Rebel In Lace

Rebel In Lace 

Rebel in a lace dress 

All prettied up and hair brushed 

No strops or tantrums or the usual stress

You, 

being you 

You won't be rushed 

Rebel in a lace dress 

On show for admiring glances

All grace and manners you express 

You,

being you 

You'll take your chances 

Rebel in a lace dress 

Clinging to your unique originality

Playing at being infused with finesse 

You,

 being you 

You'll do it theatrically  

Rebel in a lace dress 

You maintain your attitude.

Your character has not been repressed

You,

 being you 

You express it with your shoes. 

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Together (Childrens Lit )

Together 

An Elephant looked out upon a darkened sky
He closed his eyes and muttered my, oh my !
Shaking and quaking in his boots,
His trunk couldn't help making  involuntary toots.

A friendly little likeable pooch
Was out taking a leisurely lonely mooch,
When suddenly he jumped high,oh so high!
As he heard the elephants deafening tooting cry.

The little pooch headed towards the hullabaloo,
 He met the humongous Elephant,
And thought what to do, what to do?
He wasn't frightened or wasn't scared.

He guided the elephant and showed he cared,
Strengths are different within us, big and small
But working together makes even the smallest of us tall.

 Many thanks to ManicD Daily for the use of the Picture 

Submitted to Bluebell Books Slam week 6 Children Lit

Missiles Of Love

Missiles of Love 

Banksy 

Around the World, missiles and guns.

 Constantly fired 

Death, birth and love though, 

Not yet retired. 

Innocent children brought into this political unrest 

Too young to fight

 Too young to protest 

Innocence and love in childhood

Is their life,

 It is their norm, 

 Yet elders of countries, 

Constantly fighting to reform!

Maybe the saviours from the devastation 

Emanates from their seed

For every fighting nation 

Its from the innocent 

They should take heed 

No prejudices indoctrinated 

Peace, love and tolerance, 

 The only missiles activated. 

    Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 44                       A Community for Poets to Share dVerse

WHY ?

 WHY ?

Mummy why can't I plant my tree 

Where my Prince Charming 

Will Marry me 

WHY ?

Mummy why can't I Plant my tree

Where all the magic fairies dance

To the buzzing of the  honey bees 

WHY?

Mummy why can't I plant my tree

In a land of green 

Where everyone is free                                

WHY ?                                                                                                             

Mummy why can't I plant my tree

Where purple dragons roam and snore 

They'd be so gentle no-one would flee 

WHY ?

Mummy I want to plant my tree

With Daddys spade 

In my red welly boots 

 Just you and me!

Bluebell Books Week 5 Children's Literature

Camp Man UP

Camp Man UP

Photo by Amy Shepherd  

Jump for joy !
Scream with glee!
Dance with passion,
Your on the brink of being a boy
Childhood pranks will have to flee,
 Manly pose is now the fashion,
Its time to
MAN UP!

So welcome to Camp Man Up
Where the dusk of boyhood,
Is usurped my manhood ready to erupt!
Its an organic ritual
Not religious,but kind of spiritual
Its time to
MAN UP!

No longer to pull at pigtails,
 Its, so long to bubblegum kisses,
Time to outdo other macho males,
Scour the terrains,draining ales,
Search for the perfect Misses
Its time to
MAN UP !

So now your grown,
Your seed is sown,
With your little boys,
You run a mock.
 If  times are tough or really dire
Instinctively you yearn to save and protect,
Your love and all that you have sired.
Once again the ritual will begin,
The time will come to teach your kin
 to
MAN UP!

 Submitted To: One Stop Poetry

A Drink For Friends

A Drink For Friends 

My friends are iconic,
Like bubbles in champagne,
They come infuse my life,
Prevent me from becoming insane!                                    

My friends are mental,
Like extra fizzy lemonade,
They come entertain my spirit,
Our joint memories replayed!

My friends are strong,
Like coco in my chocolate,
They come singing the same song.
No agendas to translate!

My friends are my diamonds,
In my multi coloured sky,
I drink up their friendship,
Never to say goodbye !

So to my friends I toast,
Our friendship will last for eternity !
I proudly  boast this,
For with friends like mine this is a certainty !

                                                                                                                

 Submitted To  Jingle Poetry Potluck

Old Age Decanted

Old Age Decanted 

Vines stand regimented in rows, 

Nurtured and tenderly  adored,

Shielded from harsh winds that blow, 

Until their fruits can be sweetly poured. 

Vines stand regimented in rows,

Older ones gnarled and twisted, 

Allowed grace and respect in age as they grow,

Curtailing their fruitfulness resisted. 

Kids queue regimented in school halls, 

Educated, loved with tender care. 

Soothed and calmed from any of lives falls ,

Until their lives can be independently shared. 

Old folk sit in regimented rows, 

In homes,

Older ones bitter and twisted, 

Allowed ,encouraged to survive in limbo,

Curtailing their lives,through inactivity,insisted !

Vintage wines kept, loved for an age, 

Yet people disregarded once in decline. 

Society should rebel in outrage, 

Value age currency,

Above that of fine wine! 

One Shot Sunday @ OSP