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Reminiscing as of late.
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SHE!!!!!!!! AND I ONLY USED "CHILDHOOD" AS BAIT TO GET YOU PEOPLE READING IN MY DARKNESS! BTW: STEPHEN KING CO-Authored A GREAT BOOK ENTITLED "ON WRITING" IT'S A TUTORIAL WRITTEN FOR POETS WHO WANT TO BE REAL.....IN THE TEXT THEY OPINE "NO GOOD AUTHOR ABUSES THE PRIVILAGE OF USING AN EXCLAMATION MARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEY, TYHE SAID ANY GOOD WRITER
Childhood Memories
Thinking back to long summer days when life was simpler and pleasures more appreciated.
Ode to my hero...
A little story: I was 6 years old, i entered the living room and was clearly in "the huff", my father asked me what was wrong!? I said "ok, dad, imagine you were god" he did , "ok, now, if i came to you and said, ok god, give me all the powers of superman, make me that special and i will help YOU, i will make peace, stop wars, cure hunger and save lives, the deal is, if i missuse my powers you can just take them right back..." my dad pondered for a moment and said "son, your right, i would give you that chance.." with that i stood up, placed my hands in my pockets, and shrugged with another deep sigh.. "Then whats gods problem!!? sheesh!!" back then i really didnt understand why he didnt grant my wish...lol...
My Willow Tree
I remember when i was five, my favourite place to be, was not school or the playground, it was my special willow tree. I could climb it and sit on it, it would even give me shade, sitting under it on a hot day, with my little bucket and sp
All the worlds a stage
One of my favorites id like to spend the time dissecting this poem, give me a break here im no poet just love taking interest in poetry.
WINTER
like being a child again
Glowwe
And goodbye to the old days.
Make Believe
For childhood goodbyes.
Once Upon A Time...........
Once upon a time, there was a little girl She couldnt go out to play. She would sit at her window and look outside,watching the children on their bikes they would ride. She looked at the flowers, and the trees and the birds. But she didnt sa
Time flies by
I just thought of this and wanted everyone to read it so they can feel what I felt when I wrote it.
Sisters
memories of my sister and i
Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky
From Lewis Carroll's "Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There".
The Child in the Early Night
It's the path of the night, It's the flight in the early light. Descending to the ground While it's up high at peace And tumble to search something found It's odd, it's even, it's why are all taken and eaten? Crumble do
I remember when
I remember my mother hitting me until I fell i would scream and yell but no one could her or see she would grab my hair pulling it harder as she it screaming out her lungs when I didnt do something right
true loves trust
crawl up on the couch with grunting effort reaching.... for every precious inch achieving a small victory then one deep breath standing on the arm balance precarious suddenly a volume increasing rebel, indian, viking berzerker scr
[b]So This Was The Sixties[/b]
I wrote this one year after my dear wife passed away, when someone who encouraged me to 'start living again', wanted to know what it was like to be a teenager in the Britain of the sixties.The milk bars,the dancing,Rock'n'Roll was generally happy music,and there was still a certain amount of 'innocence' in the sixties,all gone now of course.
Little Mary Bottle : Part 2
Twas a beautiful day in Cutesville as beautiful as could be. And little Mary Bottle was cheerful as cheerful could be. Today was the day that Mary most desired, today was the day of the pageant to pick "Best Child" of Cutesville this year. The p
Little Mary Bottle : Conclusion
The little boy from the other side of town raised his head and looked around. All the town folk and the judges of course, were looking at him. Looking at him with expectation on their faces, please try little boy they seemed to be saying. A spar
Little Mary Bottle : Part 3
And so the little boy from across town also preened and primped. He smoothed his unruly hair and brushed his teeth till they were as white as white could be. From under his bed did the little boy pull a box, a box that held a jacket and pants. He don
Little Mary Bottle
Cute little Mary Bottle lived in a cute little town called Cutesville. Little Mary was picture perfect. She always smiled at everyone, everyone in town. Her blue eyes were blue as the sky and her bouncy blonde hair glinted with a touch of sun. So al
I wish I had a Caveat
About a book I wrote
SHAWN
this story is about a guy i knew as a teenager, he taught me how not to be the victim of other kids because i did not grow up in that part of town or because they considered me a nerd or an outsider
Madge
Writing of a very independent grand aunt who taught me the values of inner strength and letting it carry me during the hard times.
heart so cold
heart so cold winter born love and life soft as grey but torn away just to laugh but cry just a little bit of humble pie smile for me even when im just in misery love me now more then life as i feel i am empty looking for strangers hands to guide my
"GOOD PARENT"
You say you're a good parent Though your daughter's on the street. You paid for things, a roof and clothes She never lacked for stuff to eat. You ask, "How can she do this?" To YOU , when you've given so much! It's just not FAIR, ungrateful k
tired
A piece of me
Nearly Twenty Years
Childhood
~One Kodak moment ~
An expression of love that perhaps a man can feel, if growing up he never did an wonders when he will. Sharing a thought of how it may be.
Young Thoughts & Feelings
This is my first poem ever.
Unforgetable
There she stood Slim tall and proud Her deep smile Could utter a crowd She raised her arms And looked around Then down she went In a single bound When she submerged With peirceing brown eyes Focused on me I had to say hi She walked up
The Past
*same as my other poems*
Salt On A Birds Tail
There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you. You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they sho
Only the Dark
Wind tapping on windowpane dark shadows drift near First fright Child it will be alright Its only just a starless night all will be well come morning light
Unforgetable Love
I do wonder what became of her..
God Bless The Child
For all the sexually abused children in the world...........only adults can stop this from happening......
Nostalgia
I really want to do all this......
~Sweet Youth~
We can all feel young, it's that inner child.
GROWING UP IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD
reminissing of my childhood,and feeling so blessed!!!a more innocent time..I Really miss it.
Proper Parenting
A babe is born naked and pure, A blank slate of infinite promise. From his arrival into our world, We teach and preach and tutor. We define all his limitations; Educating him in all that cannot be, Finding and sorting and showcasing his faults.
summer morning vision
hmmmm...