Long Toddle Poems

RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
             mud of my anus, ink of...

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baseball, bird, change, childhood, games, holiday, lost,

“Seasonal Walks in the Park!”

A walk in the park after a springtime morning rainfall 
Is to hear the droplets fall from bent branches overhead
That can shock and moisten one’s...

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Scooter in hand and not quite picking up my heels through the smulchy (not a word) leaves 
I'm just thinking about a room of my own
(an actual one, although the book I have unfinished next...

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Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
       ...

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I know not the paint of your face nor the slang of your name
I know not the acoustic of your voice nor the creed before your knees 
I know not the double of helixes taut...

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{August is Woman’s Month in South Africa. August 9th is Woman’s Day. August 8th is an opening of the Lion’s Portal to Cosmic Strength. This poem is for all the Lion Hearted women who have...

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OUR LITTLE BIRD

From the moment she could toddle in the grass…before she said one word…
she would stand in her front yard and point up at the birds.

Watching their daughter smile when she saw the birds...

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I sit in the arbor..it's  half past midnight
but I cannot sleep tonight.
Somewhere between the pillows and blankets
 sleep went into decline.
 So I sit in the garden on this silent night
as the moon casts...

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I'm not going into work today
I'm taking a day off to rest,
I've been feeling under the weather of late
and really not up to my best.
I've taken some of my holiday
I didn't want to go sick,
As...

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The other night at work I had mellow ’60’s music playing in the store
when a couple carrying their young son entered through the door.

Guessing someone’s age the more I age is harder and harder for...

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There is a pronounced ugliness there, brassy, irritable attitudes found nowhere else.
Anger and rage is rampant. Desperation, disease, strife, rape, and murder happen daily.
I shudder at the thought; these concepts are well beyond my sensibilities.
One...

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Like a Child

Like a child you tenderly gather me into the soft folds of the nourishing feast of forgiveness.  A shivering lamb living in the distraught, existing in my sparse pastures where only weeds...

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She is in the kitchen making cheerios pie he is in the music room clanking at the keys 
a Maestro prodigy yet to potty train  airing out little notes and driving her insane; 
With...

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When it rains, 
I like it alot, when the fragnance of the earth tickles my senses... 

When it rains, 
I like it alot, when the tiny droplets touch my face when m in the balcony......

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Why do you laugh when I cry,
Why do you me feel like I no longer want to try? 
Why do I let you in again and again, 
When you do not seem to know the...

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I call for you 
when my stomach hurts
I call for you 
when I cannot swallow

I call for you from ghosted parts of my body
that are disturbed in the performance 
of the smallest acts of mercy

How...

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A small dog (possibly irish)
fights a dandelion seed as it puffs upward
on a gentle breeze.
Pin sharp teeth snap at near misses.

I am unleashed walking around a park pond
the earth trembles with deep thoughts.

Father Thomas in...

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OLD AND NEW 1  : CIRCUS

Giraffe on anxious heels
bought in Sandton, toddle 
along with intense haste
a dream point unheard
lipstick smudges, mascara 
leaks of AK47 dust she rifled

Bullfrog madly croaks
vying for a place in a...

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Morning snows in my dreaming book of secrets.
Like a Disney movie, sparrows are singing in my head.
An hour after coffee I grasp reality as if it were 
inflatable and survivable.

A plane crashed in the night,...

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A baby is born; O joy, O joy!
   Matters not, be it girl or boy

All of life lies ahead, horizons' expanse
   As the infant soul begins life's mysterious dance

Alas, all is...

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When I think of poetry
I think of a child manipulating
his first steps, the wobbly nature
of his strides~that confused, meandering
toddle, and then trip and fall – the dear 
first efforts of us all. When I think...

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As a child born late summer,
my senses were first flooded
by the images, sounds and smells of fall.
Was I aware of orange pumpkins, wind
caressing the bright leaves, and smells of pies?
I must have known the cold...

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The docile ducks toddle out in the sunny morn,
being in the winding file they are never forlorn.  
In fluffy random rows the downy ducklings trail, 
their frisky frolics aren’t ever listless and stale. 

In...

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Paisley at my bosom, soft head tadpoles
           Wrapped dependent, rest in trust cherubic
           Teeth buds...

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Are you a genie; do you live in a bottle?
At the end of the day when you walk do you toddle?
When you open your eyes to see morning's first light.
Can you remember the end of...

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