Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

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 down, it doesn't need anymore clowns.

Stop the laughs....stop the games.



This Child doesn't want to get blamed

for something that the foxes tore apart,

scattered to the four winds

forever forgotten,

forever gone.

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

It's good to feel wanted..good to be alive,
For a while I was down..but I'm glad I survived...
To see your cute little face..hear your sweet baby voice,
It takes me back to the days,when I was 'one of the boys'
We'd call for our girl,then when the evening was gone...
We'd still see them home..(though sometimes at dawn)
We knew it was wrong,to keep the girls out so late..
But we were young,and the girls?..they were all special dates.
We knew that their parents, would be angry and mad..
And if a door suddenly opened..it was sure to be her Dad!
Oh,there were'nt any shotguns, no weapons in sight,
He did'nt need weapons to give us a fright.
Then next day we'd meet,and exchange a few tales..
Was her father still angry..was her mother still pale?
But we never did learn..never really heeded..
It was worth all the risk..to see the girl you needed!
And the hippies 'free love'?..well,yes it was there..
For the hippies and beatniks, with the flowers in their hair!
In their own little world,drugged up to the eyes..
Hardly surprising that so many of them died!
So were we all angels?..no,you're quite right,
We'd sometimes want more,when we cuddled up tight,
But in those far distant days..as I recollect..
For your girl,for your parents..there was always respect!
Now the sixties have gone,and I'm no longer young..
The songs we loved then?..they're still being sung..
And like those old songs..I know I'll survive,
I'm healthy,I'm happy..just glad to be alive.

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 presents that came with the title were wonderful indeed. Toys and clothes and books to read and a bicycle with whistles and bells and red streamers too. But best of all was every child's desire, free candy, candy for one whole year!
Little Mary put on her best frock and preened and cooed before the mirror to be just right. But across town was the dirty little boy, the little boy that was not just right. He too wanted to be the "Best Child", but how could that be? He was worried and sad for no one would pick him of that he was sure. But try he must, cause he also desired the prizes. And most of all he wanted the new clothes so that he could fit in and maybe one day have a mother and father that would love him as he needed to be. ....to be continued.

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 sparrow landed on his shoulder and chirped just once
and from behind him, the boy heard
a little girls' voice whispering, "Please try, please do" "Please
my boy, I fear you are the best".
A single lovely note rang loud and clear and echoed about town. The little boy enchanted the judges and all
of Cutesville. And on that day
the boy from the other side of town was proclaimed the pageant winner and all were pleased. But most of all Mary Bottle was content and happy you see because today
she heard an angel sing so beautifully. This day and this day alone two angels were made. The little boy from the side of town with his beauteous voice and Mary Bottle for her generous and sweet soul.
The boys wish was granted that day as all the citizens of Cutesville adopted him of course. There ends this tale of woe which turned into one of joy. So keep your hearts open to hear the voices of angels wherever you go.

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 donned the suit and put on his black shiny shoes and straightened his tie. Oh my, oh my didn't
he look so fine, as fine as fine could be.
The hour approached as everyone gathered in the town square. And the all important judges were there, there in the town square. The contestants stood in one straight line, each one smiling the biggest smile one ever did see. And so it began, the judges judging and judging some more. How to decide, oh how will they know, which little boy or little girl will be the winner, better than all.

Little Mary Bottle was happy and hopeful that she would win. She grinned, she grinned and grinned some more. It was her turn to show her talent and a talent is was..spinning bottles, different colours and different sizes, spinning and spinning some more. Till all the bottles in Cutesville were spinning and spinning as one. The judges smiled and nodded as one...maybe she's the winner, maybe.
Twas the little boys turn. What shall he do. He shook, he pondered and he was afraid. He always sang in his little room and the birds joined as the chorus, is this what he should do? And so he began with a faltering note. He hung his head as a tear he did shed, hit his black shiny shoe, and he thought I can't do.

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 all be told, litte Mary Bottle was good as gold.
Across town in the rundown section lived a little boy who was not cute, not cute at all. His dark hair was messy and beyond repair.
His sallow face boosted dark black eyes that missed nothing, absolutely nothing at all.....to be continued.

IN SCHOOL THEY TOLD HIM ,THAT HE WAS NOT GOING TO AMOUNT TO ANYTHING IN LIFE
well, he showed them
i have money , i have the girls ,i can fight ,i am not scared of you
im the life of the party
i have my own apartment at 14
i know celeberties ,
hey yall look at me ,i can get in any club in the u.s. for free
if they wont let me in, i have the key, heyyy mann kick that back door open for me lets party for free
shawn was my enemy at first, and eventually became my friend
fight after fight sealed the bargin ,shawn was my friend to the end
to the end of the party
to the end of meeting that special girl
to the end of living a suckers life
and to the begging of living in a criminals world
pain and hardships is all that he knew in life
he came from a broken home he came from a broken life
shawn saved me from the life of being a hood
he seen my intelligence ,he seen my good

They say she whacked off her hair
And crammed on a hat,
Dressed like a man,
Cussed and chewed,
Married her hired hands
So she wouldn't have to pay 'em any wages,
Told 'em if they wanted smokes and booze
To get off their butts
And trap for cash.

When they left, fed up,
She just married another,
Outliving them all
Until she dropped dead
Of a heart attack
In front of the old wood range
While building biscuits.

Thirty years later
I still felt her presence
Coming down the stairs
Into the cold kitchen;
I'd light the lamp quickly
And save the single match
To fire up paper and kindling
Carefully set in the stove.

"Move over, Madge,"I'd whisper,
"Gonna have pancakes today."

At night her old homestead
House creaked and groaned,
Keeping company with the wild
Roar of the wide glacial river.
Every spring her crocus
And narcissus bloomed bright
Beneath the south-face windows.

So far from town, no one
Close enough to call or visit,
I found myself talking to her
When I was alone.

"Keep the fire goin' Madge,
I'm gonna shovel snow."

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 way into happiness again