awkwardly waiting, ‘in-between’
not yet adults, no longer tweens
larvae-like lurking, behind-the-scenes
‘fore bursting their shells, onto life’s screen
Our last pint of life
imaginary beings
we drink our future
restless humans, sentient souls
shall the 'tweens ever embark?
There are no adults here..
Only confused kids.
Children under the delusion that they know what they're doing.
Youngsters playing make-believe in a world they perceive so solidly.
Every one a narrator, a role-player. Everyone..
Leads in our own stories.
Every thing we can imagine, we can be. Everything we are we imagine..
What creations we can dream!
One great, big game of mummies and daddies, shop keepers, teachers,
cops and robbers, mad scientists, inventors, doctors and nurses, and animal healers,
heroes and villains, and rulers, and rock stars,
warriors,
adventurers,
gourmet mud pie makers;
'anybody I think would be more interesting, more loveable, better than the "real" me'...
A bit of looking, some basic understanding of psychology, and a whole lot of gut-wrenching honesty is required to see that humanity is full of toddlers through tweens:
most of us are prepubescent, so few ever reach mere adolescence.
Billions of babes, tots, small fry, minors, juveniles, and youths.
A whole world bumbling with infants!
Littleuns, in our innocence, taking ourselves so seriously..
In a way, it's kind of tragic.
In a way it's kind of sweet..
Just me and my granddaughters, two sweet cute tweens
eating up pizza. It’s “No-night” for greens!
I tell them old stories about family.
Their own funny stories they tell back to me.
They’ve brought a nail file. One files my nails
while I tell more stories with juicy details!
We play on the internet for a short while
then chat about things like our favorite hair style.
It’s now after ten, but tonight is for fun.
No going to bed till well after one!
We pick out a series on Netflix to watch.
At last we discover one that is top-notch.
I with my popcorn and they with ice-cream -
we’re living it up while living the dream!
Oct. 12, 2019 for the contest of Line Gauthier: Living the Dream
This poem brings a surprise,
Once I came home with bits of pies
In my hair, kids did what they dare,
Food fights all over everywhere,
All part of sacramental life,
Church celebrations full of strife,
No, I am not kidding,
In cream puffs we were skidding,
This Dracula finally left the scene,
You try teaching all those tweens!
Oom, bumba bumba bumba
Oom, bumba boo
Shoot the police and
Shooby dooby doo.
Oom, bumba bumba bumba
Oom, wumba woo
Shoot out on 42nd
Doo wacka doo.
THE ILLUSION
When we are small, small
We always fall, always fall
A small scar it may leave,
But insignificant we believe, we believe
When we are teens, tweens,
We always fall, fall, fall,
A small, small scar it may leave,
Our very self, self it smothers we believe,
Crazy, crazy, crazy, life sings, sings,
A monster every shadow brings, brings,
Our knowledge is at its peak we speak, we speak,
The monster, destroying, dying, dying we squeak,
Emptiness we feel, loss, hopelessness, hopelessness,
Leading foolishly, I myself can confess, yes I confess,
If we can grasp, squeeze with all our might, fight, we will find,
No monster, no shadow, no fear, only our mind, only mind.
By Jim Kirk-Wiggins (C)
Jumping about rising to a shout,
Teens, tweens, they love skinny jeans
No matter what age, they will not be encaged,
Their hatred for boredom,
Their lust to not be unjust,
They talk the talk, but can they walk the walk
Is a question many keen teens ask themselves.
They tend to their own fun, but not to mend,
The wrongs they have done to others.
Thirteen teens talk tacitly tending to their work
It travelled with her throughout her tweens and teens. Constantly putting her foot in her mouth. Friends come and go, but she's mostly without! Them... Yes them.
A lover, friends, and family she feels she can truly confide in. So many judging, so many secrets to hide.
Knowledge in Lal's head. Stupidity in her heart. Now she realizes how to be a child.
But the times up. Adulthood is here. Perhaps it has for a while. Even though she is 18 she is still considered a child. Her first heartbreak. A stab in the back. The boy she loved and her best friend. There together holding hands, in her face no punishment for them.
But every move she makes, comes with rejection her exes sardonic smile in the hallway. The story of a young girl between childhood and adulthood; and the extremities that lie between.
Someday Lal will figure it out. No more lonely cries, red eyes, and being deceived by lies. She will mount her white stallion and parade into the sunrise of victory.
And will finally close this chapter in her history.
Through the erotic alleyways
of dim set lamppost light,
smoky the figure struts on by
to catch the last bus of the night.
It's gone past eleven,
and it's down grim lucks drive,
but she'd've danced till dawn
swimming in any old dive-
Off goes the lady of liquor,
toes screeching to be a little quicker,
Her blisters cry to green sleeves
But she daren't try paddling in hazer's heap.
And she is in presence of charm
by tweens and men offering her arm.
They serenade her beauty in heckled praise:
"Your dead fit- give us a gob-job la"
and with a hickup she giggles,
and coyly flutters her stuck on eyes.
Oh the seductive sound of chavs zipper
that to her delight moonlight flicker
gives a hint to their gift like that of the ripper.
She passes by,
oh those gentle pricks of enticement-
the serenade fading to silence,
meeting her backed against the wall.
Nervous she presses her dress to her stomach,
blushing she takes her other hand
seductively pressing it on her lips and down her throat.
He grabs her wrist and thrusts his surprise toward it,
she bows her head in submission,
taking a firm grip-
she lurches and twists.
"There you go" she legs it.
Two poor country boys in their 'tweens
Going to the circus was a dream
Wild animals; all kinds of shows
Into the huge tent they would go
Going to the circus was a dream
Who could have possibly forseen
Into the hugh tent they would go
Just seated someone screamed," Fire"
Who could have possibly forseen
Wild animals; all kinds of shows
Just seated someone screamed,"Fire"
Two poor country boys in their 'tweens
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