Long Youngster Poems
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Dexter John, baby calf was tuckered, he had been playing all day.
He laid down in the Kansas grass, brown enough to be harsh hay.
His fifteen-year-old human cousins picked him up without a peep.
Placed him in a green wheelbarrow, comfortable enough to sleep.
His mother was comfortable resting her teats for a little while
The sun came out and filled the sky for a delightful country mile.
Dexter John snoozed loudly, his dreams of barley, oats and hay.
He was being weaned from his mother, and this truly was the way.
Bull Daddy came across his wife, with no calf youngster by her side.
Where is Dexter John? He snorted, for Dexter was his loin-filled pride.
He’s in the barn, taking a snooze, giving me a little breathing room.
When he gets ready for some milk, he’ll be back out, probably quite soon.
The teenage boys heard Dexter John bellowing for his tasty mother.
They gave him pats and set him on his feet and he ran to join his brother.
Why did they put you in the green thing? His twin asked, was it a dare?
It was not so bad, Dexter John replied. I napped. It was kind of fun in there.
What makes Flex so significant?
What surrounds Flex?
How did a man get the name FLEX
He wasn’t picked on nor was he perplexed
It was his fascination for the Hercules movies and admiration from inspiration in the muscle magazines
His dreams to one day have muscles like the guys in those booklets
As a youngster into reading muscle books, Flex would study all the training principles along with the detail surrounding nutrition
Since protein was the key factor for muscles
Training Flex journeyed by joining a gym and a Personal Trainer show the ropes to muscle gaining
Physique muscle transformation to form and expelled in extensions within his clothes
Flex muscles were now superior
Everywhere Flex walked it was amazement, astonishment and deep stares
There were some ah’s
Flex’s muscles were noticeable, and clothes showed the efforts
Women and Man would often ask Flex to flex
Mounts of bicep muscle would rise along with hardness
This shocked many people, but Flex felt honored and appreciated
The hardness of Flex muscle was beyond compare
Onlookers couldn’t believe what they were seeing and feeling
Flex history with his story in sharing
Flex made it a start and achieved
Maybe start your own training routine, but maybe not in the shape of Flex, but your own before into after body transformation
One last flex
It was Christmas Eve, the Christmas tree was aglow
With fairy lights and Christmas decorations,
Our four year old suddenly said Mommy,
Why don’t we have snow,
Only seen pictures of Santa with lots of his elf relations
And Rudolph who loves the snow, so how does Santa
Come to us, where it is so hot and we have to keep cool,
By splashing all day in our pool?
Do you think Santa will remember I want a Panda
Bear and what about my Nursery rhyme book,
My old one has a torn cover, don’t worry darling,
He has your letter, you also mentioned that you want to look
Like Superman, I gave him a big hug, my sparkling starling!
Santa remembers every child I explained,
Our son was so excited his concentration span, that of
An excited four year old child, what smells so yummy
Mommy? Jam tarts and chocolate biscuits! He let out a giggle
I remember last year, Santa loved your jam tarts,
He really has such a fat tummy,
How with such a fat tummy does he wiggle and jiggle
Out of the chimney, last year he finished every jam tart,
And he even left a piece of his beard behind on the mug,
And his boots had snow, so he left footprints on the floor,
Right from the front door!
How does he do it all in one night, what time does he start,
He came to my side of the breakfast nook and gave me a hug.
Tommy’s daddy has no job, so I asked Santa to bring him a kite
I hope he does, what time it is mummy. Almost time for bed,
It’s late. Next year I’ll be five, I’ll ask Santa for a bike.
I am so excited, how will I sleep, I’ll close my eyes tight he said,
Our youngster was exhausted from all the excitement and fell asleep
This was our cue, we put his presents under the brightly lit tree,
And had another quick peep, to make sure he was fast asleep.
In the sky that night, was one very bright star,
Which I am sure, could seen by all, whether near or far.
We put on the Christmas carols, and sang softly along,
Counting our blessings and praying they lasted our whole life long.
One day while working in his lab, Einstein was teaching his student
The student was in awe of the brilliance of the genius
The youngster had an idea he thought to be prudent
Trying to outwit Einstein, one might say...to be ingenuous
The youngster made a bet, declaring to pay five dollars if he couldn't figure out the answer to Einstein's question
But if Einstein couldn't answer his question, he would pay him five hundred dollars
"Bet on" replied Einstein
So, Einstein asks the youngster a question he couldn't possibly answer
The youngster reaches in his pocket and gives him five dollars
That was a question that only a great mind as yours would be able to answer
But let me ask you... what has three legs, runs up a mountain...and comes down with five legs?
Einstein is puzzled and could not answer the question- so he reaches in his pocket and gives the youngster five hundred dollars
After giving him the money Einstein asks the youngster- "so what is the answer to the question"
Smiling happily, the youngster reaches in his pocket and gives Einstein another five dollars
It's farcical how young I feel
Though I acknowledge what’s real
I look in the mirror and see
Someone else looking back at me.
Mirrors show every tiny line
I believe they cannot be mine
Though my vision has become blurred
And I struggle to hear a word.
Once I possessed dark brunette hair
Now there's silver threads everywhere
In my mind I’m still young with zeal
In the mirror truth doth reveal.
It's the same when I write at night
That youngster is my guiding light
I realise it’s daft but true
She’s my muse to poetry too.
How quickly goes passing of time
But to me I'm still in my prime
Here's to being the young aged me
‘Til conclusion of my life’s story.
AGE OF LOVE
To love and to be loved,
as socially observed
is the prime passion,
need not to mention.
Teen-ager or youngster
It does not matter.
Ladies and Gentlemen
Senior Citizen!
All welcome in field of love.
Same age? Not to reserve.
Most humans develop attraction
in contemporary generation.
Yet, neither rare nor impossible,
Rather always permissible
Affairs between Ladies and Gents
as going on from ancient to recent.
Age of loved one may be much more or less,
not hampering mutual happiness.
Amour is a flow in bubbling blood,
washing two hearts in passion-flood
Younger or Older? No questions.
Two souls unite, and emotion moistens.
12/15/17
Third Place
'STRAND SPECIAL U' Contest by Brian Strand
She is a widow, never wanting to marry again, never defiling her vows,
her five children have moved to other parts of the United States;
and they seldom visit her, except on the very special season of Christmas,
when she adorns her home with garlands and lights to honor the Child Jesus...
Her name is Amelia, a petite lady from Andalusia,whose passion is writing poems,
and her Spanish accent is somewhat heavy, but the words are clear and precise;
on long summer's nights she speaks of her native land...meadows covered with camellias,
and tells tales of Columbus and the Conquistadors with feathered helmets...
She was quite beautiful in her younger days, daises in her dark, lustruos hair,
and sea-colored eyes that resembled the Mediterranean Sea, which brought her nostalgia;
and she often wore a folklorist costume of stripes of bright orange and yellow like her flag,
and now she's confined to a wheelchair looking sad...who has camellias for Amelia?
This past spring I planted a dozen of camellias plants in the empty and barren lawn,
hoping they would bloom when she would stare at the huge Atlantic Ocean;
and with eyes as sharp as a youngster, Amelia would see her beloved Spain,
and those lush meadows covered with camellias to bring her bitter-sweet pain.
In the quite hours of an early August' morning, Amelia rose to say her prayers,
and with the rosary in her devoted hands, she peaked outside and surprisingly smiled;
a beautiful garden of camellias appearing in front of her joyous eyes... she was so delighted,
but she couldn't go outside and caress them, but thought to herself, " Someone cares! "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Watch out below!” shrieked the interloping crow.
Ronald scooted back, but it landed on his toe.
Pardon me, said the whippersnapper extraordinaire,
But you have to admit there is something weird in the air.
Ronald was miffed, but older, experienced and wiser too,
So he merely dusted off his oversized foot that was blue.
What kind of a crow are you? The youngster asked to his face.
Teen ravens were never this bold; it would be a disgrace.
I am not a crow, the raven said, puffed up and irritated now.
Below he heard the bellow of a pregnant-in-labor dairy cow.
The farmer headed toward the barn, his due as it was his land.
Raven tried to ignore the youngster, but it was dancing on his hand
“Excuse you!” Raven said, and gave the crow a disgusted glance.
The crow was full of enthusiasm, doing a watusi on this branch.
There are other trees, Ronald pointed out as brazenly as he dare.
“Speaking of the weather, there are storms in the east, over there.”
“Speaking of the weather!” Ronald said. “WHO was doing THAT?”
They were now being stalked by SheShe, the world’s best climbing cat.
She almost got the crow, but unfortunately, he finally flew away.
So Ronald sat irritated, in a bad mood, the rest of the boring day.
#I came across a clip of a beautiful young Scottish lad from the show Little Big Shots hosted by Steve Harvey on YouTube.
Well, a topic of favorite foods was discussed and this adorable kid exclaimed he liked...
"FESH!" "SO GOOD!!!" {SMILE}
Mr. H* aimed to correct his pronunciation,
yet this child's "I State My Claim" pure elation was sent and meant to convey to him and the world...
BY GOLLY, IT'S "F E S H!" HA!~
"No, No...it's Fish!" said the Eldest, Wisest.
"FESH"..."FESH"..."FESH"
said the Youngest, Brightest!
NOTE: Potato/Potata Tomato/Tomata...
Singalong: "Let's Call The WHOLE thing off!"
EXCEPT...
Let's NOT :-)
LET'S RELISH IN EXCHANGE AND RANGE
OF DELIGHTFUL, INSIGHTFUL DIALOGUE WITH WONDERFUL WORDS, {STIRRED} AUTHENTICALLY REFERRED...IN THE MOST PUREST AND JUBILANT OF WAYS, DISPLAYS & HEARTWARMING CONVEYS,
ALWAYS!!!
This JOYOUS Youngster Struck* So Much
"GLEE IN ME" from {Laughter, Relating and Giggle}
May YOU Have ETERNAL Wiggle Room With Your ELECTED & MAGNETIC EXPRESS...DEAR OSCAR!~
"FESH!" I SINCERELY *LOVED* HOW YOU ADDRESSED! TRANSLATION RECEIVED...
AT ITS FINEST BEST!!!
By Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} April 13, 2023#
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In the late hours, you remain aware,
I directed my eyes out of the lame glare.
When you scoop your most clear hand,
This guided me through the rugged land.
You read each title on the child’s skimming,
And all that pain caused you some miming
Kudos for taking on a load of my pity,
During both fine and dire times, echoing ditty.
She is my other mother and first wife,
The guardian’s angle secured the baby's life.
From once-ill, now-maturity childlike people,
The nanny lets your silly book be as a foster.
Bliss, I pray that all readers will be blessed,
In times of need, a dear carer may be best.
Every youngster memorized my poems,
As in a warm, cozy child's room, I know him.
They heeded this as gently as possible,
This made my youth halcyon and sensible.
Written: October 17, 2022