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Parody: “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”
Shine and glow you giant Star;
We are blessed for what you are!
Up above the world so high;
Large, round fireball in the sky!
Now our Sun- but once a Star-
We are blessed for what you are.
When the silver Moon is gone;
Fades its glow- can't shine upon
your new dawn comes to relight-
spreads your rays until the night.
Now our Sun, but once a Star-
We are blessed for what you are.
In the light blue sky, you keep,
And through bedroom curtains peep;
For you never shut your eye
Till your sunset fills the sky.
Now our Sun, but once a Star-
We are blessed for what you are.
As your bright and brilliant spark
Lights our Earth until its dark-
We know well the gift you are!
Shine and glow, you giant Star;
Now our Sun, but once a Star-
We are blessed for what you are.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,"
My mind recites in garbled tongue.
The light spreads like an oil spill,
Brighter, hotter than the sun.
Hear it crackle, watch it spark,
See each colour lick the floor,
A dizzy war of light and dark
As feral smoke fills every pore.
Shallow breath, depleted lungs,
A sea of black designed to drown.
Clinging to my faintest thoughts
Like slinky silk or heavy shroud.
And as I watch it float away,
This lethal, perverse black balloon.
I pray that it won't veer off course,
That it won't spread or burst too soon.
A devil lounges on my chest
To play this grim and dangerous game.
The air he hoards like silver coins
Invigorates the growing flames.
Time begins to melt and ooze,
Acrid wax within my veins.
Feel them trickle, watch them blur,
Tears that drip like acid rain.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,"
My mind recites in peaceful tone.
The light is soft, the heat is warm
As pain leaks slowly from my bones.
And when the lasting ash has cooled,
When piercing dread no longer looms,
I'll love and hate and crave that light
From this lonely black cocoon.
penchants for doing things the right way
unhinge the knighted sky shot full with holes
twinkle twinkle little star, you burn so very
bright, where have you all gone? home you say,
dancing the edges of madness’ thin veils
containment slotted through the IS’s of
consecutive sequenced selfs, unawakened
self-righteous indignation, plagiarize the
potential for adulterated emotions
conspicuous lapse of good judgment
right the scales of too much this or that,
the arms of balance form both positive
and always behind the seen, negative imagery
this land whirls the positive insisting it’s
our only reality of expression, negative quivers
with pretence experienced as a landscape
of oblivion ensued from forgetfulness...always is
a this and a that, a hat and a cat, a louse and a mouse.
Always is...
I saw a child playing in the park,
who seemed to be all alone;
I thought he looked a little too young
to be out here on his own.
I looked around for an adult
under whose care this boy might be;
But nowhere could I see anyone
accept this boy and me.
He was just playing so happily,
in the sandbox and on the swing;
Singing to himself a little song –
I just stood there listening.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star”,
in a voice so tiny and sweet;
He looked up and gave me a smile
when our eyes finally did meet.
“Is there anyone here watching you?”
I asked the little boy;
“Hey Mister, want to play with me,
in the sandbox with my toy?”
I stepped a little closer,
took off my socks and shoes;
“Isn’t there anyone nearby here
keeping a watch out over you?”
“Hey Mister I’m not really here,
I’m just the little boy inside your heart;
But you can still play in the sandbox,
I just wanted to help you get a start.”
I looked around in a state of confusion,
wondering if I’d lost my sanity;
Then I started making a sand castle
satisfied there was nobody else around but me.
After about a half an hour,
I brushed the sand off my suit pants;
Put back on my socks and shoes,
so happy I could do a dance;
My lunch hour was over,
back to the office I must go;
I heard the little boy say, “Goodbye”,
“I’m here every day, don’t you know”.
So we were told, Just like the Song we sang
"Twinkle twinkle little star"
But the stars are dim
So we keep wondering
And now, we are in a wander land
You have right to vote
and to be voted for
But I can't remember the last time
They used the count
While we raise our voices in secret
To speak our minds
The only voice we hear is
"This is Nigeria, get use to it"
I don't believe in this, but we are living in it
They make the rule and break
They take the treasures to hides
They make patrol with it
All we do is to wave at their vans and say
"They are eating our money"
Even the one we thought
would make the Change
Wears his glasses to say
" They are now in chains"
They all come in like youths
With their ages reduced
Only to steal the goods
And forget the youths
Who are the pillars for real
If the pillar is weak
Then the house will fall!
#Bitterbutbetter
I lay my baby down to sleep
Imagining the Sandman digging deep
Into his bag sprinkling stardust as she falls asleep
And I watch her fall into a sleep so deep
As she dreams of kitty tease
As trees, leaves move in the breeze
Teddy bears dancing
And Doggie barking
Chasing butterflies
That tantalize flying into the skies
Mommy and daddy
Cuddling and embracing her lovingly
I sweep the toys to the side
So I can have some room by her bedside
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
My baby girl is a superstar
In my eyes
She’s my prize I idolize
When she cries
I snuggle and sing lullabies that pacifies
The window is ajar
Letting moonlight in from afar
She’s sound asleep
In her crib sleeping without a peep
© 4/24/2015
Contest Name: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Epiphany Poetry Contest- Sponsored by Constance La France
As I sat staring at the stars and moon from my backyard gazebo
Looking up at the sky I started thinking just how small I really was
Those tiny sparkling bright white dots in the sky, so many, so big
There has to be life out there, I say to myself
Twinkle, twinkle little star- is there life there where you are
As the hours passed and the clock spun early, the sun whispered...
good morning little stars, kiss the moon a good day- will you
And then I thought- epiphany, there is life out there
I know, because the sun told me so
I'd say it was late Spring or early Fall in 1954, a quiet time
in American history; and Mr. Eisenhower was The President.
There was a sweet and kind teacher hard at work,
teaching kindergartners how to figure, read, and write.
She's also teaching them fair play and how to do what's right.
No one seems to be interested in picking a fight with The Lord's
Prayer or The Golden Rule. No one is opposed to the reading of The Ten Commandments or The 23rd Psalm being read in public schools. Why,
there's a Bible on her desk. There's a little boy playing with cars and trucks in the big sandbox, and later that evening, I saw him on a stage in a play with several other kids as they were singing, 'twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are'. The next day, he was on the playground having the time of his life swinging high and seesawing. He and all the boys and girls were jumping on and off the merry-go-round and never grew tired of running and playing hide and seek. Every second of play is treasured, recess being so very brief. That old fashioned cowbell rings dutifully every morning, signaling class time. Several hours later, it was lunch time followed by a recess of fun time. I saw little girls 'jumping rope' or playing 'hide and seek' as the little boys busied themselves playing 'marbles', 'softball' or 'pop whip'. Sitruc, the little boy I referred to earlier, attended this little school about two years before it burned down, and he had to be schooled temporarily at a little church in the same little community. He was now in the first grade and loved playing 'pop whip'. As usual, Sitruc was at the end of the line, being held very tightly by an older boy, lest he being airborne, gets thrown across the grassy green campus grounds and get severely injured. Before long, the old cowbell begins to ring and kids start their trot for the afternoon classes.
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Rock gently oh sweet precious child
Hug your Teddy, the night aglow
With my lullaby’s hum beguiled;
“Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”, flow!
Mommy‘s near as the skies blaze deep
Everything’s right, let out that grin
Till eyelids drop through folded sleep;
In wonderland, a trance begins.
When pixies lift their wings of gold
Revealing a magical place;
Watch ribbons of petals unfold
Then on the lea, the fireflies race.
Glitters blow on doves, on lakes green
Beyond chuckles, elfin will play
As stardust whiffs a blessed dream
Twinkle, child, through heaven’s array!
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Contest
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
4/28/2015
You are a famous star of love.
The star of love and dreams.
Character so high up above.
Suspended in the night dreams.
You are twinkle twinkle little star.
How I wonder what you are?
Up above the world so high.
Like a diamond in the sky.
You are star of strength and entertain.
I see thee stand.
And smile upon my pain.
And I am strong again.
You are star of millennium.
In the millions of stars sparkling .
A glowing star.
Like king of the ring.
A bright future as sun.
Imagine your name up in the stars.
In the Milky Way Galaxy.
Like Moon, Earth and Mars.