Child Monorhyme Poems

Let's be aware of children’s hide-and-seek antic
Displaying playful passenger tactic…
We keep on doing our best with our safety*-training, so fantastic
Never panicking, showing not that we’re...

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(Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life)

What does humanity want from life, it’s puzzling to know
Peace signs, Daisy cutters, find Jesus...

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The child emerged from the Nile with a howdy hey hey
Pretending she did not know in any way
That a tiny culprit was on her head...

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Let us trust the Lord* for today’s safety
Mindful of child-transport security
Being alert is indeed tough duty
Along our road responsibility…
Midst bikers, shared accountability
Those crossing, concerned sensibility.

*Psalms...

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they lost Cassandra, their girl child on a breezy autumn day
I have looked all over said her worried absentee Daddy Jay
Her mother asked where are...

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Cuddly Paulette Doll with sweet smiling zest
Has found herself a gracious home that's blest
In our orphanage of compassion’s nest
Where she became my great gift, indeed...

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Samuel Wamuel, Pirate Cat with a Yo Ho Ho Ho
Steered his ship through the island of Want a Go Go
With salty western winds on his...

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Tiny Heart

I carried your tiny heart in me
Though I never heard it’s beat carefree
Through tiny veins scarlet ribbons flowed free
Fragile heartbeat in unbridled glee
Mother and...

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If there’s no god, why show respect
for pain that’s felt by an insect,
for doesn’t that in part deflect
from order’s natural select
which did from soup somehow...

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My eyes are green, but dimmer than they used to be.
I'm Caucasian, but my skin's stained dirty.
I used to be only four foot three
with ten...

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I've never cried as much as I did last night
The crime scene was not a pretty sight
Seeing her lying there unmoving with her blue eyes...

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We are in a doctor’s waiting room.
A child’s cell phone is out; the sounds drive me batty. 
Botta Bing  Botta Bing
Ding Sing Shing Wing...

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In a dim-lit attic sits a rocking chair
where a newborn child was suckled, there.
Then, while a mother gently brushed my hair,
father read tales aloud of...

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How we spend our time says so much
Working, playing, musing … as such
I tend to spend mine yearning to touch,
While avoiding the bane of unwanted...

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The movers wheeled the piano in the apartment 
my tutors revealed plateaus climbed as an artist 
hours flying pages turned black and white keys charted...

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