Children

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Childhoods Year

Childhoods Year

Buds awaking, green returning
April showers, birds a’ worming,
Children skipping puddles...

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Wonderment of Childhood

Wonderment of Childhood

Imagination a wonderment of my childhood.

Playing among the glades. Running through the long grass...

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The Joys Of Infancy

And as I gently lay, beside the river still,
Upon the wavering, weeping grass,
Ruminating...

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Cycle of knowledge

Cycle of knowledge

Little children are so innocent
they are just too young to know
what kind of world we really...

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The Men

The Men

Water poured out of the crevice,
like the ocean surrounding the nevus.
Men were gambling all...

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My Life

My life was interrupted,
It was changed so quick,
The thought of it all,
Just makes...

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JUNE 13TH 2020

Eating sandwiches in the cathedral grounds
Listening to birds singing such sweet sounds
...

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BOBBY AND BECKY GO BACK TO...

Bobby can't sit next to Becky in class today
The teachers tell him he must be two metres away...

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What my boys truly go...

Kids forgotten minds

What my boys truly go through....

Too much pain,
Tears and sufferings,
For My 3 young...

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That Old Flame ?

That Old Flame ?

Too many moons has waxed and waned amidst sad broken memories of mascara tears stained
Just a snip...

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Thru the eyes of a child

Thru the eyes of a child

Looking at life thru the eyes of a child must feel scaringly frightening in this world that is wild...

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Poor Annie Trotter

Poor Annie Trotter

It’s the same every day
at quarter to four
She walks out of the houseand she closes the door...

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Mother Of Our Children

Mother Of Our Children

My sweetest dear wife Linda, this day for you is sad;
You would have been the greatest mother, if...

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Relentless Treadmill to Death

or don't fear the reaper?

Relentless Treadmill to Death

I find myself in the twilight of my life
At least close enough for a pause
I always thought...

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Original Sin

a poem about childhood, origin and belonging

Original Sin

I am from
the split cleft of a mixed
palate that burns with salt, open wound.

I am...

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Grandad and Grandma

Grandad and Grandma

Charlie creeps closer to the tickle monster’s chair
If that tickle monster catches him he will...