BENTLEE CHALLENGE
True story they laughed at me and the quiet girl got mad and rowdy after 1 hour waiting ha ha
A Brownies Girl....Not
I was so into sports and in the late 60's you had to conform as a girl to brownies and girl guides my older sister did wonderfully, but i just was so into sport and dance, I was in a swimming comp when I turned up at Brownies, and my hair being very long was all wet, I was ordered out of the line up. My mum probably didn't give me a towel, was not about to tell the brownie leader lady. We were quite poor.
Childhood Memories: Vigus and I
Iambic hexameter (bentlee's challenge)
Daniel'sPoem
For Daniel "Why do you stripes in you forehead, Mommy? Are you old?" Not old But not so young that I cannot see the world contracting upon itself & the circle closing at the end. As the furrows in my brow deepen, I can see m
Oh How I Loved Her; Hillbilly Musing
Great memories from my youth in Almost Heaven, West Virginia. My Sweet Hillbilly Girl, the Lord took her, way too soon. The reference to "Mini Thin" refers to a West Virginia native Hillbilly rapper. Check him out Y'all!
YET INSPIRED
Frank Zappa once said, "It's a drag being rejected." True. But to me, interpreting our world differently than most is evidence that we're on a more enlightened journey through this reality, whatever the f**k it is!?
An artificail beautiful lady every man wants
Ancient Fairytale and belief
I Wish to be child
Wish to be fitter ... 10-year-old butter I'm just a magnet! I have a little butter in the thought ... I want to go out on the storm night ... Thought tree wore under the tree! Call back The river gaarutra ... My dead smile on the river! My m
Dungaree Blues
Feeling a little nostalgic for the 1960's.......
under clouds
I wanted to be a cloud, many generations ago.
Springtime In The Mountains
Trying to create a little springtime mood in this one……..
From Parent to Child
Based on an extract from Author: Medard Laz (from the book "Love Adds a Little Chocolate"). * My Mom typed out the above poem for me when I was a teenager. If you like, you may want to consider passing it along to your son / daughter. I know it gave me food for thought. Lol
DEAR DIARY
I remembered my first diary and how I felt keeping this precious book.
My eyes are brown not blue
I think I was in 7th grade when I wrote this poem. I always wanted to have blue eyes I always thought they were so pretty. But I knew I was beautiful inside even with my brown eyes.
CHILDREN.....
my week helping in a school holiday project.... a puppet show taught with a Kiwi theme.....
Little Black Sambo
Childhood memories of Little Black Sambo and the tigers, anyone else read that stuff before it was deemed inappropriate? I liked it, never really clicked it was about an Indian child..
Saturday Club
A glance back at more innocent times and the child still within.
Playtime
Having been raised in foster care, I thought writing about it might bring a new perspective. As with most of my poetry, what it did was bring some peace of mind
Ode To Noah
My first poem. I was 13yrs old. I hadn't had a Christian experience yet, but our Mother taught us Bible stories. One night she told the story of Noah and the Ark. That night in my bedroom I was thinking about the story and the words came to me out of nowhere. I grabbed a pencil and started copying the words down as fast as I possibly could! And I've never forgotten them.
Flowers
I never quite knew why my father took me hiking, Unlike other dads who simply took a belt to their rebellious son. My punishment to toil in the soil, Get dirty, and climb literal mountains That began as a tiny chip on boyhood's shoulder. There
Believe
Just feeling life as a course
Garage Sales and Gossip
This information about my family wasn't pleasant to hear, woke me up this morning along with the daily dread of going to a bad job. At least the friend said I was a good kid.
Brown eyes
Mirror mirror What do I see Who is that sad girl looking at me As I look at her I cry Something inside me has died Those sad little brown eyes Why was she given such a bad Dad Daddy Daddy Why her She’s just a child can’t you see Sh
Nobby
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990 I have performed this poem for performance poetry In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts.
My life as a young girl
I'm forever grateful.
Treasures Of The Mind
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
Treasures Of The Mind
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
Intimations of Immortality.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, Of glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find, Strenght in what remain behind.
Childhood Memories
How easily we forget those days when we are now surrounded by so much technology our kids think a phone is fun.
Birds that never flew
simple elegy for the ones we left behind
Not
Deleted
Sun Days
A splash of rain on the window pane I'm lying here thinking of you again Sunday drives in our old Renault 5 Driving aimlessly around the countryside Stopping for a walk, me lagging behind The scent of honeysuckle in the air We'd pick fuschia
The Covid Child.
It must be very difficult for children to make sense of Covid.
Why do you read my poems
Are you a vouyer to my past To read my words From my lifes journey On my journey of life's toil To find my hidden sole my life You read with such glee To find that hint of me My past my present My future not told I create these wor
Hundred year old horse
start of a novel if I had the energy
The Tree
Keeps happening This thing called change
Geraldine
I remember, when I was about five, being bullied, I remember, Geraldine, like a saviour, came to save me, I was about five, she was only about eight,, but she was like a super hero to me, that was my sister, I love her,, I know I dont tell her, but ,
Paperboys day
Memories of Youth
Christmas
christmas
Bittersweet
A few thoughts....Happy Thanksgiving.
Rivers of Life.
On Face Book I saw a photo of a huge ship travelling along the Thames.....everything changes...or does it.
To A Child Dancing In The Wind
I was thumbing through an anthology of W B Yeats' poems and I warmed to this one which I thought I would share. I follow the innocence of youth theme but cant interpret the piece about the labourer, perhaps you can unlock it for me. Anyway timely poem..