Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

.....My name is paisley i am almost a year old. I had been a family pet until they decided i was to big for that. My family put me in the back of their their truck we started a long journey to get to the circus. I was told we were going there to visit. When we got there they let me out and told me to go into the tent. When i got into the tent they took off leaving me all alone. I went int the tent laid down in the middle of the ring where i cried myself to sleep.
.....Paisley was startled in the morning when people came in the tent. She started running around hysterically. The ring master called for Ellie; a 4 year old elephant, Daisy; her little sister elephant, Mijal the elephant trainer. Meanwhile they tried to calm her down, but it was no use. Then Ellie walked in with Mijal on her back and daisy trailing behind her. Paisley ran over to them as they entered she wanted to know who they were. Mijal got down off Ellie. He rubbed paisley trunk then offered her some peanuts from Ellie's pouch. It calmed her down. Ellie told her to come get breakfast as Mijal would make her something to eat. Ellie had Paisley grab her tail and led her to their tent as Daisy picked up the rear with Mijal.
.....They finished eating then decided to introduce Paisley to all the other animals. They skipped off out of the tent towards the watering whole. Ellie dropped the ball onto the ground and they played until they were told it was time to practice. Mijal brought the tools out for the tricks. They headed into the field to practice. Daisy and Ellie showed Paisley how to do the ring toss. Ellie tried to toss the rings to Paisley to catch them, but she just was any good at these tricks. They decided to do the ball trick. Paisley could not balance the ball and bounce it both. She was getting frustrated as she could not do it. Mijal called lunch time. Everyone got there food then sat down. After lunch Paisley asked if she could show them what she liked to do.
.....She asked Ellie to put on slow soft music. Paisley got up and headed to the field. The music started. She lifted off the ground and into the air as she twirled very elegantly. She landed so softly to the floor like a feather. she spun around then jumped up in the air twirled around again and like a feather settled on the ground. She finished her dance with a one hand stand into a somersault. She pushed herself up to her feet as the music ended. Everyone had been watching her. They all started clapping as they came towards her to welcome her to the family. Mijal looked at paisley with eyes of a delighted father. He turned to Paisley, would you like to start the show tonight. She looked at him and said a very joyful yes. She then walked around hugging everyone and thanking them for letting her into their family. Paisley was happy she had found a new home.

WITNESSING TO YOUNG BROTHERS ON THE STREETS DYING EVERY DAY SEEING TEARS FALLING DOWN THE MOTHERS FACES AT THE FUNERAL AS THERE CHILD HAD TO GO
UNHERD OF BUT SEEN WATCHING THERE ONLY SON ON THE MOVIE SCREEN ONLY THING THE
FAMILY HAS TO GO BACK IS ON MEMORIES AS THEY BURY THERE CHILDREN AT THE CEMETERIES DIFF COLOR OF A RAG DIFF COLOR CHILD IN DA BODY BAG YO MOMMAZ SCREAMING YO MOMMAS YELLING BUT ITS NOT HELPING YO MOMMAZ HUGGING ON TO THE CROSS THINKING OF HER BABY SON SHE JUST LOST..DIFF COLOR OF A RAG DIFF COLOR BROTHER IN A BODY BAG...PRAYING TO GOD TO FIND THE LIGHT AS THEY READ IN THE PAPER IN THE BLACK AND WHITE ANOTHER CHILD DIES IN A GANG FIGHT A COLD BLOODED HEART WHERE DID IT ALL START SOME OF THE FAMILY WASNT THERE AND SOME OF THE FAMILY DID CARE NOW U REALIZE SHREADED TEARZ THROUGH THE YEARZ HARD TO BE SINCERE WHEN U DONT HAVE NO FEAR RAISED FROM DA GHETTO TO THE GET GO JUDGE PRE JUDGE IT WAS ALL THE SAME THE SOCIETY PUT THE YOUNG FOLKS THROUGH THE BLAME BUT ITS ALL THE SAME BLAME A BROTHER BUT YET I STILL SEE YOUNG DEAD BROTHERS

FROM THE DISTANCE,
I PERCIEVED THE SAVOURY FLAVOUR
OOZING IN CONTINUOUS STREAMS OF GREY,
LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL ORCHAD OF GREY HAIRS
THAT WORE DAD'S IMAGE OF AGE OLD WISDOM;
I FLEW THE BUTTERFLY STYLE
IN SEARCH OF THAT FLOWER OF WORDS
AND HE SAID TO ME SON:
LIFE FRAILITIES
ARE RUSTS ON A GOLDEN LACE
IN THE MOONLIGHT DANCE, UNWANTED GUEST
IT LEAVES IN THIER TRAIL
A POOL OF PAINS AND THE SAUCE OF TEARS SO SORELY FELT
TO MAKE AMENDS
DON'T DARE SUPINE
LET GO YOUR SWEAT, TODAY
THAT TOMORROW,
MAY PAY YOU A GOOD HOST.

When we were young, energetic, full of life,
On Saturday mornings, we were at Colaba
At our granny’s house, with uncles, aunts, nieces,
Stretching ourselves at the beaches,
Swimming in the Back bay waters,
Eating mangoes, basking in the sun,
Playing with shells, stones, pebbles, gun.
Sometimes, burying ourselves in the sand,
Remaining there for a long time,
With only our heads popping out for fun!

Noon time, there were afternoon siestas,
Dead tired after watching on telly fiestas,
Now, when clock strikes 5.p.m,
We have hot cups of coffee
With spicy cutlets, crispy nuggets
To pamper our greedy pallets.

By evenings, we get ready
To trot to Eros Theatre steady,
Screening Marx Bros., Laurel and Hardy,
Or slapstick comedy of Dean/Martin, Jerry/Lewis,
A laugh riot of our times gone by,
Till tears fall off our eyes!

At nightfall’s, we had wooden cots,
Laid out under Papal Trees and flower pots,
With the cool evening breeze blowing
Hearing fairy tales from granny at bed time
And falling asleep like a log!

Oh! Those were the days gone by,
Waking up one fine morning,
From a soft be into a luminous sunlight,
Feeling warm, well fed, well loved,
Well cared for a hug and longing,
Peace, silence, stillness, bliss,
Will those nostalgic days ever commeth?

__The End__

One step at a time.
I repeat these words
to myself in my mind.
Yet, the steps I take
leave a mess in their wake.
No way to contain
my disdain
toward the choices I make.
Impulsive actions
rarely leave time
for consideration.
I've taken
medication
day after day
to help me control
what I do and do not say.
Focus is no longer an issue,
but before the 'I told you so's continue,
let me tell you
this one thing:
what I need is concentration,
not reconfiguration.

day after day
and nite after nite
I search thru the darkness
to seek out the light

flies on the wall
tics in my bed
what does this mean
visions of you in my head

sitting at the desk
pounding away
tap click tap tap
is what you hear all day

mother watching tv
naked and afraid I think
see the monkeys do their thing
boy they look like they stink

snow flies up north
without prejudice it seems
it don't care who you are
frozen car door! You scream

just another freestyle
theres nothing to it
its so simple that even
a child could do it

Many life tales have i written.
All of wisdom and adventure.
I tell you now of a place,
Of my adolescence.

Barren and abandoned.
Blasted landscape,
Crumbled buildings.
Stunk of unnatural death.

Time did not exist there.
No one dared set foot in that place.
Crafted means to kill populace,
long ago.

It was perfect.
No life, no authority.
Where vigilance ruled.
Where the spirit of man,
Was observed in full.

It claimed my life.
Damned to that hell,
Though we were wiped clean,
from the earth.

They were children
Who weren't suppose to know
The ways of their elders.
Young and foolish,
Boy and girl,
Playing the roles of man and woman.

Learning their lines,
Setting the stage,
To rehearse each part
Until they perfected the craft
With a child they couldn't keep
And really didn't want.

In time the offers came,
With a price that sounded right.
Their parents played salesmen,
Their state played host,
The child played barter,
And their hearts played dead.

most of time, clouds are, and were
have not see my kitchen ware, or dare to care?
just like the carrousel, up, and down, back and forth
undesired, under construction
belly's full, with no blend to be unblended
another day will count to this unfinished list
most of time, clouds are, and were.

Children from different walks of life
Mix of laughter, play, without strife
Helping each other, so good to see
Different cultures, innocence a key

From countries, around the world they came
Seeking a new life, with needs the same
A tiny girl, asked if I came here too
South African, her pretty name a clue

Explained I came from London, I smiled
Like them had travelled, thousands of miles
Mixed with Kiwi kids, sitting so still
Listened to stories, having their fill

Older ones helping, was good to see
Treasure hunt or craft, enjoyment key
I learnt so much from them that week
Children teaching adults, ages and cultures meet.....