Short Chorused Poems

I'm back lads! After a long while of inactiveness. (This is not part of the poem).

I imagine a world filled with wonders,
where dinosaurs roam the streets, 
there're flying cars racing high above,
with children cheering in the backseats,
when cloud burst into popcorn treats,
chorused by thunder, lightning, and rain,
then a rainbow danced calmly across the stage,
and the drama starts again.
Welcome my friend, to my world of imagination....

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Bite that pseudo-thumb at the world, 
sit a moment in solitary confinement;
Your ideology is so blissfully bent
it favors crooked instead of curled;

No need for sour vocalizations 
culled lineage was reserved for us;
There is nothing left to discuss,
we’ve no time for empty declarations;

Endemic of a fantastical China forest,
“Black and white treasures so rare,
sweet bamboo loving panda bear…”
I wish action matched that joy chorused....

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In the Preschooler's room, the children were becoming unruly. 
The teacher drew an imaginary TV on the wall with his finger. 
"Let's watch Sesame Street," he said.  Children sat quietly, 
gazing at the wall for a time, followed by animated descriptions 
of the characters, and what they were doing on the show. A 
small boy stood up. "I'm bored," he said.  "I'm changing the 
channel." "No, no," voices chorused. "You can't, don't change 
it, we're watching!"...

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