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Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: children, divorce, for her, funny love, kindergarten, love hurts, marriage,

Puppy Love at 55: Dedicated to Lady L

Puppy Love at 55 When I am wise, I’ll turn to puppy love With generous doses of truth and innocence, almost no shame … “Her be my gal!” Or “Me gonna marry him, so you jus’ shove!” Sound adorableSinging, “He is mineI am hisGonna get married, take his name.” Gone the days of horse and carriage … some sensuous songs, also silent … At this moment I am not wise, merely older, aged fifty-five; I make amends, enjoy each tomado-love and each new accent; Aware of so much pain, woundings, the living-but-barely-alive So I recall how puppy love felt like fresh air, sunshine, pure We thought the best of belle or beau Time never existedNo bills, diapers, nothing to insure Slobbery kisses on ears, eyes, but unashamed, secure … When I turned a certain age; not so young and not so pure I thought marriage was right: seemed the way to secure Each other in love’s embrace for children, a better future … No regrets! But I gaze at a happy marriage in old pics now. So I say this to all poets, painters, quaint artists, saints and sinners: Start early with puppy love, and never give up on it; Why discuss doubling household incomes, becoming millionaires For such talk puts dollar signs where love was beautifully reflected! The children may yet teach us the ways of innocence But that is the hardest job today: among adult gadgets, to remain puppies That lick, slobber, miss the lips and kiss the eyes or chins And yet without shame, forgetting forbidden fruit, unblinking eyes - (Asking questions about hair, skin, color … hugs galore, even for the different) But as to whether I advocate divorce, May I plead the Fifth Amendment?


Poem Details | by R. e. taylor |
Categories: love, beautiful, old, beautiful, life, love, old, sun, kindergarten,

Under the Weeping Willow Tree

Under The Weeping Willow

I saw you when we were kids
Playing with blocks on the kindergarten floor
We grew up
You became a beauty
I became a geek
I never had the never had the nerve to talk to you
Then we met

Under the weeping willow down on the shores of the river
We met, we held hands and we kissed
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the love we both wanted

I proposed and we wed 
Promising to share our lives from then on
Never to part
I saw the love in your eyes
The geek married the beauty
And the rest of our lives began

Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We shared our vows
The rings shined on our finger
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the forever we both wanted

Our baby was born on a summer day
The sun was warm and the breeze gentle
She was named willow
And she smiled at the sun shining through the leaves
She loves her mother and father
All the love in the world could be seen in her eyes

Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We were the perfect family
A beautiful little girl with a future of love ahead
She brought pure happiness into our lives
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the family we both wanted

That winter the love of my life died
She went to sleep
She answered God's call
All her prayers would be answered
I am sure that she was welcomed to Heaven
And given a beautiful pair of wings

Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
I laid her body to rest
A beautiful love that will last forever
She is smiling because she was loved
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in sadness
The love of my life was gone


Poem Details | by Judith Angell Meyer |
Categories: childhood, history, schoolme, memory, me, memory, sun, kindergarten,

His First Love

I remember the heavy round wooden tables
Built low to the ground,
Just right for kindergartners.
He would always sit close

I didn't notice

Out-of-doors on the playground was a giant oak.
He made me an acorn pipe, then taught me how.
I made lots of acorn pipes, giving them all away;
Even his

He stood quiet with little fists pushed deep in his pockets.
But I didn't notice

The sun was golden
Shining through high windows
Down on the low round table,
Particles of dust dancing merrily on the beams

He handed me a present,
And as the royal blue paper with tiny pin stripes 
Crossed the sun's rays
The stripes lit up like diamonds

Gently opening the paper,
Careful not to lose the sparkles,
I could feel the whole class watch.
I was embarrassed

Inside was a book about a velveteen kitten.
She was black and feminine.
She wore a pink bow,
And she was fuzzy to the touch

I treasured that book.
As time went by I rubbed the kitty's fur
Until she was loved slick and smooth

I don't remember saying thank you.
I'm sure I did.
Surely the teacher would have reminded me;
There in front of the whole class

Over four decades ago - yet - 
The memory of that special gift is as clear and bright
As was the sun beam that day.
And I would like you to know Jimmy Wilson; 

That I noticed


Note: An old kindergarten memory to share with youWritten about 22 years ago.


Poem Details | by mon carlo tamine |
Categories: childhood, first love, friendship, girl, girlfriend, kindergarten, power, youth,

When we were young

We run when it rains

We lie on the ground

And stare at those stars

You said its 5000 stars up there

And I was eight

And believe you of course

You were nine that time


Two years after that I asked you

I say

"How did you know"

Then you said 

"know what"?

About the stars, 

"I count it", she said

"I dont believe you", I said

Then you say:

"I dont care, you want some ice cream"

Then we both walk towards your place

It was cold that time

And your father was on the terrace

Smoking his half lighted cigarette

And said  hi to him

He said hello

Vanilla that was the ice cream

You manage to stretch your hand

And made a loud sigh when you at last

had a grip on the ice cream

I remember sitting

While watching you preparing

A two scoop of ice cream for me

And just one for you

"We need to be equal" , I said

"Whats the point?", she said

"Nothing, its not fair for you", I said

"It is fair, because Im on a diet

I want to be a model someday.

And you need to eat more

Cause your going to be 

my bodyguard" she said








-comments please mate- TY 


Poem Details | by S.Jagathsimhan Nair |
Categories: kindergarten, love, me, passion,

Another Love-2

Another Love

You hold me in thrall
Charm me with your demeanor
And draw me to you
Like a kindergarten kid 
Is, by a wayside puddle.

For: Chris Aichtner's 'Enter the Tanka' contest






Poem Details | by Brashard Bursey |
Categories: forgiveness, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, on writing and words, sad, friend, best friend, girlfriend, people, betrayal, best friend, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, people, kindergarten,

Ex-Best Friends

Two people have broken their friendship ties because of either a disagreement or he or she has found out that his/her boyfriend/girlfriend had an affair with his or her best friend of one too many yearsThis type of betrayal has taken its toll on all people since day oneIt seems that this friendship wasn't enough for him or her, especially when this guy chose this girl over her best friend and this girl has chosen this guy over his best friendWhy these people aren't best of friends anymore is because for one, his girlfriend or her boyfriend cheated on him or her with his or her best friend and for two, they've gotten themselves in a lot of compromised situationsIt breaks the hearts of every human being just thinking about itHe or she, of all people, should know that they've been the best of friends since kindergarten and/or elementary schoolSo now that these people are no longer friends, thereby being "ex-best friends," I guess he or she has no choice but to move on with their livesThese people have broken ties from each other, eventually trying to rebuild themBut even if he or she has betrayed his or her best friend, one should be seriously forgiven for all the misdeeds he or she's done: trying to take his or her girlfriend or boyfriend, leaving him or her hanging, everythingThese two people are best friends and they're all they've gotBut the sad thing about two people being ex-best friends is that not only are they not talking to each other anymore, they've humiliated each other publicly and personallySo, if that's the way these two people want it and they want to cut off communication with each other, well, then two ex-best friends (guys and girls) have no choice but to wish them the best of luck and hoping that they'd forgive each other in the near future.


Poem Details | by CHICANO EDDIE |
Categories: candy, deep, fairy, kindergarten, lost love, true love, woman,

I'VE NEVER MET THE TOOTH FAIRY

"I'VE NEVER MET THE TOOTH FAIRY"


it was the city of La Puente and I was in kindergarten
I was nothing significant
I was just another kid fighting in the sand box
while the kids played foursquare, swung on the swings or rode the silver tricycles with the red handle grips, I kept to myself

then one day a little girl showed up out of nowhere
her name was Denise
she talked with her tongue resting between her lips, her eyes were pinched and when she smiled, her cheek bones shined
she wore her hair in pigtails
she always had pigtails

on another day, I saw her standing by the classroom door
she had a skirt on, striped socks, her pigtails and that squishy face
I walked over to her and asked why she wasn't playing with the rest of the class
she said it was too hot

it was then she pulled out a blow pop
she smiled while looking at me and said, "I like cherry." 
when I asked why, she said because it made her lips red
she said it was her lipstick
I stood there thinking about what my mother said: 
"Candy will rot your teeth."

she asked me to be her boyfriend that day and I said yes

I look to the sky today and think of all the candy I've avoided
I look to the sky today and think of all the whores I've been with and all the shit they create.

I look to the sky today and wish my mother would've said: 
"Women will rot your life."

a few cavities wouldn't be so bad.


By: Chicano Eddie
2-17-2017


Poem Details | by Shahana Jackson |
Categories: life, love, me, lost, lost, me, kindergarten,

losing yourself

I've lost myself 
a couple of times before
I let so many people 
walk in and out of life
like it was a revolving door
Am I bruised enough 
to admit that I'm scared?
Did I sin enough 
to the point where
no one will be there?
I fell so fast 
I always think 
that this times gonna last
but as I reach out for my heart
it's once again dying
and all I can think about is the past 
Where do I turn 
when I can't sleep?
Who will be there 
to give my heart some tea?
When will the band aid make me well?
These are the questions that I always wonder
He broke it 
I have to fix it
No manual to help me 
No good remedies to mend it
All I have is two broken halves
and a bottle of cheap kindergarten paste
that's supposed to help glue me back again
I've been lost before 
and it's not ordinary tour 
but I will find this door 
me myself and I will be just fine
with time


Poem Details | by charlotte jordan |
Categories: childhood, family, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nostalgia, time, graduation, prayer, time, kindergarten,

Last Time Forever

A mother’s loving look at her newborn child,
Never able to relive that moment again.
For it’s the last time forever.

Walking into kindergarten for the first time,
Feeling so alone and afraid, don’t fear
For it’s the last time forever.

Kneeling in prayer as you are born again,
Living as a sinner no longer,
For it’s the last time forever.

Walking across stage on graduation night,
Nervous because it’s your last few steps as a “child”,
For it’s the last time forever.

Praying to God to help you jump the hurdles,
Seeing prayers being answered, never doubt
For it’s NOT the last time forever.


Poem Details | by L.C. Jarrette |
Categories: children, class, farewell, graduation, kindergarten, love, teacher,

Memories of a Chalk

Silhouettes fade as summer draws near
Yearning for their presence in this barren room
Rippling sounds of one's laughter cause me to tear
Awakens this reverie like scent perfume

The vastness I never thought existed
Past the hallways where we've spent our youth
Smiles of the little ones thus recollected
Pictures from the bulletins show love and truth

Just as my heart, the red apple sits quietly
Treasuring the bond of our love so pure
The hugs, fights, celebration and anxieties
Carves the path to grow and mature

Oh darlings, it pains me to say goodbye
So please keep this chalk to remember me by.


Poem Details | by Savannah Trudeau |
Categories: angel, anger, baptism, beauty, kindergarten, lonely, lost love,

Luck

Luck is a sham
Created by those
Who hope against hope
That our dreams will come true
But accomplishing is created by doing
And wishes and wants
Are unobtainable if made just so
Wishes and wants

Do you remember a time
When we got up
And changed the world for the better
Because I don't
I remember people on the news
Talking about hunger and homes lost
But never a solution for it 

Now we rip the feet off rabbits
Expecting it to do us good
And horseshoes
And three leaf clovers
And pennies
All worshiped without question

Relying on luck
Like Dorothy did the Wizard of Oz
But he was a fake, too
And this time
We can't click our heels three times
Waiting for our problems to be solved
Because this time
There's no magic or luck on our side
Just us


Poem Details | by VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER |
Categories: baby, home, kindergarten, life, light, love,

MY BABY STROLLING ON MONDAY

There goes my baby
Strolling the long way home
Light of my life song


Shedding Sunday now
Kicking remnants down the slope
Waiting for Monday


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: abuse, anger, caregiving, discrimination, kindergarten, love, may, society, violence,

The Chilly Blowing Gale

I'm standing by the splashing rocks of the roaring ocean
with a cold face as if I was standing in wintry freezing rain;
it's the middle of sunny May and the chilly blowing gale
turns me into a hand-rubbing dude very rigid and pale.

Tired of being behind a screen where people chat,
I get angry reading a revengeful, lewd comment; 
social media has become a dangerous battlefield  
for thugs, where opinions are sarcastically shared.

A slowly-walking elderly lady, not wrinkly and crone, 
is robbed by a scrawny teen with a stylish cowboy walk;
he runs towards the beach harbored by a wall of stone;
then poses a minute to stuff something in his long sock.

The knocked-down lady yelled at the kid known as Sam;
and being nearby, I quickly ran and volunteered to help,
" Thank you, young man...I can't move my bruised leg."
I assure her it's not broken, " You'll be alright, mam! "

" Please allow me to escort you safely home"
The frail lady nodded as we started walking and talking;
I felt her shivering hand struggling to grab mine...
grateful for the human kindness she had been seeking.


Written on 5/15/2017



Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: love, school, teacher, teachers day, wisdom, woman, women,

A Wise Kindergarten Teacher

They were confident
 as they added their flowers, 
hearts and stars.

They were the dreamers, 
the doers, the artists, the doers, 
and they were mighty.

Their teacher was delighted, 
she gave them the pats and
hugs they sought.

Her words of encouragement 
gave them the bonus
 they needed, the love they were after.

They left for the summer, 
knowing they were the smartest children
 who ever were.

They were the mighty, 
magical, magnificent kindergarteners, 
thanks to a wise and loving teacher.