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 Jan 2019
Ian Robinson
remember when you were a kid
and the most fun you had was
when you were bored eating dirt?
remember banging on *** lids
and it was all just because
even though doing so would probably get you hurt?

Those were the days,
so long since past
now hair grays
and the days long since last
were the ones you wish would stay
 Jan 2019
Jane Doe
Sitting on the sand
With the cool ocean breeze
Singing childish songs
About sailing the open seas
Oh how i wish to go back
Back to when nothing else mattered
Except for a toy car and a barbie that’s tattered
As we all laughed and played games
Like nothing else mattered.
Our whole life ahead of us
But we lived in the moment
Now it’s just therapy and coffee beans
Now it’s just memories and what he means
Or what he meant.
From smiles in the sunshine to whatever this is
What happened?
Millions of thoughts racing through my mind
What happened?
Taking wrong turn in my path
No longer being able to breathe, feeling lifes wrath
Oh how i wish to go back
Back to sailing the open seas in childish song
Back to feeling the cool ocean breeze
With sand against my skin
Guess I gotta play along.
 Jan 2019
BlueRosePoet
The light fades
I see my feet
In a pixelated world
Where I can’t be beat

Wake up, get up, lots to do!
Gotta go mine a tree
Climb down the ladder in the hand made tree house
I’m on the ground, I’m free!

I see my friend emerge from her house
She lives on the ground
With lilac hair and a purple dress,
She’s the perfect friend

Finally, I’m done with all my day’s long work
In the furnace I put my coal.
And there you have it, people,
The life of a Minecraft soul
ArrowBird is my bff and has a poem like this called Life of a Minecrafter. Check it out!!!
 Jan 2019
Sally A Bayan
...it's never gone, just silent...blending,
off and on...surfacing
when at ease, or, unwinding
as grown ups....closing, opening palms
while hearing, or sharing words of wisdom...

that smiling carefree soul,
always captured...always held in awe
by colorful arches of rainbows
and swings and seesaws...
drawn to the sandy sea shore
in the spring or summer
while watching big and small kites soar
savoring freedom up in the air------
...floats upon sight of lighted Christmas trees
and red poinsettias...quivers on a cold breeze,
thrilled, when snow falls and it starts to freeze..

a fresh kicking energy within, glows,
it musn't stop....no one needs to know
about this soul...mellowed, yet young... hidden,
but not imprisoned
there're a thousand and one reasons
throughout life's alternating seasons,
the child in you and me,...must live on...


Sally

©Rosalia Rosario A. bayan
January 21, 2019
 Jan 2019
Mary Gay Kearns
Lemon drops and Jam face
Were two rather unusual little girls
They spent their days in a tree house
In their rather small garden
With a single white rose
And an upturned flower ***
With a plant called the ‘Bride’
An unwanted Christmas present
Yet to be planted by their father.

The two old cats had recently died
Which created a few weeks of sadness
And a house without paws or biscuit
Trays and an empty end of the couch.
Christmas now over the girls took
Some toys to the tree house
Including their iPads and drawing paper,
Pens etc...

Lemon drops had long fair bunches
And was very thin with big blue eyes
She did not like new foods and spat
Them out sometimes she was always
Drawing funny people and loved fluffy
Animals. She had a papier mâché
Enormous ladybird on her bedroom wall
She wanted to be an artist when older
Like her two grandparents.
Grandma Mary had bought her a Sasha
Doll which she had dressed once
In silver pixie boots and a red school
Dress, blue hat and cardigan.
They both loved each other.
Daddy was her best toy.

Jam cheeks bounced about with
Long golden ringlets and a big happy
Smile. She wore baby suits and a striped
Floppy hat in yellow and black.
Mummy was getting
Her some shoes to wear to avoid
Wet feet in the garden.
She loved eating her food
And made people laugh
Including mummy who she
Kissed and cuddled a lot.

To be continued...

Love Mary Grandma xxxx
 Jan 2019
Jen
Danced down
To the merry-go-round
Horses whirled up & down
Spun in circles around
Lifted off the ground
Then gently back down
Lights of many tints
Blended delightfully with
Sugary songs that sounded
Of Childhood memories
And tasted of cotton candy
Kisses on the carousel ride
 Jan 2019
Pagan Paul
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The string trails away down
I tug it with all of my might,
I am the hue of setting suns,
I am a sporting red kite.

I wanted someone with scissors
to so deftly cut the strings,
transform into a real Red Kite
with eyes and feathers and wings.

Floating free upon the winds,
and marvelling at all that I spy,
swooping and diving at high play,
the flying master of the sky.

But now something has changed,
a strange and different feeling,
I think I'd like to be grounded,
for someone to start in-reeling.

I would like to feel so treasured,
a possession of the hearts cry.
Wishing to be the real Red Kite,
the pleasure in someone else's sky.



© Pagan Paul (30/12/18)
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 Dec 2018
S Smoothie
The ground opened up and swalloed it whole
every bit of salvation poured out for every soul
and it was a day like the 25th that brought the hope
twas a tree that claimed a life and brought life
For you and me
hung on it beads of love
poured with decorations of red
each pattern a new joy
all because of the little boy
who trimmed the first tree
who colored the world happy
for you and me
the stars shone brighter
the rainbows stretched wider
and the joy of little children became the norm
for everywhere the story was told
suffer unto me little children
and I will bring you back glad tidings and joy
and a merriness for this day
and blessings always
for you and me
the best in all Of Christendom
even on the most silent night
the star of wonder still shines bright
for you and me

hugss xo
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