Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

captive childhood imagination the sight of a centaur an thought of pegasis where'd they exist, a faun a troll winged dragon in flight, page by page it's child's mind delight, in awe of the unicorn up on hind's flowing mane, folklore an legend's centuries old, on the edge of the seat listening while storie's be told.

Auburn curls that fall across her face,
Bluest eyes innocence and grace
Her smile touches my soul
her kiss captures my heart
her little hand in mine
As we walk through the park
Emily your laugh your talk
And all you are
And watching you while you run not allowing you to go far
The happiness you give in your childlike way
Brings beauty and love to every day

Opera # 1

We always want more than we have
We always want more than we have
And anguish grasps our hearts
We stagger in an autumn wind
We are filled up with someone else's joy
Inflamed by someone else's feasts
Like sunshine on a glade
We draw our heads nearer over the tables

I'll embrace you, tipsy like separation
And take you in my arms
I won't share you, wild like abuse
Either with an enemy or a friend
It rarely happens to me like this
I will give you a bit of happiness
You will swing like light in the windows
And moths will rush towards your light

OPERA # 2

My house has been built but I am alone here
The door banged behind my back
An autumn wind is knocking on the window
Crying over me all over again...
Thunderstorm at night and fog in the morning...
The sun has turned completely cold
Old pains are following one another
Let them all get together!

My house has been built but I am alone here
The door banged behind my back
An autumn wind is knocking on the window
Crying over me all over again...
This is Fate and I can't
Ask anything of Fate!
I just know how the winds
Will be wailing after I'm gone

From the moment I felt you kick,
From the times you made me sick,
From the times you kept me awake,
From the time you were pulled out of me,
I hear that sweet cry, I just wanted you near.
From the moment I held you in my arms, I knew
What life and love was.
As the tears roll down my face,
I touched your little hands, I did not want to let go.
As you grow up your not a little baby anymore but a little man.
So smart, so brave, so much laughter, so much energy, so much light
You bring to us all.
You are what fills my heart with so much love and joy even when you’re bad.
So handsome and smart you are even a little sneak but that’s what little boys are.
You are my life you are my one love, you are my little boy from now till the end of time.

I was skipping stones in the Clackamas River and grandpa told me this story.

Once there was a stone.
She lived just about where you are standing.
She lived here for millions of years
and witnessed many interesting things.
then one day a boy carelessly tossed the stone into the river.
And she died.

THERE IS A LITTLE PLACE I GO. FOR A WINTER GETAWAY IN THE SNOW. IT IS'NT VERY BIG, YOU SEE- BUT FOR SOME,IT'S A LAND OF FANTASY. THERE ARE NO UNICORNS HERE, ONLY HORSES,COWS AND DEER.LITTLE INDIANS SIT IN THE TOWN SQUARE,SELLING JEWELRY HERE AND THERE. TURQUOISE,SILVER AND GOLD. AT THE END OF THE DAY IT'S USUALLY SOLD. MANY PEOPLE COME TO SKI,BUT MOST COME FOR ITS BEAUTY. HOT BATHS ARE NO PROBLEM HERE,AND WHEN YOUR DONE,YOUR MIND IS CLEAR. PEOPLE FROM EVERY RACE COME TO STAY AT THIS LITTLE PLACE. AND NOW I'LL TAKE THE TIME TO SAY, THE PLACE I GO IS CALLED SANTA FE.

Waking in a world that is so diminutive
I can see the back of my skull and in this I know how vast it is
So I fly for a while
Like an angel with a broken wing
Not knowing if I am going to hit the earth or not
But where have I gone
Nowhere!
I can’t seem to get the altitude I need to leave my world
Like a wall that is endless with no soil for its beginning and no sky to give it a place to end
Then it happens the obstacle is dissolving away evaporating and becoming the world I see
So I continue
My wing becomes better but the pain is still their.
I drift
Or at least it seems to me I have no direction
Then I see in the distance the lighting that walks
But what direction is this
If I can see the back of my head
The back of my mind
Then doesn’t that mean that there is only won direction.
I realize that this is true of all things in all worlds
I let it come to me and me to it
We become the center and in the center is the fixed and in the fixed there is nothing
In The nothing
There is the beginning.

Daddy don't cry....
I'm no feen...
Just like to get high...
I know I put you through alot....
Please dont give up on me pop...
i've never forgot....
Who was there when my mom was not...
10 years old on the block...
my daddy taught me how to fight...
I know it anit right.....
but where we from, people disappear into the night...
you told me, you used to get high...
Carry around a four five....
seen many people die...
When you said that you cry...
I never knew why....
To be continued.....

What is homeless?
Shouldn't it be houseless?
I have a house
But a home can not be found
Does this make me a homeless too?