts.
“And ants live in the parking lot!”
I’ve been to college; three degrees!
Sometimes I wish that I were three.



July 7, 2017
For the “Three year olds thoughts” Contest
Sponsored by:  Brenda Chiri
© Dean Wood  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member On the Way To the Spacific

I’m sitting here inside my daddy’s car.
I sure hope that the ocean is not far.

My mom and dad are making such a fuss.
Maybe cause there’s someone new with us.

It’s someone on my Daddy’s side who came
to see us. Dang it! I forgot her name!

I’ll listen close. Her name they’re bound to say.
Just what’s that mean “on Dad’s side” anyway?

Dad’s side of what? And how long will it be
till that Spacific Ocean we will see?

We couldn’t see it last time cause of rain.
Was it Spacific? Oh, my mixed up brain!

Mom made some salty stuff for us to eat.
it’s cereal – not sweet- yet it’s a TREAT!

It’s called Chex Mix. I keep trying to choose
the curly nuts in it. (Mom says cashews!)

They’re better than plain peanuts. What a taste!
I’ll eat it all, so it won’t go to waste.

We’re all squeezed in back here, but I am by
the window, happy for this sunny day!

But suddenly are clouds, and without a sound,
when the rain pours down, Daddy turns around.

We’re heading home. I hate the sudden bang
of thunder. We won’t see Spacific! DANG!


June 27, 2017 for Brenda Chiri's 'Three year olds thoughts' Contest

*This is one of my few actual memories from when I was three years old, but I used poetic license to fill in the gaps!
Form: Couplet

Premium Member A Penny For Your Thoughts

It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Even though I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
How could I not ponder on this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.

It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.



Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
 in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Stone Ages

.                                                 in mortar of stones 

                             silent masquerades revealed…

                   recessed yesterdays

                              ..........

                the day leans heavy

                upon contemplation….

                thoughts flow as rivers

                              ...........


   breezes meander

           through castles of reflection....

                           a tiptoe through dreams





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By Carrie Richards, for Michael's "Your Thoughts" Contest
Form: Haiku

The Power of Our Thoughts Contest

Millions suffer everyday,
With depression anxiety addiction and compulsions
Therapy and drugs may calm the symptoms
But the root of the problems
Lie deep in one’s mind.

Suffocating each thought with torment and distress
A sick soul is what needs to be properly addressed
Take each thought captive and put it under arrest
Fill each negative thought with a positive 
 learn to rewire and undress.

Start with every second and watch how your thoughts will change
Bringing about better behaviors and complete healing to one’s brain
This plagues that so many have battled with for so long
Give it to God and change those old undertones

For we were born to live in great peace
Even if the world around us has constant grief
We are victorious when we start to believe His truth
Sever the ties to any trouble from your youth

No one escapes the tests in this life
But when we learn how to conquer
We can achieve all that’s ours
So start each day with a positive view
It never hurts to try something new.
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Crumbled Thoughts

Will this piece of pie 
       put me over my
       calorie count?
       I desperately 
       I want to wear
       my new jeans
       I bought two
       years ago.

       The galaxy is so big
       I wonder if there is
       other life forms on
       the planet mars.

       Why are instructions 
       used so often,
       when they fill 
       the trash can?

       Why did I fall for
       a selfish guy?
       Why didn’t I see
       that he was in
       love with himself.
       
       Why try to please
       everyone when I
       have the hardest 
       time pleasing 
       my own self.
       
       Why does the 
       weatherman 
       get paid so
       much for their
       predictions?

       Why do some lawyers
       care more about
       their client's 
       bank account, 
       Than their
       innocence.

      Why I am rambling 
      on in my thoughts, 
      thinking about 
      nothing in particular?
    
      Darn, it's only three
      o'clock in the morning 
      and I can't sleep.







     01/08/2021
   *Inspired the crumble  thoughts contest,
    I have know have clue if this what sponsor
    is looking for.
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I'M Not a Baby, I'M Three

Good morning Mommy and Dad
Today I will try not to be bad

I don't know what I want to eat
No! Not that cereal. It's not sweet

Mommy, I don't wanna sit on the baby pot
How come you don't have what Dad I and got

I need a lot more track to play with my train
Mommy, why can't I go out and play in the rain

Why does the cat always run away from me
I didn't mean to pull out her hair, not really.

I need to fix my bike with Daddy's tool
Addy is my favorite girlfriend at school

I don't know why I got into trouble
I just poured out my bottle of bubbles

I'm NOT a baby. I'm big 'cause I'm three
I gotta go to the potty and make pee pee

No. It's not my bath time yet. 
I don't know when it is. I forget

But Daddy, I don't want to go to sleep
I can only count as high as ten sheep

I want the pajamas with Lightning McQueen
He's the fastest race car I ever seen

Daddy, read me a story then leave on the light
I love you, Mommy and Daddy.  Good night


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June 24th, 2017
Three Year Old Thoughts Contest
By: Brenda Chiri
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

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