She descends from a faraway fairyland
and rises from a radiance
the nature turns connoisseur of her beauty
and all minds are tranquilized of her presence
her actions are emotionless
and she hails justice on the basis of morality
She defeats the gales and the gravity
ceasing the evils of their insanity, yet never fatigued

She is pure like the sacred streams
and walks like an oblivion lost in dreams
she keeps the feelings of her heart untold
and holds no hunger for food, love or gold
her life has no compulsions
and she lives independent of clutches and rules
She lives in divergence of life’s best delights
dedicating her life to others beyond their demise, yet remains unheard

~~ If ever reality and fantasy coalesced,
‘devil’s angel’ would be the world’s princess ~~

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Devil’s Angel.

The smell of chocolate was distinct,
And then a sight caused me to blink,
As if in answer to my prayers,
I saw a million chocolate bears.

Some were dark and some were light,
And some were very, very white,
Some were standing six feet tall,
And some were very, very small.

Some were wide and some were thin,
Some wore frowns and some wore grins,
Some were round and some were flat,
Some wore shoes and some wore hats.

I was rather mystified,
I could not quite believe my eyes,
But when they all began to dance,
I walked right in and took a chance.

I danced with one and then with two,
Then three with hats and one with shoes,
I was the belle of Candyland,
My life was chocolaty and grand.

But visions faded into night,
When I awoke and saw my plight,
My chocolate vision was a dream,
So I got up and had ice-cream.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Candyland.

I caught a turtle and a frog,
And then I tried to catch a hog,
But it would fight and make a squeal,
I didn’t know how it would feel.

I thought that it would play with me,
But it just wanted to be free,
To roll around in sloppy mud,
I loved this pig; I called it Bud.

Though it was just a simple hog,
I tried to treat it like a dog,
I wanted it to chase a bone,
But it would rather rub a stone.

So I went out to catch a hen,
And keep it in a little pen,
So I could hold it close to me,
And keep this chicken on my knee.

But all it did was flap around,
(It was a chicken, not a hound),
And it would rather peck in dirt,
I loved this hen; I called it Gert.

So I went out and bought a dog,
Which was much better than a hog,
And softer than a big, white hen,
I love this dog; I call it Ben.

It loves to sit upon my knee,
Where it can feel content and free,
It doesn’t peck or roll in mud,
It’s better than old Gert or Bud.

And we are now the best of friends,
And will be when this story ends,
The hog and chicken were okay,
But Ben and I are here to stay.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Ben And I.

My nana’s name is Granny Smith,
She gives me lotsa stuff,
My brother’s name is Jason Smith,
But he plays really rough.

And…um ,um ,um…and…you know what?
One time when I was small?
My mommy got me all dressed up,
And took me to the mall.

Do you like licorice bubble gum?
I think it’s really cool,
One time I blew this bubble?—–
——Next year I go to school.

My daddy says that pretty soon,
We’re going to Disneyland,
That always makes my mommy smile,
She says, “That will be grand.”

Some grownups talk all kinda strange,
I don’t know what they mean,—–
My sister likes this older guy?
I think that he’s fourteen.

I gotta go, it’s time for bed,
And Daddy gets real mad,
If I stay up real late at night,—–
My uncle’s name is Brad.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at I’m Five Years Old.

At university, you learn a profession
And often life is a big depression
Struggling through you continue your life
You get a villa, a car, and maybe a wife

I should probably, be through all that
And have a job, a house, and a Siamese cat
But since I never did what they told me
I sadly still am left in pre…

ยฉ Poetry 4 Kids

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at A LIFE PASS BY – by Milou.