As one by the outdoors beguiled,
I loved climbing trees as a child.
I'd perch way up high
sing loudly and try
to outdo the birdsI was wild!
Now I'm never high in the trees.
No notes from me float on the breeze.
I'm no longer small
and agileI'd fall!
I climb to my choir seat with ease.
February 13, 2016
For Sara Kendrick's Two Lenses contest--requiring two stanzas only, comparing/contrasting how the poet felt about a childhood activity back
then and how he/she feels about it now
in my childhood i had a dream
now time to my tongue's best cream
i am selected as S.Gof United Nations
among many i am one of the patients
yesterday's my face book shows that theme
Shots served by Anthony’s Weiner
Are wrong and reflect bad demeanor
These tweets indiscrete
His wife Uma did cheat
And she'll take him to the cleaner
Author's note: My wife and I were talking about the fact that the congressman needs to feel
as though he is loved by many women This is likely because he suffers from low self
esteem A problem from childhood that was never addressed--just undressed.
I love decorating the Christmas tree
And lingering in ornament memories
A snowman I made
Back in 2nd grade
Reminds me of childhood glee and snow dreams
Limicolous nomic but limpid or propper,
Hard lines limb, non violent and passage stopper,
Vegetarian, nonchalant, compliance or observant,
Prepotent prepositor, jannock jangler and importunate copper.
Metoposcopist, mettled, nonplus politer or politic,
Demonstrator, protagonist, receiver or a fair way to chopper.
My childhood, credible, conceivable or appreciator,
Sagacious, replenish, reprobator and republished hocker
My childhood was a joker
An old childhood chum named Red Booker
Fell in love and was married to quite a looker
She caused men to stare
But ole Red didn't care
Because everywhere she went, he took her!
Little creek with crickets sound,
reminiscing the evenings I was bound,
of the girls that I have kissed,
of the childhood I now miss
Little creek with crickets, my son has found
An old childhood chum named Red Booker,
Fell in love and was married to quite a looker.
She caused men to stare,
But old Red didn't care,
Because everywhere she went, he took her.