You walk very slow.
Your face is aglow
With the light of the fire
As the flames dance higher.
You stumble and trip
Do a twist and a slip.
I reach out my hand
To catch you if I can.

Your eyes are tightly covered
Their beauty undiscovered.
Your arms stretched out for balance
Reach out and grab the valance.
It tilts, almost falling.
Your name, I am calling.
You dart away and giggle
And do a happy wiggle.

Off the blindfold comes.
Your smile shows your gums.
“Your turn,” you whisper.
Your laugh is even crisper.
I take the cloth and sigh
You think you are so sly.
I wrap it ‘round my head.
I rather would be dead.

To my face, the dark blindfold clings.
My arms shoot out like little wings.
I strain my eyes, try to see.
Your arms wrap right around me.
I stumble and catch my self,
Standing up beside the shelf.
I find my way all around
My feet gently graze the ground.

This isn’t so bad I conclude.
It isn’t so bad, me and you.
I wander some more, back to the fire.
I take off the cloth and then inquire.
“Why did you do this?” I ask you so sweetly.
You adjust your dress, ever so neatly.
“I’m a kid.” You respond.
“This little game with strengthen our bond.”

carissa 2d

I was caught in your gaze again
one that if you trace I look away.
a gaze that no one caught except my heart,
oh how my heart skips a beat then races to
catch up. how your smile lifts me up when my tears
drown me out. oh how your words comfort me even
when they aren't to me at all. how your gaze that i'm still
stuck in a maze, until you meet and smile till the next day
ill stick like this for a while.

i love him and don't know what to say.... help

I was selfless person
Afflicting all the pain and anger I felt towards others onto myself
But the scars, they cover my body
All of spaces filled up
No more room for the lies, the screams, or the fights

Before, I was at fault
But now I see
And we're not kids anymore
I have nothing to lose
And now I can choose

MU 5d

When children play house
They are rehearsing
For real life, where their
Parents get to watch
And to correct their
‘mistakes’;
Not the children’s but
Their own!

             Children imitate!

When kids play, we should watch and learn!
MARK RIORDAN Apr 16

CHILDREN ON BUSES ALL
WERE READY TO ESCAPE
INNOCENT SYRIAN CITIZENS LEAVING
BUT A BOMB DID RAPE


OUR CHILDREN WERE STRICKEN DOWN
AND LOOSE THEIR LIVES ONCE MORE
WHY CANT THE VISION OF THESE CHILDREN
CHANGE THE SYRIAN WAR


HOW CAN MAN KIND EXCEPT
THIS MOST HORRIFIC CRIME
OUR CHILDREN ARE OUR FUTURE
PEACE IS NOW THE TIME


IF THE WORLD LEADERS DON'T ACT
AND BRING THE WORLD TO PEACE
THE DEATH OF OUR BELOVED CHILDREN
GLOBALLY WILL ONLY INCREASE

THIS IS THE HARDEST POEM I HAVE COMPOSED. THE WAR ACROSS OUR PLANET AT PRESENT IT DEVASTATING. THE GLOBAL LEADERS HAVE TO DECIDE THAT PEACE IS MORE PRODUCTIVE THAN WAR. STOP KILLING OUR CHILDREN.
Daisy Rae Apr 14

Life is going by too fast
But we don't stop and notice it.
STOP.
Pay attention to your kids.
They have feelings
They want love
They need DIRECTION.
Help them grow
Help them stay out of TROUBLE.
You were a teen once too
You KNOW BETTER.
Make sure you know where they're going
ASK questions.
GIVE them a curfew.
DONT just sit back and relax cause they aren't perfect angels forever.
         ****
One day, they will want to experience the world.
It's their habit
It knocks at their curiosity
They WANT it
They CRAVE it.
Let them venture out
But not too far.
No, you can't hold them back or they will explode on you
But you can't let them loose and expect them to do what's right either.
Give them space
But also give them rules.
Give them consequences
But also give them love.
Because at a crucial time like this

They NEED it.

Terry Collett Apr 12

Anne said
her leg stump hurt
and lifted the hem
of her red dress
and showed me.

It was inflamed
best get one
of the nursing nuns
to look at it
I said.

I don't want
those penguins
looking at my stump
she said.

What are you
going to do?
I said.

Don't Kid
wish they'd not
taken my fecking leg off
she said.

She looked back
at the nursing home
from where we were
on the lawn
in the white chairs.

It needs looking at
I said.

Looking at
the fecking thing
ain't going to help
she said
go get that skinny nun
she's best
avoid getting
Sister Paul.

So I ran across the lawn
and into the home
and looked
for the skinny nun
but I couldn't find her.

Sister Bridget
came out of the chapel.

Where's the skinny nun?
I said.

Skinny nun?
Sister Bridget said
that's not polite Benny
do you mean Sister Luke?

I looked past her
at the passageway
yes I think that's
her name
I said.

The nun gazed at me
why do you want her?

I don't but Anne does
I said.

Why does Anne
want her?

I looked at the nun's
broad nose.

Her stump is red
I said.

How do you know?
the nun said.

She showed me
I said.

She showed you
her leg stump?
the nun said frowning.

Yes she said it hurt
and sent me
to get Sister Luke.

I'll come and see  
the nun said.

I followed her
out onto the lawn.

Anne wasn't pleased
I could see
by her face.

Just out of reach
she once said
of God's grace.

BOY AND GIRL IN A NURSING HOME IN 1959
Terry Collett Apr 12

Morecraft said
come along
and join the Scouts.

So I went
along with him
that evening
to the church hall
where the Scouts
were stationed.

I was introduced
to the Scout leader
some tall thin guy
with a wide smile.

What's your name?
he said.

Benny
I said.

Benny what?
he said.

No Benny Coles
I said.

No one laughed
his smile disappeared.

Show him
the ropes Dick
he said
to Morecraft.

So we went along
to where the ropes were
and he showed me
what to do.

So I did it
then some big kid
came along
and pushed me
off the rope.

I gave his leg a pull
and dragged him down
and a fight started.

The tall thin leader
came along and said
what is going on here?

He pulled my leg
and I fell off
the big kid said.

He pushed me off
I said.

I won't have
this behaviour
in my pack
you can go
he said to me.

What about him?
I said.

Go
the thin guy said
so I went.

Next day
Morecraft said
he wondered where
I'd gone to
and they said
I'd been sent off
for fighting.

Self defence
I said
but Morecraft
said nothing
and went off
to play football
with some other kids
in the playground
at school.

I went with Dennis
and played cards
and won.

A  kid's got
to have something
have some fun.

BOYS AT  A SCOUT PACK IN LONDON 1959
Demy Molentor Apr 11

Silk is the tent,
woolen is the floor,
Silk dome our teen divas have painted,
Woolen dreams our little fellows have imagined.

And now we are inside,
Just how did we fit.
And our teachers, both sit in the senter.
She plays her ukulele and he watches the fire burn.

The little girls, all so fast asleep.
Pretending to be lost in the funny shadows, so calm.
The little kings, all slowly wander,
Trying to get the older ones to tell stories, curios to know.

And the middle roses, never tired.
They sit in a circle making their flower crowns.
Oh, the middle strangers, always daring.
They play card games chatting in such a low whisper.

and the teen sages, all quiet so much.
Girls hidden in books and boys searching through dreams.
The ukulele is sounding.
The fire is burning.

Oh, moon and wind, both alive.
They both outside, guarding the tent.
Dark are the trees.
Bright are the stars.

finally I made myself put something down and work on it
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