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Grandpa's Checkerboard
perched upon the table
made of oak and maple
stones carved of cedar and sycamore
is grandpa’s checkerboard
when mom and dad play rummy
the children squat down on the floor
checkers begin jumping
on that old checkerboard
Monday 2nd October 2023 8:20 pm
The Legend of the Gawanjee
In the ancients days,
of the 1980’s.
Stories flew
around the middle school.
About a beast in the woods,
called the Gawanjee.
It came from the Pit,
of an old coal mine.
It was part lizard-man,
and a part Bigfoot.
It slept in the warmth,
of an old gob pile.
And in the winter,
it could be seen frozen.
In the ice,
of the deep, dark lakes.
Kids would tell,
of being chas...
Monday 6th February 2023 4:06 pm
Being a parent
Jump in puddles and make a mess
This life is to be lived at its best
Play in the sunshine and dance in the rain
Share in the joy and guide them through pain
We teach them to listen, we teach them to talk
We carry and hold them and teach them to walk
For all the manners we teach them use
We must remember to use them too
We must stop and listen and see through their eyes
...Wednesday 23rd March 2022 11:13 pm
the tattered old man on Christmas Eve
the tattered old man on Christmas Eve
snow was falling hard
as the old man struggled
through the deep drifts
on the country road
light shone from a
a farmhouse window
the old man smiled seeing the glow
it was a candle
the widowed mother had placed there
nightly since last Christmas Eve
a year ago
a man was found
frozen along this s...
Tuesday 14th December 2021 5:22 pm
the old kitchen tin box
the old kitchen tin box
the old kitchen tin box
of matches
brings back fond memories
it hung on the wall
above mama’s stove
the matches were used
for many things
to light the stove to cook
the family meals
to ignite the oil lamps
at night to light the house
to break and splinter
to make a toothpick
to light the wood burni...
Friday 12th March 2021 11:01 pm
a pair of old cowboy boots
a pair of old cowboy boots (1950s)
Kenny and I always wanted
a pair of cowboy boots
there was no money for such
a childish wish
one day walking
in the woods
we stumbled upon a trash dump
someone richer than us
had discarded what
we considered treasures
we found old comic books
an old alarm clock
that worked, once we banged
it ...
Monday 18th January 2021 7:51 pm
Treasure Chest
Treasure Chest
When you move east and west
With no time, no rest
At that, you come upon a big treasure chest.
It was made for you
With the next jolly clue.
It was made from no other
Than colors and sketch.
Your next move, it points to the old- new riddle.
But, to get the next move you
choose, but please don’t fiddle.
Very, very good luck on the
Big- long...
Thursday 26th November 2020 7:04 am
Crossing
She volunteered at the hospice,
They'd seen off her old man fine
Daytimes she was a lollipop lady
Keeping kids safe with her sign
Then she took ill, her sight went
Gradually the kids put in peril,
A brain tumour behind her eyes
Still the kids relied on old Beryl
Sadly she gave up the hospice
Painkillers made her too weary
The kids noticed she was tired
Ge...
Sunday 25th October 2020 10:43 am
A Monkey Wore Pink Lipstick
A Monkey wore pink lipstick
as he laughed and baked a cake
and was followed round the kitchen by a disco dancing snake,
they were joined by a Rhino who was wearing underpants, shuffling his bum and joining in the dance,
then there came a Chicken who was roaring like a bear as and a skateboarding Elephant with long curly hair.
Monday 18th May 2020 8:52 pm
We Must Be Fair To Belinda
Like small children divorces are messy
Legal fees only add to the frustration
But perhaps the hardest thing of all
Is coping with an ex-partner's indignation
It's not easy but we must be fair to Belinda
She gave me the best years of her life
After all she is the mother of my kids
She was, all in all, a half-decent wife
Of course dear, you are my partner now
Bel...
Thursday 30th April 2020 11:33 am
Smile
Many days I was in darkness
Many days I cried for help
Seeing no beauty in this world
I forgot what it felt like to smile and not feel pain
A simple act of kindness
Will you come here and slide with me?
A simple question
A simple task
Sliding down the slide made me smile
And feel the love of God
Sunday 9th February 2020 4:25 am
Generation Atlas
You are generation Altlas
balancing the earth,
shouldering one massive burden
so trustful in its worth.
The summer's end it's coming soon now
and school 's gonna start again.
Fridays you'll be out on the street then,
protesting for this mess to end.
You see there's little chance for you,
so you take it into your own hands.
So good and righteous all your reas...
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 2:55 pm
The bond
Two little boys with curly hair,
one of them brown the other blonde,
they taunt and kick,
they soothe and hug
each other just to tie a bond.
Two little boys of fearless beauty,
of restless bliss and trusting charme,
they laugh and play,
they thrive and dwell
still in their world without real harm.
Two little boys I'd give my life for
too soon will loose t...
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 1:15 pm
Winter By: Domitille MARTIN-DENAVIT
Winter
By: Domitille MARTIN-DENAVIT
The frozen trees without their mask
The pounds glittering near me
The wind blows, the wolves howls
Drops of freezing water hit my head, snow
My nose felt like food, something grown in land
My coat of snow closed perfectly
And my hand barely moved
And my legs, my legs, nothing
Tomorrow I will see for the first the bright sunshi...
Wednesday 4th April 2018 7:02 am
Winter by Boubaker Naouar
Winter
A poem written by Boubaker Naouar
The Queen of cold, is stronger than anything
She kills the trees,
She stops the roads,
She stops the school
And lock us in our houses.
Summer can chase winter,
But that is another story.
Sunday 1st April 2018 11:03 am
Holi by Aryana Issa
Holi by Aryana Issa
In India, Holi is a festival of colours
But not only that it is a day of togetherness
No matter where you are in the world
You should not have a day of togetherness or being thankful to one another… and it goes on…
Everyday should be about that
Sunday 1st April 2018 11:00 am
Missing you by Aryana Issa
Missing you by Aryana Issa
Here I am in the middle of school
Sitting on a type of box, watching cars pass by through the fence
Surrounded by silence and people
Wishing my aunt could be here
She could travel six thousand miles in seconds
If she were here we could be reading, calling each other names,
She could be playing the ukulele, I could be singing or even listen...
Sunday 1st April 2018 10:58 am
I found a rock in my shoe by Belade
I found a rock in my shoe by Belade Kodasso
I found a rock in my shoe
I found a rock on a shrew
I found a rock in my bed
I found a rock on my head
I found a rock with my tutor
I found a rock next to a sharpshooter
I found a rock close to my teacher
I found a rock for the grim reaper
I found a rock in my hair
Try find one if you dare
Sunday 1st April 2018 10:55 am
Life by Domitile
Life
By: Domitille MARTIN-DENAVIT
Life is a present
Something you should
Never give to someone else
I still remember
When the first time
I opened my eyes
This was the memory of my birth
I have many memories
When I was still a kid
But every day I forget
Of my past
But I will never forget
The situation happening now
The birth of my new baby sister
...Sunday 1st April 2018 10:20 am
The Battle of a Busy Mum
The alarm is set for some ridiculous hour
Just so I have time to shower
Before my little one wakes up bright
Even tho she was up half the night!
Time for hot coffee that I need
Can't live without my caffeine feed
I check my phone to see what's occurred
Out there in the adult world
On Facebook I see what friends are doing
One up a mountain, one canoeing
I also live ou...
Friday 9th March 2018 10:47 am
Kill'em
I grew up in a world with msn,
When you would get harassed, by older men.
Begfriend with no life,
Cause he wants you to sleep with him tonight.
Fight all the things you ever thought,
Most these guys don't see their day in court.
Outruled by public judgment,
This is your last day, you make us disgusted.
You keep your heart in cement,
There's no way you can say it's consent.
How could you ...
Saturday 23rd September 2017 11:43 pm
Practice
They say that we practice to reach a perfection
An expertise level that strives for glowing star
A glorious finish to any great radar
Ranging the mighty skills that create all action
Moving their tiny feet to a drilled, coned concourse
With the correct measures, they assume positions
Each playing to their strength, building weakness missions
And advancing their goal, of unity as force
...
Saturday 1st October 2016 7:37 pm
Daycare
Duck, duck, goose, run around; duck, duck, goose, sit around
Let's play these childish games, bringing a happy smile
Laughter in the warm wind as a costumed lifestyle
Brings the kids playfulness and an amazing sound
Tag you're it, hide and seek; moving tiny motion
In the big blanket fort, we have a glass of tea
To unwind after lunch, the sharks that are in sea
Chasing these little feet as...
Wednesday 1st June 2016 11:36 pm
We Are The Mums!
Tall Mums, short Mums
Fat Mums, thin Mums
Sporty Mums, stressy Mums
Glammy Mums, slummy Mums
All shapes and
All guises
Gauging the sizes
Of our bums Mums
Mums can cook and read books
(mostly at the same time)
Mums can sing about silly things
Just to keep in rhyme
Mums can nurse and give a cuddle
Mums can run at speed
To trouble
Mums can wipe up sic...
Monday 7th March 2016 1:53 pm
My Inspiration: My Daughter
Never thought I'd be a single mom
It hit me like a bomb
Never thought I'd be all alone
Watching my very own clone
Some days are harder than most
Some days I have to fight not to choke
The stress
The weight
On my shoulders
But I have to say it all goes away when I hold her
When she looks at me
So happily
Its like I have a little piece of heaven
And those probl...
Sunday 25th October 2015 2:28 am
THE BALLAD OF THE SKATEBOARDING ANT
If you've ever seen an ant
go whizzing by
faster than his friends and
with goggles on his eye's,
then without a doubt,
skidding through the plants,
you've met my friend Albert,
The skate-boarding ant.
From the day he was born
he was rushing around
hither and thither,
like a spring unwound.
His mum would despair,
“Albert, please stand still.
You need y...
Tuesday 16th June 2015 11:15 am
Free Write - Little Souls
Wishing humble resolution, reversed on both ends of a lucid looking glass. Hoping hopelessness, Remembering remnants, miniscule moments. What could have been different my innocents, pieces, parts, carbon copies of the softened edges of my sanctified soul. Forever asking for your eternal forgiveness. Unable to forget the forgetable fear, between your eyes.... And mine. The moment, minute, of ...
Sunday 19th October 2014 3:37 pm
Kids With Drugs-2
Kids with drugs,
it's like their
being ripped apart
by blades of a knife.
They slowly die
from their wounds.
Their souls drain
like blood from
torn vessels.
Their lives end.
Maybe not today
maybe not tomorrow,
but they eventually do.
Do we even try
to make it stop?
Just ...
Saturday 28th April 2012 6:07 pm
Kids With Drugs
Kids with drugs
being ripped apart
by blades of a knife.
Their lives end.
Do we even try
to make it stop?
Just getting by
each day,
have we lost sight?
Wednesday 4th April 2012 5:06 pm
In Times of Trouble
In times of trouble,
they need me.
In times of peace,
they can't stand me.
In times of trouble,
they say, "I love
you Mom."
In times of peace,
they would rather die
than admit this.
In times of trouble,
they come to me
for advice.
In times of peace
th...
Tuesday 7th February 2012 7:44 pm
Do you have to dress smart to make wise?
Do you have to dress smart to make wise?
Can you better teach art wearing ties?
Aren’t there so many places
More suited to airs and graces
Than one which education supplies?
Can we make divergent thinking the norm
Whilst we’re all being forced to conform
To what seems to me an antiquated fashion
Amputated of utility and passion?
A retrograde ste...
Wednesday 20th July 2011 11:34 pm
Jelly Babies
We braved the wasps and nettles,
feet fearing the moist scrabble of tiny frogs
and came home
Twice
with bags of dripping berries.
Elicited nods from sweet old ladies
and questions of recipes.
Oh I scored points for making jam not pies.
To see my babies lined up
neatly labelled
little bonnets
crisp.
To see the sun slant through the ruby
and fee...
Friday 20th August 2010 9:36 am
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