Short Grownups Poems

Remember kids, and you grownups too
Santa is always watching you...

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being five like you
means much more than being four
as we grownups know...

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When they grow up, Cheerios become donuts
And the holes are used for losing weight in grownups
Better than nothing
What's all the fussing
Don't know about youse guys but sounds kinda bogus...

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When allowed to grow, Cheerios turn into donuts
Also the holes are used for losing weight in grownups 
Better than nothing
What's all the fussing
Don't know about youse guys but sounds kinda bogus...

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Back when I was four or five,
unspeakable was my joy:
admiring rainbowed prisms
in my marble, my treasured toy.

Only in the grownups' world
was a crumpled dollar bill
more treasured than my marble
there glistening on the window sill....

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back when i was four or five,
indescribable was 
my joy

watching those rainbowed prisms
inside my marble, 
treasured toy.

only in the grownups' world
was a damp, crumpled 
dollar bill

much, much more treasured than
my marble on my 
window sill!...

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That what knot shelf comes alive at night.
Tiny figurines delicate and rather bright.
They dance carefully with feet so light.
Careful to keep out of grownups’ sight
A six-year-old grandson just screamed with fright.
What is he doing up anyway this late at night?...

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Here comes Jolly Joe the ice cream man.
We loved congregating when we heard his bell.
We always heard it one street away, so we ran inside.
Begging quarters and dimes off all of our grownups.
It was disappointing when they said “no”, 
but then they said yes, oh, my!
What a treat!...

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Good-gesture greenthumb gatherers gleaned grain,
gargantuan granary,
grower's great goodwill greeting,
gazillion grade-schoolers, grownups,
gingham-garbed grandmother's,
grievous growling guts gone,
gain gastronomical goodies gardens,
grapes, granola, gourds, gosh!
generosity galore, golly, gobsmacked!
golden godsend...

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Back when I was six or seven,
             indescribable was my joy,

         squinting at rainbows and prisms
          in a marble, my priceless toy;


          only in grownups' weird world
        was a damp, crumpled dollar bill

       more valuable, more priceless than
           my marble on the window sill!...

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Once upon a midnight day
I see how many grownups play
saying things that hurt so deep
they close their eyes in peaceful sleep

not thinking about what is to come
from evil actions they have done
taking things they do not own
and acting like nothing is wrong

that day will come, it always does
that day of truth for all of us...

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What does a child know of placidity?
Little heart stirs,
quickened by
inbound
ducks;
pier
is warm,
feet soaking
up excitement.
Grownups pine to be stirred, awash with peace.


8/14/2020
Photo #1
Double Tetractys Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Checked by howmanysyllables.com
Syllables:10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10...

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Sequin, the baby witch had a black kitty named Baby Twitch.
They were such a team, this adorable duo. Not a glitch.
They enthralled the grownups and made them smirk and smile.
They are the cutest, her grandma said, looking down the aisle.
Where Sequin and Baby Twitch were sitting on a pumpkin fine.
They grew up together, and loved each other, these babes of mine....

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It won't be long now, and football will rule,
those die hard fans, and there are quiet a few.,

One wrong word, and they are ready to fight,
can't miss this, grownups acting a sight.

They get painted all up, looking cute for TV,
the true fans stand out, ready for all to see.

Soon, very soon, football will rule,
so don't be on the wrong side, if you scream out boo....

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 Whether white or classic-chocolate bunny,
Enjoy Spring’s hop-a-long of polyzygotic mirth.
Two floppy and expressive ears, so funny.
Toddlers cheer, and tenderly espy, life’s rebirth.

Grownups, too, giggle at the shattered hush,
The repopulation of carrot and lettuce noshing,
The shivering and shaking softness of plush,
A wriggling nose after a long Winter’s washing....

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If you ask me why I rhyme 
It’s  inspired by John Prine
Heard that first album in seventy-one
only six and saw them having fun
Laughing, crying and singing along
knew the words to all his songs 
Didn’t know all the meanings
but I joined in with the singing
Grownups thought it was cute 
and knew I couldn’t compute
Devastated to learn Sam Stone’s monkey didn’t exist 
when I turned in my Christmas list!...

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Pride swelled watching
stumbling first steps
tentative footfall led 
to running carpet manuvers

Growing ever faster
Little imaginary world
He wants me to join the fun
returning pretend laser fire
I twitch on the ground
direct hit!  He giggles and runs for cover

Always shying hearing Grownups
'Gosh you look like Dad'!
Walking away he looks to me and smiles
Cons me into icecream
asking why the sun goes away at night...

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Summer now is here.
Fireworks will appear.
All the towns put on a show
lighting up the skies,
as with widened eyes,
children watch with hearts aglow.

Grownups too will be
very happily
enjoying their kids' delight.
Before summer flees,
we make memories
watching skies ablaze at night!


Written June 10, 2016
This is a rhyming form called the Alouette. Here is the link to anyone interested in it:
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/alouette.html...

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Twisted and broken my bones be a jangling. 

Crying and screaming for my body be a hanging 

 Cheers and a chuckling as the klan be a sanging

Music to his ears as the echoes be a ranging

 So deep was the South

So cozy was the house

Im cold in the grave

Just a boy for me to save

He was buried and drowned in that cave 

Animal on his back ,is what they engraved 

If grownups could only behave

I never whistled at her mister but I told you I waved....

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Competent parents cherish their children; 
This Friday feeling - free for family again.

All week, we're the authority, we're the grownups.
Adulthood ain’t easy with parent/child hiccups.

Weekend’s coming up, family time to unknot;
Time to play catch up and we get more than one shot.

This Friday feeling? works ev’ry day of the week;
and it has its perks - our kids listen when we speak.

written March 9, 2018


Regina McIntosh's From the Heart Poetry Contest...

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They say years make you wise
Though wisdom is seen through children’s eyes
Life viewed simply with less complication
Friendships formed without evaluation

No judgement on where you come from or what you possess
Face value and whether they like you is the way children assess
No preconceived ideas based on how you live or what you do
Acceptance and equality solely based on how they view….You!

So perhaps we grownups are not so wise
Maybe we should view life through children’s eyes!...

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A delicate ego, fragile, hypervigilant, easily broken.
	A frightened ego.
Hidden in self shadow, scared,
	Not easily lured out.

A well-built wall,
	Constructed slowly, during hurt felt times.
A new persona.  The protector, child’s own new identity.
	To keep herself safe.
	From the bad man.

Situation scary, heroine comes forward,
	Baring teeth, biting.
		Bad kid label.

Grownups misunderstand
	Frightened by her fierceness, 
		Not recognizing a child
		Just trying to survive....

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