Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Just how great is my valley of peace
All safety tucked away from all harm
Where white lambs grow pure fleece
And rainbows are like a lucky charm
She was born like an angel on wings
Soaring amongst clouds that drift by
Innocent as a young child she swings
Under her grandmother's watchful eye
Life in a countryside is more informal
Is much slower and also more truthful
Living a good life that ain't so abnormal
And regardless of age is more youthful
When she visits the city she's amazed
As loud as all the fashion and glamour
Life back home on the farm be praised
We sure do alright without such clamor

Christmas should be a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
They gather 'round the Christmas tree
Little hearts beating eagerly

Their eyes closely scan each present
Wondering what Santa has sent
Some hope they have been good enough
And would get their requested stuff

Mum picks up each present gently
And reads to see whose it might be
A little heart leaps at its name
And then joyfully makes its claim

After presents are given out
Then it's time for another bout
It's time for presents' unwrapping
One can feel excitement growing

Tiny one still in diaper
Tries to peel off wrapping paper
Mum assists the eager beaver
Expectation growing stronger

Squeals of excitement fill the air
From the other kids gathered there
Their delight they cannot contain
Santa has delivered again

Once again thank you Dear Santa
Setting little hearts a-flutter
Making Christmas a time of joy
For every little girl and boy

Can I go back in time
To a sunny summer field
In its rhythm of peace
I watch as life slows
Peering over the dash
Through the windshield
I close my eyes and seek
Such memories like those
A child of the sixties
Far as a flower child goes
The last of my kind
The world will ever know
A lover of color patches
Sewn all over my clothes
Fading in some subtle hues
Into my dungaree blues

Wish to be fitter ...
10-year-old butter
I'm just a magnet!
I have a little butter in the thought ...
I want to go out on the storm night ...
Thought tree wore under the tree!
Call back
The river gaarutra ...
My dead smile on the river!
My mother
Storm light in the night
The little butter crying on the ground ...
Say, mother, today is my holiday ...
Wish to be fitter ...
10-year-old butter
I'm just a magnet!
I have a little butter in the thought ...
I want to go out on the storm night ...
Thought tree wore under the tree!
Call back
The river gaarutra ...
My dead smile on the river!
My mother
Storm light in the night
The little butter crying on the ground ...
Say, mother, today is my holiday ..
The dead son of a luxurious Maghara
Leave today ...
Leave today ...

The most beautiful girl on earth. Every man wants to marry her. Every day, she disappears in the night and came back in the morning. One day one of the men who want to marry followed her. He wanted to visit her home. To his surprise, this gorgeous and elegant woman asked him to go back because she not a human being and cannot marry him.
She kindly told him that she is a fish and turns to a human during the day.
He was in shocked and ran back to tell the whole single men that the woman everyone thought was the most beautiful on earth and whom every single is trying to find her love was actually a fish. No one believed him but the Fish never returned back to their village again

All my life I've been different,
Liking many things others don't,
When they would say, "It will",
I'd usually reply, "It won't."

Not that I was unfriendly,
Was rather easy to approach me,
But when I would share my views,
Seems most would readily reproach me,

So I spent alot of time alone,
Wondering why I seemed misunderstood,
Little did I know that one day,
This cold rejection would turn to my good,

You see, it forced me to turn inward,
And I explored the world inside me,
There I discovered a Mighty Creative Force,
Who's only purpose is to guide me,

Yes, rejection hurts a little,
Life may seem at times so mired,
But through the unjust pain of rejection,
You can, you MUST!
Remain,
Yet Inspired

Lookin' back through the years,
At the good and the bad,
We was really givin' it, Lord,
All that we had,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

In them West Virginia hills,
Back close to '79,
Smokin' homegrown stuff,
And sippin' dandelion wine,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

Wish I could go back,
Lord, I won't pretend,
Wish I could go back,
And do it all over again,

I was a brawny 21,
She was barely 17, Prettiest Mornin' Glory.
This mountain boy'd ever seen,


We was minin' for coal,
And diggin' ginseng,
Not a single worry,
When them churchbells rang,

We'd play all day,
Make love thru the night,
We just knew deep down,
The end was never in sight,

I got so much to say,
As I write this song,
So if you don't mind,
Please kindly follow along,

Today there's Mini Thin,
Uh rappin' them rhymes,
I tell 'ya that good 'ol boy,
Knows how to spin them times,

Way he tells his tales,
So sublime,
Gotta spin that LP baby,
Spin it one more time,

Sublimation turns,
Solid straight to gas,
Like seeing Frank Zappa,
With a backstage pass,

But I digress from,
The meaning of this song,
Makin' it too damn hard,
For you to follow along,

And I really do care,
That you get my drift,
Pie crust just ain't right,
Lessin' the flour you sift,

See I can make rhymes,
Sorta like Mini Thin,
But in a head-to-head,
That poetic hillbilly'd win,

Guess I'll end this Hillbilly Musing,
Cause it's gettin' kinda long,
And leave you to decide,
Is it a poem or a song?

All's I know it rhymes,
Darn sure easy to write,
It's what I do when,
I can't sleep at night,

Cause I loved her,
Oh how I loved her!

Mirror mirror
What do I see
Who is that sad girl looking at me
As I look at her I cry
Something inside me has died
Those sad little brown eyes
Why was she given such a bad Dad

Daddy Daddy
Why her
She’s just a child can’t you see
She’s just a little girl
Sitting on the floor
Playing with her dolls
While nobody’s looking after she
The beautiful girl with the brown eyes

Mommy mommy
Why can’t you see
Daddy Daddy
Is abusing she
Don’t just stand there and stare
Why don’t you protect her
Show her you care
Wipe the tears from her brown little eyes

Daddy Daddy
Why do you stare
She’s just a little girl
With sad brown eyes
Sitting on the floor
With No where to hide

For Daniel

"Why do you
stripes
in you forehead,
Mommy?
Are you
old?"

Not old
But not so
young
that I cannot
see
the world contracting
upon itself
& the circle
closing at the end.

As the furrows
in my brow
deepen,
I can see
myself
sinking back
into that childhood
street
I walked along
with my grandfather,
thinking he was old
at sixty-three
since I was four
to my forty.

Forty years
to take
the road out,
Will another forty
take me
back?

Back to the street
I grew up on,
back to
my mother's breast,
back to the second
world war
of a second
child,
back
to the cradle
endlessly
rocking?

I am young
as you are,
Daniel-
yet with stripes
in my brow;
I earn my youth
as you must earn
your age.

These stripes
are decorations
for my valor-
forty years
of marching
to a war
I could not declare,
nor locate,
yet have somehow won.

Now,
I begin
to unwin,
unravelling
the sleeves
of care
that have kept
me scared,
as I pranced
over the world,
seemingly fearless,
working
without a net,
knowing
if I fell
it would
only be
into that same
childhood street,
where I dreaded
to tread
on the lines-
not knowing
the lines
would someday
tread
on me.

Daniel,
when you are forty,
read this poem
& tell me:
have we won
or lost
the war?

~Mom

Went to some garage sales
Got two cds, pig calendar, calculator, pacman glass
And a note book
I also got some information about my family from a long time friend
This person knew my mom and dad before I was adopted
My brother swore at my mom when he was little
My nephew was mad at my sister
My mom let my brother and sister do anything
While getting on me for the smallest things
My other nephew doesn't have to work because mom lets him
His mother had another baby she wouldn't take of
She felt bad for my dad when mom made him sell his house
For a house that was way more expensive and in need of repair
It's nice to get another perspective
To let you know you're not the crazy one
Because some people are good at making you think you are