Parkland Poems

Spiritual Nature Summer Wedlock

Summertime nature gracefully flourish
Animals arrange marriages; nourish,
Arranged at fun Disneyland
By preacher Giraffe Parkland
Merge, self-discovery over-flourish.


6/27/2025

The Same Thing

Memory still anoints them,
glowing in the ashes
of childhood. The cypress trees
in the parkland at the end
of the street. Tall, knotted
ladders to the heavens
where a child’s outstretched hand
could almost scratch the underbelly
of passing clouds.

You could swing 
on the uppermost branches
as if riding a clippers mast
bending in the wind, 
sailing imaginary swells 
to places whose golden domes
shone through the darkest
days. 

And in the cool shadows,
the old stable, its doorway
an entrance to worlds
not known to other mortals.
The dark interior lipped 
on the edge of a cave 
to the very interior of earth,
holding hells and lava
lapped islands populated 
by exotic beasts.

Such things as trees
and tumbled down stables 
were not weighted 
with the burdens of this world
but were bridges, magical 
doorways to an elsewhere 
that existed in between,
a special place 
with its contours bending 
to shapes made in the mind. 
I write
to do the same thing. 

Barefoot in the Savannah

There once was a little boy from Trinidad
found barefoot in the Savannah mini-clad.
  He started on his quest
  in a ripped merino vest
but what adventures that little Trini had!


                Written: May 2015

*The Savannah is a large open parkland 
  in Port of Spain, Trinidad. In 1964 I at 
  the tender age of 3 was found wandering
  there in my underwear trying to find my 
  way back to my parents who had dropped 
  me home for a nap after a pool party. Our 
  housekeeper made the mistake of taking 
  a nap too. My tales of adventure even 
  made the newspaper the next day. Well,
  they watched me like a hawk after that.

*Above is a pic of the Savannah.
*A Trini is a Trinidadian.

Hummingbird August

in bounteous blooms
where rapture and beauty meet
in green parkland days

a colorful blur
gone past the edge of my sight
sweet humming I hear

but mellow sunshine
seems to overpower all
in the time of birds

Wildlife Greenery

deer bunnies and bears
are among hedge shapes found there
parkland scenery

After Columbine

It was 20 years ago…the year was 1999
and we thought the world would change….after Columbine

We hoped something would be done
after children were gunned down with their books
We thought the world would change…
and then came Sandy Hook

And we hoped something would be done
we can’t sit back and watch our children die…
and we thought the world would change
then came Marjorie Stoneman Douglass High…

But nothing has been done…
Today these mass murders persist
as we sadly add El Paso and Dayton to the list.

We should have learned our lesson
that was in that first mass shooting taught…
but after Columbine, 
after Sandy Hook…
after Parkland…
we did not.

We like to think we are not a heartless people 
although we act just like we are.
At what point do we as a nation say
this has gone too far?

So once again I pray we find a solution…?once again I pray we’re ready draw the line…
so we don’t have to wait another 20 years
after Columbine.

Dear Nra Automated Spokespersons

If the Parkland families are a disarming mob,

Then the NRA counter-evolutionaries
are an automated killer infestation.

Parkland

It started out like any other,
Sun warming children’s faces
As they walked into their day

A day of hearts & chocolates
and BIG teddy bears
Celebrating love like 
teenagers do

Or not?

Mid-day turns as sun becomes its brightest
Kids sighing relief as their ‘work’ day inches towards its end
Hump day, Wednesday, week almost over
One day closer to their future,

Or not?

Bells ringing, 
Shots ringing,
Cell phones ringing,
Or not?

The heaviness of it all,
Impossible to carry,
The world weeps with victims
As dirt becomes soaked with tears and blood.

Blood of our most innocent
Blood of lives not yet lived
Tears of those that must live on.

Tomorrow is another day,

Or not.

Quirky Poodle

She’s a keen lady, well   she’s my poodle
One who ‘d roll only  in the guestroom,
With quirky  manners  of caboodle
And whistles proudly ,   so out of  tune:

Once we dashed to her classy stylist
For a new  trim fashioned as a mop!
I was  quite shocked ; a clownish t w i s t
Yet for dear doggie… that was    hip-hop.
 
Then I saw the bill,  how expensive
Made clean locks JUMP in wiry curls--
Feeling  a little hypertensive
She clung to me   in fondled twirls.

While walking  Bubs 'round the parkland
My legs and thin purse hurt badly…
Aghast, she  romped as if on demand
With unkempt canines, prancing MADLY!




Broken Wings' Any July 2018  Poem Contest
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Quirky Things That Confound and Confuse Me
Caren Krutsinger   7/14/2018

Entered 8/9/2018

Common You Are Not Cool

Common sit down you're not cool, quit being a fool.
The Democrat party doesn't give a care bout Black Lives Matter,  like you, they support Klanned Parenthood where black unborn children are being ripped apart and having their lives Shattered
These children for gun control are overrated,  just like in the 1930s German youth they're being indoctrinated.   
People who lost loved ones in Parkland who support Trump didn't get to speak, the far-left only knows how to suppress free speech that is so weak.
On Emma Gonzalez's jacket, she wears a Cuban flag of a communist country where the people are treated so badly, She can't even wear the American flag of the land of free and the home of the brave this is very sad.
 Are Boss Hog ruts §?g trying to give a clue like the Riddler, He gave a salute like he's little Hitler
Yes Common God is Great, but he doesn't support your Hate.

This was poem made bout March For Our Lives. Common talking bout Trump's hate, 
The resist solute by Hogg, the jacket of Emma

Fear Challenges Modernity

daddy long legs spinning its' web from the ceiling 

8 legs of terror, to 8 years of life as a kid. 

monster under the bed hurry,

big terrible eyes, gleaming at me from the dark unknown corner. 

go wake your mother from her slumber, Dad must rest.



modern fear is 17 

dead in parkland at the hands of 

a madman, yet mental illness should not be the 

cause of FEAR. 



Fear, fear, fear, 

what do I - a young girl have to fear? 

sexual assault, being told I 

lack authority because I am a female. 

Do not! shrink the power of my gender identity, I do not fear the tall white men who believe their distress 

must stay hidden beneath their black engulfing suits 

whispering degrading slurs about our temples-our bodies

because fear is weakness, and what is weakness if not a delicate flower ripped from its deep roots in the soil?

weakness is not the white man!



the all-consuming, terror-inducing mastermind 

behind fear is you. 

Only you allow yourself to be afraid

when we find enough strength in love and hope, 

nothing will hold us back 

-Katherine Beth

No Longer Parkland

School boys and girls
marching to their own 
drum, knowing that fear
smell like piss wetting 
your neat Ann Landers
undies, tastes like a 
mouthful of nettles 
and feels like the finger
of a disposable glove
shoved up your rectum.

It comes from guns
and those behind the trigger
but only without guns
can things get better.

They Would Be Young and Fair

They Would Be Young and Fair
For The Fallen: 2.14.18
    Parkland, Florida

they would be young
clear-eyed and fair
radiant and aglow
sun streaming through their hair

they would gambol and
frolic without a care
live as if time had no end
high and in the prime of youth

time waited to be spent
when all was right and in its place
unaware that the dark face of evil
lurked round the next turn
						
the blinding glare of madness
struck without warning
earth trembled beneath their feet
and the sound of fear seared the air
in the interval seemingly without end

the stream of grief
runs steady and swift
with blood of the fallen
and life was taken from a place
never to be the same again 

		David Sermersheim

A Haiku Trilogy - Green

verdant shades
dappled shadows… woodland ways
dancing flower flies
~
woodland... a garden
an arboretum… parkland
fill one's mind with green
~
artists… bemused...
which green to fill their brush…
gardens inspire

An English Summer Day

Cherry blossom dropping pink snow on a  summer day
beer garden gossip, and aw.some light ales 
An English  summer day served with ice and a slice
Your in paradise on such a sunny  day 
Kids playing on the swings and swishing down slides
their laughter mixing  with Katrina and the waves
Your walking on sunshine  this may day 
Picnics in parkland, dogs being walked on a lead 
sat on park bench eating ice cream 
and waiting for rain !

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