Nearly Twenty Years
Childhood
tired
A piece of me
"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
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.
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
I wish I had a Caveat
About a book I wrote
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
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
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
Bunny
The little bunny had a shiny nose, a thing it could not mend, because its little powder puff was at the other end.
[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.
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
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
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
Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky
From Lewis Carroll's "Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There".
Sisters
memories of my sister and i
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.
Glowwe
And goodbye to the old days.
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
Make Believe
For childhood goodbyes.
WINTER
like being a child again
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.
Porch Swing
a friend from here on CS asked me to write about where i was from and he did the same! this came from the core of my upbringing. please send some feeedback
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...
Childhood Memories
Thinking back to long summer days when life was simpler and pleasures more appreciated.
Home
Reminiscing as of late.
SHE- A BOSSY AUSIE
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
ARE U PEOPLE PROHIBITING MY POETRY ?
she SHE she SHE she SHE!
perhaps AWARE should be the word BEWARE ~freecee!~
BECAUSE JUST I DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT I GOT AND CAN'T GET MY JUST DESSERTS
A POEM BY A MAN CONSUMED W/CONTRITION ~free!~
IT IS A POEM ABOUT WHAT IS AND ISN'T
8 year old Child's visits (Part 1)
He looks at me, holding tears, And he can't set his eyes off mine. After counting days in fears That this moment will not come. He says violin was last lesson, Though he played very good each time But dad said violin is danger, It gives dust
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
The Ground
Stop child abuse and child trafficking..I think its worse than any other crime there is on earth..it really kills humanity..
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...
A Child’s Song
A poem about childhood, innocence, and how even though the years go by, we don't have to give up who we were just to be who we are now. (I originally posted this at the Starlite Cafe poetry site back in 2010, under the name Grailknight777.)
Bad Day
every guy can relate to this boys imagination..lol
"Don't you wish"
just wishing....
"LIFE'S LESSONS"
Sat on her lap till age eight or above, my mother taught me how to love. Sunrise sunset not afraid of the dirt my father taught me how to work. "Dont back down, when your right, your right" my grandma taught me how to fight. "God comes first every da
"LIFE'S LESSONS"
Sat on her lap till age eight or above, my mother taught me how to love. Sunrise sunset not afraid of the dirt my father taught me how to work. "Dont back down, when your right, your right" my grandma taught me how to fight. "God comes first every da
Flower Child and Sparks Fly
Life was so much better as a child growing up in the 1960's than it is today.