Plastic pistols, cowboy hats
action men, palitoy combat Hotspur, Tiger and Hurricane leather footballs, broken panes Matchbox, Corgi, Airfix, Meccano Stickle Bricks, and (only) red and white Lego Triang scooters, Raleigh Choppers Dunlop plimsolls, orange space-hoppers Down the park’s obstacle course Witches Hat, iron rocking horse Bumps and scrapes, grazes and cuts rub it all better, just-get-back-up Home before dark, in time for tea Billy and Ian, my sisters and me
London in the 60's
wizard and le wand ~~
pruning that black forest her moist velvet purse © 2021
dedicated to all the lonely women in the world
Can't decide what to play with today.
There are my colouring books and pencils. I could also find my drawing pad and use a ruler and some stencils. I have my Legos and my cars, and lots of other shiny toys, but my mum sends me out to join the other little boys. It's a beautiful day, she says, you should be in fresh air, yet too young for school you are no need to worry or even care. I meet Timmy, my friend down the lane. He shows me his bicycle with considerable pride. It's new, he says, with bell, brakes and all. I ask him if I could learn to ride. Of course, he says, hop on and I'll push. I follow his instructions - tightly grip the handlebar and speed away without a plan of further action, when along comes roaring an enormous motorcar. Please make it stop, I scream. But Timmy is not there. So just before the tragic but inevitable demise, a miracle occurs, I wake up in bed safely, all grown up and full of surprise.
The cursory glance at the gingerbread man,
today’s tenuous character, only momentarily takes my mind off the biro circles, patiently drawn in the catalogue downstairs since September
I saw a pink dinosaur
at a discounted price in the local mall I saw another dinosaur blue and smiling and a green one looking so friendly being so soft and fluffy. These dinos are so majestic. Why must I suffer their absence? I want a T-Rex He will stand guard on my bed I want the Long Neck To survey the outside from the windows I want the Stegosaurus, To give my smaller toys a ride The Triceratops will watch my books, and the Pterodactyl flies with my alicorns. Let's PLAY!
Writing style inspired by Dato A. Samad Said's "The Dead Crow"
The spinning top The doll Wooden horses Battledore and shuttlecock Trumpet and drum Soap bubbles **** in the corner Blind man's buff Leap-frog Little husband, little wife The ball Please let me return To my childhood ways And the happy games We played
Jeux d'enfants ("Children's Games") is a suite of twelve miniatures composed by Georges Bizet for piano four hands in 1871.
Inspired by M83's song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=M5YoTHbdisc
The color Wheel From Liftoff To splashdown Onyx Eyelids Heavy with rheum Waking to Laminated Stick-ons A vinyl ocean Of unco adhesion And snap vacuum Jettisoned Trinkets Of youth Soaring Prophetically Overhead Acquiescing As scenes Of upended worlds The simple playgrounds Both remembered And loved
Hunter was happy
The rain was now done He could go out in the yard And have some real fun Staying inside when there was so much to do He had to go hunting For his alphabet zoo Hunter like letters And numbers and things He also likes dreaming and the joy that it brings He pulled out his toy box And he dragged it outside I'm going to go hunting He put his hat on with pride An old hunting helmet And one wellington boot A runner, his jacket And a toy gun to shoot I'm off to go hunting I'll will fill a whole zoo Just call me for dinner And with that...he was through A boy's mind is special They can imagine the world Is a magical jungle That to them is unfurled A zoo from a toy box All in order....you'll see He would fill up his zoo From A back to Z First came an aardvark Then a ******, all stuffed Then a cheetah, a donkey All cuddly and puffed E made him think Yep...an earwig or two It fit with the letters And it would go in his zoo F was a frog, Made of rubber and green G ...a gorilla With a smile, not mean H was a horse with a cowboy as well The zoo, it was growing And to him, that was swell I....had him thinking It's my zoo after all So, if I can't get a letter It won't matter at all J was a jacks game Not an animal too But, the jacks looked like spiders And this was Hunters zoo K...that was easy A Kangaroo with a pouch L was a llama With three legs and a slouch M was a monkey A whole barrel he had He played with these some He wasn't doing half bad In all of an hour He had collected a herd Of stuffed toys, ***** and jacks And he still had no bird N was a nerf ball Or a dinosaur egg It could be what he wanted He'd now found that fourth leg The llama assembled O was easy for him An octopus floaty That taught him to swim P was a parrot With feathers all red Q...that's a tough one He thought to himself in his head R was a rhino With no horn, it was broke S was a snake His dad bought as a joke T was a tough one A terra-dac-til said he Not knowing the spelling And that it started with P U ...under water so he found a stuffed fish This was not all that easy V...well tosh tish I'll catch two of another If I can't think of one Hunting out in the yard Is really quite fun W...a walrus with a moustache and tusks Like the gorilla before made of coconut husks X...was a tough one Another dinosaur came Made from his xylophone And this dino was tame Y was a yak He didn't know what it was But, he just liked the name So, a yak ....just because Z was a zebra blue and black with no white He'd colored it in with a marker When he got bored one night He'd been out for a while When he heard his mum yell Time to come in Bring your toy box as well All through his dinner He told of what he had caught Of the alphabetic adventures And the creatures he'd got He watched tv for a while Then it was bath time and bed Where Hunter the hunter Now had a full head Now, he was dreaming Of all he must do This was Hunter the hunter And his alphabet zoo