Child Tail-Rhyme Poems

A grand adventure is afoot,
awaiting those who won’t stay put,
I must confide.

A world is there for you to greet,
but there’s no way for you to...

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Before ... I was a poetry writer,
I was a little girl story-writer,
though bullied-  I became a life fighter,
and found a release.

With words there...

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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
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Scarce contained within its bounds
Surging, straining to break free
Pulsating and palpable
Enticed by its pure energy
Mesmerized and drawn, a moth to flame

O, that I might be...

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The child, now sleeping, loudly snores.
The nightlight shines there on the wall.
If you could peer under the door,
The sight awaiting would enthrall:
It seems the toys...

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Conceived and born in accordance with God's grand plan
I'm thrust into a world that I don't understand,
and introduced to pain.

As a child, fantasy forged my...

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Jesus’ Birth
Matthew 1.18-25

[So, here it is]. “This is how the birth of Jesus took place.
When Mary his mother was engaged, [ace],
To Joseph, before they were...

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At my birth a ringing,
to mother's heart I was clinging-
I loved her smell.

She taught me what was best,
and to my child head a kiss pressed-
Love...

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Once an old man described me about a lad
Who, when he ?rst saw was a six year old child 
Roaming to get some work to...

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BETTER MAKE THIS ONE GOOD

It’s all succinct until we leap.
Of this day, for three, not a peep.
Grow older, slower — now that’s deep.
February Twenty-ninth!

On horseback,...

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An angel came down and gave her a wink.
Astounded she did not know what to think
She saw it but she did not believe

A voice came...

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Chasing Rabbit
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Arti.fictional iD

" identify "

it's a part that tickles
on the inside

" nine "
materials merging
to form one mind

a dangerous game
well worth the ride

a serpent
bares her eyes...

chaotic straightaway

wings...

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TITLE: BED TIME TALES (SOME LIES THE OLD PEOPLE TOLD US).

Bed time stories,bed time stories
When I think of your memories,
They were stories of glory
Drying away...

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I smell the coppery sweet scent of blood,
a soldier lies dead, his face in the mud.
I mourn the soldier's death.

War is a putrid expanding abyss,
where...

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