Childhood Poems (355)

The child sits in the sun drenched meadow
appearing to stare very intensely afar,
what captures the child's interest?
Nothing that is obvious to any of us.

He seems to be listening intently
is it to the robin who is singing?
The wind brushes across his skin
and he shivers as it touches him.

His mother quietly approaches
gently takes his hand in hers.
He clings tightly and nuzzles her
drawing in her scent to his nostrils.

The sad truth is that this child
is both deaf and blind
no sounds he hears
and no pictures he sees.

He is trapped in a silent world.
And will never see his mothers face.
yet he recognizes her scent
he feels the wind on his skin.

I had a dream
When I was small
I’d watch it play out
Against the wall

Though he came
As if a stranger
There never was
A lasting danger

Excitement then
He did invoke
And when he left
My heart was broke

The dreams they left
With childish pace
No more did I set
My eyes on his face

Now I’m grown
Those years long gone
Wisdom replaces
Fantasies of young

But in the dark
I lie down and smile
And dream of him
For a little while

My mind is open
My body awake
I give in to the touch
It’s his to take

So is it a dream
When touch is real
This tenderness
He makes me feel

Fantasy or Real
This man of the dark
I’ll see him again
In dreams I embark

Sleep well my infant dear, gently rest
in your new world bathed with heavenly light;
Whilst I, with oceanic tears my grief invest,
for my infant dear, live in spheres of endless night,

Pray I therefor, your eyes grace a differing day,
annulling pain, which each earthy day did pass,
sad aching arms that once the loving breast did lay,
that unquestionable love, wherein the Motherly heart amass,

Thus, heart torn and wrenched, alone in morbid solitude,
empty the yearning arms, relegated to despondent shade,
wet the woeful eyes, yet love's vision still intrude,
for betwixt us both, corridors shall ne'er be slayed,

Nurtured I, your all too shorter days, sanctified no less
though sadly brief, lovingly proud, I happy bore
thee to my breast, my whole being did so address,
yet now in grief, wished that I could have done more,

I, in fruitful sorrow still your passing pine,
for our hopes and what might have been,
to daily watch the rich progression of the vine
amid the fields of life bathed in youthful green.

FROM THE DISTANCE,
I PERCIEVED THE SAVOURY FLAVOUR
OOZING IN CONTINUOUS STREAMS OF GREY,
LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL ORCHAD OF GREY HAIRS
THAT WORE DAD'S IMAGE OF AGE OLD WISDOM;
I FLEW THE BUTTERFLY STYLE
IN SEARCH OF THAT FLOWER OF WORDS
AND HE SAID TO ME SON:
LIFE FRAILITIES
ARE RUSTS ON A GOLDEN LACE
IN THE MOONLIGHT DANCE, UNWANTED GUEST
IT LEAVES IN THIER TRAIL
A POOL OF PAINS AND THE SAUCE OF TEARS SO SORELY FELT
TO MAKE AMENDS
DON'T DARE SUPINE
LET GO YOUR SWEAT, TODAY
THAT TOMORROW,
MAY PAY YOU A GOOD HOST.

When we were young, energetic, full of life,
On Saturday mornings, we were at Colaba
At our granny’s house, with uncles, aunts, nieces,
Stretching ourselves at the beaches,
Swimming in the Back bay waters,
Eating mangoes, basking in the sun,
Playing with shells, stones, pebbles, gun.
Sometimes, burying ourselves in the sand,
Remaining there for a long time,
With only our heads popping out for fun!

Noon time, there were afternoon siestas,
Dead tired after watching on telly fiestas,
Now, when clock strikes 5.p.m,
We have hot cups of coffee
With spicy cutlets, crispy nuggets
To pamper our greedy pallets.

By evenings, we get ready
To trot to Eros Theatre steady,
Screening Marx Bros., Laurel and Hardy,
Or slapstick comedy of Dean/Martin, Jerry/Lewis,
A laugh riot of our times gone by,
Till tears fall off our eyes!

At nightfall’s, we had wooden cots,
Laid out under Papal Trees and flower pots,
With the cool evening breeze blowing
Hearing fairy tales from granny at bed time
And falling asleep like a log!

Oh! Those were the days gone by,
Waking up one fine morning,
From a soft be into a luminous sunlight,
Feeling warm, well fed, well loved,
Well cared for a hug and longing,
Peace, silence, stillness, bliss,
Will those nostalgic days ever commeth?

__The End__

.....My name is paisley i am almost a year old. I had been a family pet until they decided i was to big for that. My family put me in the back of their their truck we started a long journey to get to the circus. I was told we were going there to visit. When we got there they let me out and told me to go into the tent. When i got into the tent they took off leaving me all alone. I went int the tent laid down in the middle of the ring where i cried myself to sleep.
.....Paisley was startled in the morning when people came in the tent. She started running around hysterically. The ring master called for Ellie; a 4 year old elephant, Daisy; her little sister elephant, Mijal the elephant trainer. Meanwhile they tried to calm her down, but it was no use. Then Ellie walked in with Mijal on her back and daisy trailing behind her. Paisley ran over to them as they entered she wanted to know who they were. Mijal got down off Ellie. He rubbed paisley trunk then offered her some peanuts from Ellie's pouch. It calmed her down. Ellie told her to come get breakfast as Mijal would make her something to eat. Ellie had Paisley grab her tail and led her to their tent as Daisy picked up the rear with Mijal.
.....They finished eating then decided to introduce Paisley to all the other animals. They skipped off out of the tent towards the watering whole. Ellie dropped the ball onto the ground and they played until they were told it was time to practice. Mijal brought the tools out for the tricks. They headed into the field to practice. Daisy and Ellie showed Paisley how to do the ring toss. Ellie tried to toss the rings to Paisley to catch them, but she just was any good at these tricks. They decided to do the ball trick. Paisley could not balance the ball and bounce it both. She was getting frustrated as she could not do it. Mijal called lunch time. Everyone got there food then sat down. After lunch Paisley asked if she could show them what she liked to do.
.....She asked Ellie to put on slow soft music. Paisley got up and headed to the field. The music started. She lifted off the ground and into the air as she twirled very elegantly. She landed so softly to the floor like a feather. she spun around then jumped up in the air twirled around again and like a feather settled on the ground. She finished her dance with a one hand stand into a somersault. She pushed herself up to her feet as the music ended. Everyone had been watching her. They all started clapping as they came towards her to welcome her to the family. Mijal looked at paisley with eyes of a delighted father. He turned to Paisley, would you like to start the show tonight. She looked at him and said a very joyful yes. She then walked around hugging everyone and thanking them for letting her into their family. Paisley was happy she had found a new home.

My nanna used to bring me to Blackpool beach,

I was her favourite little peach.


I remember that day as clear as the polar bears in Iceland,


As I was sitting on the donkey his footprints in the sand,

I heard a yell so I looked behind me

What did I see,

My nanna laughing hysterically on her cushioned bum,

The hired out deck chair had come undone,

Oh I loved those days with my nanna

Under the Blackpool sun.

My memory's of a hired out deck chair,


And my lovely nanna .


Your not forgotten.

Poet to Poet

early morning/
darkness/

Poet, old bag of bones
upside down,
what are you searching for
in poetry,
in meditation?

the mother you never had?

the child in you
that you did not conceive?

death?
ease from the fear of death?

Revelation?

dwelling in the house of the clouds
where you imagine
you once lived?

"Born alone,
we depart alone."

melancholy poet,
behind your clown face
behind your wise cracks-
how heady it is
to let the ideas rush to your pen.

but even upside down
you are sad.

Even upside down,
I think of our death.
Even upside down
I curse the emptiness.

(pause)

Meditating, poet,
on the immobile lotus,
my mind takes flight
like a butterfly
& dabbles in bloodred poppies
& purple heather.
Defying gravity,
Defying death

what makes you think
the riddle is better solved
upside down?

Blood rushes to your head
like images that come to fast
to write.

After a life held in the double grips
of gravity & time, poet,

After a headfirst birth
out of your mother's bowels
& into the earth,
you practice for the next,
you make your body light
so that in time,
feet first, poet
you will be born
into the sky.

I must close...take care, poet.

To see the world through a child's eyes
Colour ricochets with feelings of wonder 
Time endless days are weeks 
Innocence a gift in youth 
Sheer joy free a feeling of bliss 
A child's mind spirit and soul 
Capable of rational taken by age 
Excitement combined with curiosity 
Experiences indulging with eyes bulging 
The beauty of age is to appreciate time 
The beauty of youth is times importance to be unknown 
A child brought into the world 
Priceless happiness to those who may hold
A child of their own a new spirit created 
With a part of yourself imitated 
Some of us will never be blessed 
With this true gift of a child a legacy left

I love to sleep because i pretend that i'm dead, but i hate waking up, 'cause it's hard to forget that i've lost all control of this life that i've held so dear. I wait for the bus but i'm not on the bench. I'm just spread across the ground making friends with cement. hoping that the bus won't miss me when it comes my way.
Well i made a few jokes and they said they weren't funny. i tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly. i tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me. Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor, and i asked her what she wanted, and she said she wanted more. i tried to find a lover, all i found was an enemy.

Well i stand in front of the mirror and look at myself and i don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help. and i start to struggle to hold myself back from thrusting my heart straight through the f*cking glass. and im tired of falling for girls that don't care, and breaking my back just to make them aware that i'm more than depressed, and their time won't be wasted, But i am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.

Now i'm lost in this hole and i'm sure i am stuck, and i cant run away 'cause i'm lazy as f*ck. And i sit on the floor as i gather my thoughts, and their full of broken promises that only piss me off. Well i lost control when i was only a boy. The world taught me angst when i deserved joy. Now im breaking down as i struggle to breathe, 'cause i believe in a God that won't believe in me.