Childhood and adolescent days
The poem or some sort of a poem written in verse attempts to create a crude collage of what I was as a child.I was just living without any knowing the rules of the game called existence.I was living with and sharing my life with everyone ,yet I seldom felt that I was with with them for long.I never sought a future,it came to me unannounced and carried me far away to places which made me more vulnerable and more obstinate. I am withholding the factual elements from the poem,just in case it does not turn out to be an autobiography and get rejected from the poem section.On a piece of paper of paper I would revisit it and do some more craftsmanship on the lines before drafting it as the final work.I dont know whether there are options for editing these lines in future.My illness also contributes to this poem which is reflected in some of those subtle expressions.It could be a PTSD,OCD,Asperger syndrome,Depressive ilness or just a little,little of every one.
Obviously
I was about 8 years old and my first thought was this man either had x-ray vision or he was peeking in my window while I ate breakfast.
Ice in my veins
Ice in my veins and tears that poke I feel it still from the words that you spoke Shivering on the frozen ground My pounding heart, I hear every sound Hiding away from the reach of your grasp But you could feel my fear, hear my gasp No sunlig
Silly Nana
Yup,my silly nana,dear departed, I smile. xxxx
thru the eyes of a child
this was written with the memories of birth, childhood, puberty and young adolescence.
The Child
to be without one sense is hard enough but to be without two must be nearly impossible. I know of all the senses these are the two I would not want to lose.
Growing Up
Well the memory is still vivid of long ago and the spirit is still strong of thought, although slightly creaking just a few lines of a scene that fleeced itself from time.
Wishing and Hoping
When we are born, we don't have a choice. Our parents will love us, we listen to the voice. As we grow older, we then start to wish, toys,nice food,nice home and love. We go to school, at first,it's not nice. If the building is old, we mi
Emily
To my darling grand daughter EMILY
Nell
this is for my grandmother,my strength
return to innocence
Innocence, What a beautiful gift. It can never be destroyed. I lost mine a long time ago. Or so I thought. But I found it again. It was within me all this time, One of my bestest friends. Helping me to believe in goodness, Till the b
Nostalgia
I really want to do all this......
Unforgetable Love
I do wonder what became of her..
!! nOW fOR a gOOD nIGHT'S rEST !!
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innocence is bliss
child oh child why grow up so soon young as you are now playing all the games you can having all the fun you are child oh child don't grow up so fast these wonderful child moments try to make them last
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Starving Child.
This was written after my visits to Africa, viewing the poverty and the street kids begging is something that will always stay with me...
My Piano Man
A memory distant,yet very close to my heart of my Grandfather playing piano,and me all dressed up,tapping my black patten shoes upon the floor as if thy where tap shoes,dancing away,as I swirled the dress as if I was the Bell of the Ball. And always the mirthful look he wore upon is face,is one that is forever bedded in my mind and in my heart.
A Summer in Reflection
The morning sun hovers coyly behind broad shoulders of the John Crow Mountain before unwrapping petals of fever plant and Venice. Mama’s countenance was far contrast to one so radiant, so when the old Leyland bus went shuddering along gravel r
My Big Day
My heart with excitement beats The day's arrived, it's finally here Gown of white I wear with pride A veil my face it covers My father tall and proudly stands Our arms are interlocking Music begins, it's time to start The long walk down the
Wonderful place
I wrote this for my 8 year old daughter, she loves it and has a copy in her room, she called it a wonderful place, hence the title. To bring a smile to her face is what life is all about.
"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
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
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
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
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
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
[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.
Sisters
memories of my sister and i
Bunny
The little bunny had a shiny nose, a thing it could not mend, because its little powder puff was at the other end.
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
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 : 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
* Illusions *
I used to believe in illusion.. there was a time when I would close my eyes and believe that the stars were shining only for me I would carry my illusions with me, as if they were a child in a womb imagining.. that with their birth I'd know complete
SHE WROTE THIS (i have dimentia)
BECAUSE SHE'S A CHEAP DATE!
Boyhood -----Maturity
This is about life's tribulations and adversities so fraught with possibilities at a tender age.what we choose so early in life gallops to a race that we can stop at our own choosing at any stage of our lives.
Life Poem
I wrote this poem because I often think about life and how its important that despite our challenges there is always something to look forward to. I Chose to use a dolphin in this poem because I'm a diver and love them.
First Kiss
I was 8. She was 9. Beware of Cougars.....
Rock Me to Sleep
Written by Elizabeth (Akers) Allen. 1832–1911
I am your Love always
I am your Love always I am your child who plays your hand holding my hand Playing with me in the sand Helping me learn and grow Like the seed you sow you are my everything you are my one thing I love to listen to your song Not a tune or word
Every choice you make your destiny frfr
Worst day of my life pretty much my thoughts that day I told my bro I would be there for him always and I have up until few months ago clothed and fed him after I got outta foster care I took him in got custody of him. We just need to think our choices through sometimes something’s there to be there and you miss it I was a kid I just thought my grandma left our house or something and I wanted to smoke.. if I never smoked maybe I would not have saw what I did my bro too it he doesn’t remember luckily. If I get enough likes I may write one about my time as a state ward of Michigan nightmare that truly didn’t end till I was 31 you would think it would have ended at 17 but nope state only gave me 2 pieces of identification I needed 3 and one of ‘em they would not accept so I had no way to prove who I was I contacted state they said they gave me everything they had so I was just stuck no way prove who I was till I got pulled over in my car I bought then they give me one to suspend it ha I then made the choice to drive more and more and gave up trying to prove I am me to sec of state f*ck Michigan man I went through hell because of law changes on terrorism and lazy workers in and outta jail dwls fines repos made me feel like a criminal so I became one for awhile sold dope weed acid pills lied stole I was a bad dude all because the state didn’t give ‘em enough ids joke man luckily I had cash paid for apartment for 6 mo no identification needed Benjamin Franklin vouched for me ??
MY POEM ABOUT AN EGG
ITS BOUT AN EGG ITS A TRUE STORY