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Riding on the back of a dragonfly Super fast and furious Stop and hover for awhile To contemplate the curious Maybe race some bees Or check on some mosquitoes Tailgate an eagle Just to see where he goes I might hang out with butterflies They never seem to worry much I notice when they're being chased They're never ever in a rush I'll dart around some children's heads Just to make them try to touch Hear them laugh and giggle My favorite sound gives me a rush Spring is springing And all is good Zipping in and out the woods This is nature It's my hood Won't you visit if you could? Haakim Understanding... © 2017
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
Dragonfly Rides
A parcel from my Uncle Jim could be short or tall or fat or thin you never knew what lay within. This one was large the paper thick I'm sure at first I heard it tick then it burped or I thought it did there was something written on the lid. My mother said we should take care it could be anything in there there was this noise, a sort of howl like turkeys, followed by a growl Out came streams of purple smoke that smelled a bit like artichoke it put out legs in yellow socks right through the bottom of the box Mum fetched her old and trusty broom and then she chased it from the room down the garden to the shed then she leaned against the door and said I'm having words with Uncle Jim you never know when it comes from him!
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Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 6:09 AM UTC
Uncle Jim
An octopus is a cephalopod they are as a species delightfully odd an eight legged squiggle with a wiggle
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Jul 1, 2023
Jul 1, 2023 at 10:06 AM UTC
Octopus
wake up pup eager those linkers blink your blinkers unsink from sleep and stretch
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Apr 12, 2023
Apr 12, 2023 at 12:05 PM UTC
alarm
The cow that once jumped over the moon, And returned to earth to meet the spoon, Since he was so able, He thinks it possible, To now jump over the sun at noon.
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Nov 9, 2022
Nov 9, 2022 at 6:33 AM UTC
The Cow, The Moon, The Sun
If happiness is a look, It will be a smile on my child face If happiness is a sound, It will be the laughter of my child voice If happiness is a feel, It will be the touch of my child on me If happiness is a taste, It will be sharing bowl of food with my child If happiness is a smell, It will be the smell of my child smelly hair My children's, A and N, you have saved me more then you will ever know. I love you. PS, same with the wife, with all the struggles and up and downs, we learn as we go.
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 6:13 PM UTC
If happiness is
a wobbily lip the woe behind the wobbily lip : a hobbily goblin did cause the wobbily worry (and the wobbily lip that did it woefully follow) the hobbily goblin extended a mit 'i mean to be friendly' suggested this from it 'my name tag says 'Bobert'' it bellowed in a fit the wobbily lip fled it's owner scared socks from its wit
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Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 5:33 PM UTC
A Wobbily Worry
Sometimes you '𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒' not because you care. You bare not for us but, you bare because you're 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 of what others might say about you.
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:02 AM UTC
What It seems doesn't see.
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/5/2019 Sitting on the perch the rooster boasted: soon the king of swimmers I'll be and laurel wreath I will get: Cos the champion of champions I am in this respect! The hens, excited, clucked in admiration, small yellow chicks silently listened in awe, oinking happily were the piglets, and the ducks? Like crazy they laughed! Wieslaw Musialowski 10/15/2001
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Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
Boaster (Children's Poems)
If ever the world gets you down your pet will still be your best friend; they’re joyful and wild and with big doleful eyes their love never comes to an end. Your pets will not hide how they feel or lock up their hearts in a box they’re loyal and gentle polite and respectful: they’re everything humans are not.
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
pets
If anyone suggests that you keep your eyes on their pets for a day before you agree check their pedigree and see if they’re wild or they’re tame. Ask them to tidy your room or set up the table for dinner; if with roaring and noise they eat your soft toys you probably should reconsider. For the snarling beyond the locked door there may be a straightforward reason; to be on the safe side put your brother inside and see if he ends up eaten.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
Wild Animals
I was flying in the air, I was walking on the water, I had overwhelming power, I couldn't get any better. All of a sudden I heard uncanny voice, It looked like it was dragon, It was burning down the city, I couldn't leave him slacken. I asked him to leave in peace, He said "kid just stop the prattle", I didn't really meant to hurt him, But it was time for us to battle. We used all of our powers, And exchanged some 100 blows, I was losing my conciousness, As I felt my heart beat slows. Suddenly it got lil weird, Dragon pushed me to and fro, He started yelling in a woman's voice, I felt someone tickling my toe. The voice got much more louder, I saw my mom and brother, With a frown I soon realised, That it was all my dream none other. I requested my mom, I was feeling kinda nettled, "Wake me up a bit later I must go back to sleep", Coz I had left a battle unsettled !
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
My Dream
There once was a place where the townspeople were formal they made fun of people who didn't act "normal" The loyal, royal cow didn't like that the townspeople wouldn't bow The scary, hairy bear didn't like that the townspeople would stare The teeny, tiny mice didn't like that the townspeople weren't nice The swirly, whirly bird didn't like that the townspeople acted absurd! One day a wise old owl came to town and asked the townspeople to settle down The wise old owl made a decree; "The townspeople should be nice to everybody!" "There are people afoot that act different than you, but they are still people, and deserve respect, too!" The townspeople realized that the wise old owl was keen, The townspeople felt bad that they were being so mean. The townspeople's hearts filled with love that was hearty, and decided to throw everyone a party! Thr loyal, royal cow liked that the townspeople would bow! The scary, hairy bear Liked that the townspeople would stare! The teeny, tiny mice liked that the townspeople were nice! as for the the swirly, whirly bird.... the townspeople's friendship, was preferred! The End
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
The Story of Formaltown
As I cry myself to sleep, I hear the fallen angels weep. If I shall die before I wake, the world will have one less mistake.
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
Prayer
Faries live in the hawthorn, Gnomes live under rocks, Trolls stay under bridges, And nessie’s stay in the Loughs. Pookas come close to farmers, Changlings come to babes, Spirits in the mirrors, Kelpies in the waves. The little folk are trouble, In the heat they bring the cold, They trick the weary traveler, With pots of magic gold. They whisper on the breeze, While hidden in the mist, Without them doing anything, Remind you they exist. They write about themselves, So we don’t think they’re real, They carved the lines in oghm, magic words in ancient ghael. Yet still we leave them gifts, Bits of whisky & pooka’s share, We have never ever seen one, Yet we know that they are there.
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
The little folk of Ireland
Rabbits on the moon So much of the universe I didn’t know, Like the Antarctic dolphins that live in the snow. Or the ostrich of Scotland that wears a pink kilt, And the Icelandic sunflowers that never shall wilt. There’s kittens than swim in the cold baltic sea, Or the cobras of Poland with raspberry *** There are turtles with shells made of musical twine, And bulldogs in France that crush grapes into wine. The are sloths up In Finland that wear woolly hats, Made from the hair of some ginger Swiss cats. There are budgies that swim in the seas deepest cracks, And hamsters in Egypt with humps on their backs. But nothing compares to my favourite ****** toon, Did you know there are wild rabbits that live on the moon? They are scary and angry and take people from tours. They pull at their legs, just like I’m pulling yours.
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
Rabbits on the moon
I loves … I loves … Bumbly Bees, With skinny legs And big fat knees. With golden rings And black ones too, They buzzy buzz As all bees do. They hover low As they have planned, Choose a flower And then they land. Grabs some pollen And buzzes away, But will be back One bumbly day. I loves … I loves … Bumbly Bees, With skinny legs And big fat knees.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
Bumbly Bees
**Children's day Celebrated on 14th November In schools every year   Our Teachers presented dramas And Light musicals on stage The fancy dress A visual treat And a lesson, short The children treated With Goodies Fond and vivid The childhood memories Today it's my children Who keep the child in me alive My younger son wears a pair of socks Of two different colours Asks me to match the other pair with him It's 'hidden' , he says And I do follow Let's celebrate its children's day Believe in the child within Today and everyday Happy Children's Day**
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
Happy Children's Day !!
My way or the highway. That is the current trend. We cannot have a conversation, because your words will offend. I need my safe space and where is my therapy dog. What has become of us, where has courage gone. There used to be a will to fight, but it has gone away. We have given in to hate and let children have their way. Elders are treated with contempt and no one can agree to disagree. Nobody wants to be responsible, how can this be? We have given up our will to fight and stand for what we believe. No one will pay a price, they just give in you see. So when the next generation takes control and in time they will. Because we gave in to their intolerance, it is we who will pay the bill.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
When we Surrender to Intolerance