Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Pepé Le Pew was more than just skunk he was a narcissistic rapist
But never convicted for assaulting that poor kitty who was painted
Then I realized that Tom wasn't just a cat he really was a racist
Chasing that brown mouse around the house while he was wearing black faces
Speedy Gonzales had an accent that gave meaning to his stereotype
Chasing dreams across the border just to earn his cheese and get a slice
Bugs Bunny was a thug and Elmer taught children how to kill
While Daffy Duck was giving lessons on how to lie, cheat, and steal
Around the corner from the Warners is the hood Sesame Street
The Count is pimping puppets on the corner near the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Mr. Snuffleupagus wasn't stuffy, because he always had a cold
I think him and Cookie Monster were snuffing magic rainbows up their nose
Bert and Ernie were ambiguously gay, but to each and their own
While Oscar was a grouchy bum who had a metal trash can for a home
Scooby Doo and the gang are self explaining nothing really odd
Four kids smoking dope and eating shrooms having conversations with a dog
I was fascinated with Disney and all its magical animated treats
Later I discovered the visuals could be enhanced with smoking pot and LSD
Disney could sell more than any bedtime story you would tell
It had a way of perverting any character from Cinderella to Ariel
So many different characters to show the different colors in the world
Placing people inside a category and s*xual placement I concurred
Good guys wear white and bad guys wear black
Women belong inside the kitchen, and your skin determined your social class
Cartoons or propaganda, babysitter or a friend
I guess it depends upon the environment of what the results are in the end

~ JJF~

---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----Pictures I found in a box at home
Frozen images of a boy and a time long gone
Im flying a kite over a snow covered field
Behind me my grandfathers barn rest on a hill
His old tractor colored with rust and its tires are flat
I got my first BMX bike the spring after that
I would ride it up and down the clay covered roads
Staring far in the distance awaiting my dad to come home
Heres us standing next to a stream near the home we all made
Running along our old junkyard and the corn fields where we played
Some pictures are faded and yellowing from mold
Stealing the boy who was warm and now shivers cold
A boy who was always amazed with wondering eyes
Even when he awoke his dreams never would say goodbye
So I placed a new picture inside of the box
One I set on the bottom and replaced the old top
And now when I look I will always see us together
In this picture we took as a family last December
It was a beautiful day under a clear winter sky
A picture I hope that my children will find

~ JJF~

A Mothers love is a gold blanket Yet without a Fathers bed of support
That blanket gets pulled a bit to tight
She tries to be all for her children
A hanky on the thumb and she's Thumbliena
She has her child's helmet in the bathroom during a Minor earthquake
She's Agnes the toilet rider, and she cracks you and you're friends up
She tells you stories of a lady and her exploding girdle
She thinks she has you fooled
She thinks her children are unaware
Unaware of how hard she really works
Unaware how close and often they have come
To loosing all
But you know
I know
A single Mother is a job that shouldn't be necessary
So as her children we love and appreciate her all the more
Thank you Toilet Rider
JPowell

Eyes shining
Love and adoration pouring
From her rapt expression
As she gazes at him
Standing or sitting he towers over her
This man, her father.
She goes to him for approval or vindication
The first man in her life she'll ever love
They are each other's gift from above.
Daddy! Daddy!
Look! Look! Can you see?
Daddy! Daddy!
See me! See me daddy looking pretty.
She is only four
Yet hands on her waist
She looks as if she knows the score...
To look him straight in the face and say...
Daddy, I love you.

The coastal plain meets the sandy shore,
like a Monet painting...lines of demarcation,
elusive and confused.

Sea spray burst through the rocks,
metered by the grainy boulders that line these shores,
and this town.
It is here that I was born,
and now I have returned to take my leave...
from all of this,
from all whom I have loved,
from all that I have loved.

Straw snaps under my feet as I make way
to the other side of the Grove...
there I will sit and remember who it is I claim to be...
and who is it that I am.

The elderly lady from across the fork wrestles with her linens...
one will subdue the other so it seems.
She smiles and waves, as the bedsheets appear to get the best of her.

I wisk on by wondering aloud "could she possibly recognise me,
or is every stranger a friend?"

The Wisteria trees are in bloom now,
as are the wildflowers that align every street,
children play with everyday items as toys,
while dogs chase them wondering why.

This was my home...yet where is there one that knows my face?
True, I left long ago,
to find the promise of salvation,
a salvation vanquished by my dreams...
without a trace.

If I have a home...it is here.
Still I am a stranger in a strange land...
come home to rest and be reborn -
to relive a thousand memories...
soon I will wake from this dream,
only to wonder again,
from whence it all came...
and to where it has gone.

by Gregory Sexton
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Co-oooo-CO
soft the song of the morning dove
gathering twigs in quiet grove
to weave a nest where eggs will rest
placing each in way that's best
round and round each to wind
tell a nicer home you could not find

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
warming eggs with body's stove
wings nestled down all through the night
tell a day in warm sunlight
chicks begin in eggs to scratch
and one by one each to hatch

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
cooing to her children sounds of love
nestled in their blankets sleep
tell one lets out a joyous cheep
then all together gather round
singing in their nest above the ground

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
the day she greets each with a little shove
and one by one each must fly
on their own in the blue spring sky
for each must grow strong and smart
and learn to soar like a dart
but there in each and every heart

Co-oooo-Co Co-oooo-Co
will play the song that mother liked to sing
and one day to their own children bring
when nestled safely under wing

Racing down the stairs
ready for the day's adventures
in a hurry to get outside
mother making me eat first

I bolt my food as fast as possible
then flee outside and down the road
stopping at Bobby's on the way
his mother telling us behave

Together we head for the woods
right deep into its heart
there a large tree stood
with branches hanging low

We climbed up to our tree house
checked around, then settled down
would today be the day we thought
eyes fixed fast on a falcon's nest

They should be due to hatch now
a cluster of three eggs in nest
look says Bobbie there is a crack
sure enough he was right

Fascinated we watched the chick hatch
struggling to break free of its shell
wet and sticky looking very bedraggled
to us lads it was the most beautiful sight

been stuck inside for days
it's raining cats and dogs
no fun in here i says
just joy for all the frogs

i grab my sis and out we head
paddle pop sticks in our hand
getting wet our clothes are lead
but fun is all we plan

to the corner of the street
one house away mind you
where the hill and flat meet
laughing as we do

up we walk a little way
the gutters roaring fast
set our sticks into play
to see who would come last......

A frosty window pane
childrens toys and games
diamond smiles on icy xmas lights
shine on the faces of a huddled carol group
thay sing of peace and silent night

A liitle boy that no one knew stud closely by and hung
a line or two there voices echoed through a thousand
years his joy was shattered by the soldiers telling him to
move along and he turned and asked the woman
throgh his tears

Mama what is xmas without war
mama what is xmas without feara
and mama must we live with this distruction all the years

I'm a miner lady tall and proud
It's my job to rile up the crowd
When we're down a goal
Here us shout
"Come on miners! Rock it out!"