Hi Peeps, its been years since i have shared my poetry when I was frightened and afraid regarding my son... mainly regarding his sociopathic father and then escaping into xbox, netflix,snapchat and youtube all at the sametime .. total over kill and I don't know what to do. Many of you might not know me but many of the old poets will ie Owen xxxx.. luv you all <3
Take a look at my world son
Where we went out and won
We had no social media
So we always came up with idea
Life was boring at home so we went out
To scout and see friends and learn
To get contacts and find a turn
So that we find what we need
kiw I still miss you
i'm dreaming about a place I go
almost everynight you live there
and I'm starting to think I should to
but it's a big move and you may
not want to say "hey"
or maybe I'll get there and you'll move away
either way this poem doesn't come close
but it's beautiful today
kiwi's have vitamin C
you see eye see
Hello, let me introduce myself
My name is Kindly Plantice
I would love to share with you a talent
Many laugh, but this is no riant matter
Years ago I was nicknamed “The Fly Whisperer”
It started out harmless- as a kid; I caught flies
No, didn't squish em, torture em; but loved them
They became more than pets, they became my life
I was able to catch them with my bare hands
Sedentary or flying, there was no escaping me
They were kept as house pets, or set free
Many times I would go for walks with a Fly
Permission granted, abscond with one long hair
Tied gently around fly’s neck we’d go for a stroll
One time I married a couple that flew off happy
Which enplaned a happier pair I cannot say
Finally, this got in the local news, even beyond that
I am the guy that put the fly swatter out of business
No more killing flies; the most they need is a time out
Marriages have even been saved by The Fly Whisperer
It is my fervent hope that I talk with you all again
There is a walled garden,
Atop a high mountain,
That's washed by a warm and a whispering sea.
And deep in the garden,
A Tree with great branches,
Where flame-colored birds sing of
how life should be.
They sing of the days when you soared upon wings
When life was a maze of
kalidoscope summers and springs.
When lemongrass meadows were
And minstrels and princes were
proud to be seen
In the company of maidens like you.
When growing up seemed like a haze
in your eyes
A ladder you climbed into
You lived in glass castles
surrounded by moats
And fished crystal waters
In glass-bottomed boats
Slew scaly dragons
With gorgon-eyed heads
And slept with your loved ones
On red cedar beds.
And growing up seemed like a haze
in your eyes
A ladder you climbed into
The centaurs and gryphons
all danced to the tunes
Of seaweed-clad mermaids
in saffron lagoons
And leprauchauns strummed
on their lutes and their lyres
While unicorns pranced
around phoenix-fed fires.
Then one day, no longer a haze
in your eyes
You climbed up that ladder
through cloud-dizzy skies...
Older, you've learned
there are hooks in the air
That tear at your flesh
That catch in your hair
Sadder, you've learned
that the streets run with blood
And no one knows why
Though it's well understood
That it's Life.
You look down the years
with a mist in your eyes
And all you remember
Are cloud-dizzy skies...
The years race away,
There's a child on your knee
A symbol of all that has been
and will be
A seed that was heated,
expanded, and grew
And that someone who's special
Is pleading with you.
"Read to me, Mommy
O read me some tales
Of witches and warlocks
and wizards and whales
Read to me, Mommy,
Just us by ourselves
Of faeries and gypsies
and tinkers and elves!"
You look at your young one
with joy in your eyes
For all that was hidden
by cloud-dizzy skies...
She'll lead you again
Up those storybook trails
Where the green winds of childhood
Once billowed your sails
And you knew all the wonders
A young girl can see
That now are concealed
By the leaves on your tree.
So climb with her, rhyme with her,
Up through the mist
To levels of lifting
Where seagulls have kissed
Lost in the oceans of air
we call song...
...And there's the Walled Garden!
Atop a high mountain
And it's washed by a warm
and a whispering sea
And deep in the Garden
A Tree with great branches
Where flame-colored birds
Sing of how life should be.
Hi Wrenn, ... ... I’m happy you liked ”Childhood Recaptured.” I wrote it more than 40 years ago w...
I'm happy you liked "Childhood Recaptured." I wrote it more than 40 years ago when I was a young man.
The poem has been sitting in a trunk, along with a lot of other
poems and songs, since JFK was President.
Perhaps I resurrected it so that you, Wrenn, would read it. Life is
often like that, or so it seems to
me in this, the winter of my life.
I send you Love, Light, & Blessings
from the shore of the Western Ocean.
I am serious, this is something I would imagine Tolkien to write, You are AMAZING! Your wording, everything. The way that u expressed such happy beauty and sadness all at the same time...you are a genious!
No problem at all, you are obviously very talented, and credit is due. lol. Would you mind if I po...
No problem at all, you are obviously very talented, and credit is due. lol. Would you mind if I posted that in a online community, giving you full credit of course. Your words remind so much of that of Paul Simon's genious. I think there are others who could really appreciate your writing. Good luck with your endeavors...