Most Liked Childhood Poems (355)

A long time ago,
God found no one righteous but Noah,
And then came the rain,

When Noah finished the Ark,
the whole world, it began to get dark,
And there were screams of agony and pain,

The Ark rose from the oncoming tide,
The people ran to the mountains to hide,
But they were soon washed away unto the bowels of the Earth,

The Ark weathered the long rain-filled days,
Till the sun's rays showed fourth through the haze,
Noah's days of labor soon showed their worth,

Let us also find delight in God's eyes,
And not give heed unto Lucifer's lies,
For unto the Day of the Lord we boldly stand,

Cause nothing this world can do can harm us,
And nothing Satan can say will alarm us,
Because, lo and behold, we rest in God's Hands

I never quite knew why my father took me hiking,
Unlike other dads who simply took a belt to their rebellious son.
My punishment to toil in the soil,
Get dirty, and climb literal mountains
That began as a tiny chip on boyhood's shoulder.

Therefore, it was a shock to come upon the proverbial field of flowers
Growing in such unexpected places
So like a sunny pasture instead at dusk usually perceived by young life.
Someone whom always saw things of beauty
Contained in a bottle to wither and die prematurely.

Rather odd that the older man would practically skip
And then drop right there amidst
All those pinks, lavenders, a splash of yellow,
Perhaps finally find some good in suffering
He would share with me as a means to escape the darkness.

When life gives you more than enough chances, be wise enough not to make more than enough choices....Life is great but yet cunning

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

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

Oh Nobby I am so sorry

That you were born to be a boy

To be toughened up

For my parents to destroy

 

Punch after punch Blow after blow

From a boxer in the army

Daddy beat you up

Into an emotional Tsunami



So when you grew up

You flipped your wig

Beating up everyone

You felt really big

 

Your wife and three daughters

Had to go into hiding

Yet her dad was the only one

She could confide in

 

Bashing on his door

Shouting “where’s my fu*king wife"

Threatening the old man

With a petrol chainsaw knife

 

 
Smashing up his van

By ramming yours into his

Terrifying the neighbours

And your own kids

 

The hatred that was in you

Wouldn’t allow you any peace

Until your father-in-law

Lifted the shotgun

And the double barrel he released



He blew away your head

While you were rolling a cigarette

Outside a London police station

Without a single regret

 

He received two years sentence

Cus he was provoked beyond all doubt

I visited him in prison

With cigarette papers and some snout

 

I just wanted to hear his story

Letting him know I bare no grudge

To bring him my forgiveness

As God is the only judge

 

He may have pulled the trigger

Of that double barrelled gun

Yet who loaded the ammunition?

Yes my dad and my mum

my dad was a farmer
and so was his father
probably even the whole generations
of his ancestors as he remembered

he told me all of his past
how difficult and hard life was
he hardly had a full meal when he was young
nor had shoes and or clothes to go to town

my situation was no different
same hardships and same element
in fact I remember it probably was even harder
I knew it very well I will never forget

but love and kindness my parents were full
they never ran out of compassion for one and all
they never complained nor expressed any disdain
for our being the poorest in the whole town

looking at our state, it made me think
I promised myself and told my parents
I would go to school, I would not fail
and change our life for the better

and so I did, with the grace of our Lord,
worked the hardest filled with courage
it wasn't easy my road was full of challenges
but I hurdled it all and never gave up

so here I am paying a tribute to my parents
to my ancestors and to the legacy they laid
no matter where I am and no matter what I have attained
I will always be grateful to the land I came from,

the beautiful Philippines, and to my parent's farm.

I will go home...

Note: My daughter Karen who is my eldest have always convinced me tirelessly to go back home and I am now set to do just that. Her family has decided to go and settle there for good and I couldn't be happier for them. Since farming was and is always be in my blood, maybe, that is my Destiny that is yet to be fulfilled to the fullest. I love farming and I will never lose sight to my past no matter how poor I was. I am still the same, only older and wiser, I hope. Thank you Lord for all the blessings you bestowed to us especially to my parents and those that were once as poor as me, but made it better with the grace of our Lord.

The brain is the body’s power source for the mind
While used on a regular basis daily for either good or evil
It is never challenged when children are born to the
World, at that point it is looked upon God’s gift to
The parents. As time advances we discover the child’s
Full potential as the mind tends to decide whether the
Child has developed all that can be learnt by education
From schooling and the arts, sometimes the child becomes
A genius or may take a darker path of criminal activity.
This is were the mind enters this scenario. The child must
Realise by using the treasures of his mind the world will be
A better place for all. Choosing a career in medicine may be
One option healing the sick, another might become a teacher
Educating the next generation of children, all of this the mind
Will assist with inspiration and intelligence.
Then we have to view life as another child would envision.
The world could represent a different and eerie view of horror
Turning his back on society, may become a dictator as we have
Witnessed in our past centuries, using the mind to seek war
For personal profits, hurting families and friends, who knows
What damage will prevail. The outcome rests with our future
Families whether they choose a peaceful existence or war
Which no one will profit from. The treasure of the mind is there
To be used for the benefit of mankind, it must never be used
For man’s downfall.

John Ginesi (Author)
(c) 17/10/22

The brain is the body’s power source for the mind
While used on a regular basis daily for either good or evil
It is never challenged when children are born to the
World, at that point it is looked upon God’s gift to
The parents. As time advances we discover the child’s
Full potential as the mind tends to decide whether the
Child has developed all that can be learnt by education
From schooling and the arts, sometimes the child becomes
A genius or may take a darker path of criminal activity.
This is were the mind enters this scenario. The child must
Realise by using the treasures of his mind the world will be
A better place for all. Choosing a career in medicine may be
One option healing the sick, another might become a teacher
Educating the next generation of children, all of this the mind
Will assist with inspiration and intelligence.
Then we have to view life as another child would envision.
The world could represent a different and eerie view of horror
Turning his back on society, may become a dictator as we have
Witnessed in our past centuries, using the mind to seek war
For personal profits, hurting families and friends, who knows
What damage will prevail. The outcome rests with our future
Families whether they choose a peaceful existence or war
Which no one will profit from. The treasure of the mind is there
To be used for the benefit of mankind, it must never be used
For man’s downfall.

John Ginesi (Author)
(c) 17/10/22

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
Of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not, rather find,
Strenght in what remain behind.