Short Childishly Poems

*3 haikus*

I am enjoying
this dull time - this decayed life
of extinguished hopes

Each sublime sunrise
finds my morning mind childishly
wishing for freedom

If wishes had power
If young tears were a vaccine
If our thoughts mattered...

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You can’t admit wrong 
And always blame me
Act as though strong 
when clearly weak 
Rage and shout 
childishly
Create the scenes 
disrupt the peace 
Paranoid 
think you’re headstrong 
Easily annoyed 
turn red and strop 
No one can tell you you’re the problem 
You’re emotional hell that doesn’t stop...

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Like a scaly, slithering, serpent
You sneak your way back into my life.
Trying childishly to coaxingly, communicate 
one more time.

I will listen to your tales told.
I will not be pulled in.
I am that not naive.
I’m numb.
I know the hateful and horrible things you do.
Afterall, look what you did to Eve....

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A multi-colored lover’s kite-
the type that tickles souls of light,
soaring high, up into the sky
imitating birds that glide by 
with unconcerned wind. Oh, kite, fly 
fly and fly and watch pink smiles lie
on earth, with scent of chamomile 
pampering, childishly, the sigh-  
of glade’s noonday erotic rite, 
so perfect, for my lover’s sight!...

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It saunters down a cheek,
its trail dying
before its meaning

It settles before 
a meticulous cut...
and drips

It wastes a tensive strength
and weaves a string
One end tied to nothing
but pent up

It guides 
itself further south
to no ending
but still drips

Chills compete
and rainfall freezes,
And yet, it childishly calls itself
a tear...

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So, why didn’t you stop
After seeing a red-eyed cop
You know could ask you to hurriedly drop
And have you childishly begin to hop
Or ludicrously  bop
To still hard blows  wire to your face while on top
And angrier, like gilled corn, pop!
A prelude to making you some grimy floor mop
Or in a nearby farm start planting a crop,
Retaining this over coat that does make you a fop?...

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Absorbed by art and poetry,he finds
The commonplace childishly surreal
Living life at one stage removed,perhaps
Old age,a wonderland apart from youth;
Out of touch ,of this world,and yet is not,
An audience to a non-stop revue
In which common sense is no more a part,
Into a world of verse,each day departs;
A place of images,imagination,words,
Separate,alone,truly at home,but not apart....

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Seen on a dirty unwashed white van today

Something that which did make me LoL

Right up my street

My kind of sense of humour

Someone had wrote this classic piece of finger art on the back

And on this his van was not written

Wash me

But rather appropriately

Also comes in White

Which tickled my funny bone no end

I almost fell off my bike

Because i have a childishly sense of humour...

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drifting
drifting off
to sleep 

going down
the Nile
once

when now
it seems
i was

a child and
childishly
these

dreams
were
real

never making it
to Luxor at least
by boat because

a wall of wonderment
was approaching
from the north

and as so suggested
docking and battening
down the hatches

before going below
i looked up to see
the only sandstorm

i've ever seen
but it blasted
my mind into

a glass
memory...

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I want to muse—
without 
wearing eye-glasses, but 
urge my pen for words that guide 
to sea of love. Sun makes 

her lips fiery, we sip 
the day, 
swallow it, childishly! Hmm, Nitz’s heart 
pumps out breath, holding our souls 

like victims for ransom. Ah, 
etching our aliases in the sudor like wine 
on the lustful spread of green, I 

look for the cheerful shadow 
of sky, as we dress our minds 

with chrysanthemum of a summer day....

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D’you enjoy the rhyme- 
the name game o’ my soul 
as it dances, childishly 
in the crazy rain?

D’you hear the call-
the craving
o’ my word, as it cries out loud
across the road?

D’you feel the touch-
the lonely tears
o’ a poem as it runs down the night
wanting to be dried, by you?

If- 
all these concern you, 
why haven’t
you return the thousand rings I made?
 
Come, O come home soon
dearest mommy o’ mine
‘cos Daddy doesn’t know- 
how to sing sweet lullabies o’ thine!...

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