by Nancy Jones |
Categories:
life, love, mystery, peace,
Playmates is all we
ever were and ever wanted.
To be friendly, frisky, rambunctious even.
Sometimes “ever” gets tricky seems
somewhere it got that way.
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Usually when I lie about the form, it's because it makes me laugh to do so... love you guys muchly! ~N
by Cameron Hartley |
Categories:
books, childhood, me, words, world,
I have always lived in a world of words;
This is how I was raised-
On the scent of ink and paper,
A changeling fairy child lured away
Between the pages with the promise
Of escape- of magic and love and
All the things too pretty for this world...
My first playmates were fables;
Foster parents were novels-
They whispered sweet things to me,
Stayed close to me,
Let me hold them in the night;
They taught me how to befriend
The monsters under my bed,
But not how to survive the daylight...
by Cona Adams |
Categories:
animal, cat, christmas, pets,
Early one Christmas morn
my eyes flew open wide,
found no gifts under the tree
so I ran to look outside.
Everywhere, on the ground
lay mounds of fluffy snow
and parked right in front,
topped with a big red bow,
was my trusty old wagon
full of presents galore.
Four eyes peeked out and
made my emotions soar.
Two furry little playmates
to fill the hours of my days
full of love and amusement
with their wild, playful ways.
by Sai Lin Lip |
Categories:
family, grandchild, hope, life,
From the ancestors
Generations to generations
Lives carry on like new sprouts
And flourishing like a jungle
Newborns are our hope
Nowadays newborns are totally different
Imbedded in an aircond surrounding
With love and care
A lot of toys
A lot of playmates
Hyperactive, alert and wise
Will carry on the family tree
And our mission
A mission of love of course
by George Gabriel |
Categories:
lovekiss, may, me,
Where are you, my love? My love, where art thou? Come to me and have a kiss from the one
who the One sent from the beginning of the world to kiss this very moment. Connected in
time, heart, spirit, touch, lips... being... embracing in the now. Come to me that we may
be playmates, helpmates, lifemates, and lovers to one another. Come that we may be
co-authors together in our own book with all its beautiful characters we create. Come help
me in the Garden that we may consume the tender, juicy, fruits of our labor.
by Jaydeep Sarangi |
Categories:
imagination, literature,
I return to muddy walls near the river
Erratic November rain heals the world.
Now the courtyard is wet.
Night birds are carrying time’s wings
Though our hearts have deep bloody wounds
Though the air if full of hatred and self love
Erring weaves gather mud
Even then, the world is engrossed in dreams of a beautiful dawn.
My girl has a river in her
Her playmates are in distant lands
Making friends, new playmates
Life's wheel moves towards the confluence.
I count rain drops.
My heart is emptied to have more sadness
Separations, homelessness on the banks of the river.
River's heart knows tomorrows. Erring times.
by Vaughan Shook |
Categories:
childhood, devotion, friendship, friend, time,
To become a friend
We share in each others Destiny
Feeling Pain,Joy,Love and Sensitivity
When a Friend was But a Friend
Today we are Playmates
Everything we Share and do the same
Only difference are our Names
Spending time together
We talk of the Future
Sharing our thoughts and Experience
Never Judging individual faults
As the World changes and time goes on, Inseparable our Bond
Growing up we drift Apart
Our friendship still strong you and me from the start
When a Friend was but a Friend