By jivepoet on January 10, 2010
(1)If you’d found a way to hold your own against the playground bully,
Would you go to school reunions now, and share old classroom tales?
If you’d opened up, so counselors could understand you fully,
Would the knowledge they’d acquired have taken more wind from your sales?
(2)If you’d stood up to your father, when he made you go [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Brain, child, childhood, Choice, Christian, class, considering alternate outcomes, destiny, Father, Foe, Friend, Friends, girl, Lad, leaders, Life, list, Mom, night, nostalgia, Rain, reviewing one's past, School, Travel, Voices, war
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
(1)My first Blue Mountains journeys were on Sydney’s country trains,
With scenery improving, once I’d gone past Emu Plains.
I did not know the passengers around me, but perhaps one
Might care to play a card game, since we’d only come to Lapstone
(2)I closed my vintage fiction novel fast. So I could then look,
To see surrounding bushland, as [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Autumn, Bloom, child, childhood, class, Concrete, cool, Ears, fiction, Fire, Flower, flowers, Friend, Game, Gloves, Hill, Horses, house, Journey, joy, Lace, Lad, Lain, Life, Lost, Lost love, love, Map, memory, night, Rain, scene, School, Sea, sin, spring, Sun, Train trip, Travel, Tree, Trees, war
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
Professor Brint was 30, when he built his best invention:
The Chrono-Car, and used it to explore the fourth dimension.
He revved it up, and traveled back through 23 years’ history,
And then the engine used up all supplies of his magistery.
Now trapped back when his childhood self had only just turned seven,
And frequently thrown out those brown [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angel, child, childhood, Choice, class, Ears, Journey, Lad, Liar, lies, Life, love, Mother, Muck, Romance, S Child, School, sin, Tea, Time Travel, Torment, Travel, Truth, war
By PrairiePoems on June 17, 2009
We have always called you Annie-
Tho you wandered far away,
From the little hidden pathway
Where the joys of childhood stay,
Gone so quickly, down the pathway,
LEFT US….while the vision stays,
Of a Little Girl, name ANNIE-
That I knew in other days.
Gone so quickly, down the pathway-
Left me out here, all alone,
In the quiet of the eveing-
As I drive [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, child, childhood, Fire, Flick, girl, joy, Little Girl, Shadow, Twilight
By arjunsharma on March 2, 2009
1
June 4, 2006.
The Lufthansa flight from Newyork landed in Chennai at 2:15 AM, thirty minutes later than the scheduled arrival time. Mohanasundaram was waiting at the arrival terminal with increasing anticipation. He scanned the hundred faces coming out of the airport for his son. After about forty-five minutes, Arun kumar walked out, waving his hands [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Angel, Anger, Angles, Ash, Awe, baby, Bad Luck, Bang, Bangles, Beautiful, Blink, blood, Blow, Blush, Break, breeze, Brother, change, Cheeks, child, childhood, Cigarette, Circumstances, class, Clouds, Coffee, cold, confusion, conscience, Control, Crowd, cry, Cup Of Coffee, Dad, dancing, dark, Daughter, Devotion, Diet, Direction, Disrespect, Doubt, dream, dreams, Droplets, Ears, Ecstasy, Emotions, Emptiness, empty, Eternity, Explanations, eyes, Fairy Tale, falling, Father, Fear, Fears, feeling, Feelings, Feet, fiction, First Night, Fish, Flame, Flames, Flesh, Flick, Flood, Fool, For you, forever, Friend, Friends, fun, Ghost, ghosts, girl, god, Gold, Guess, Happiness, Haunt, heart, Heart Beat, Hearts, Heaven, Hill, Horizon, house, Hunger, I love you, Images, imagine, Jasmine, Job, Journey, joy, Kids, kiss, Lace, Lad, Lain, Laugh, Laughter, lies, Life, Lips, list, loneliness, loss, Lost, love, Madness, Magic, Mail, Many Things, Marriage, memories, memory, Midst, Mirror, Mistake, Mom, Money, Moon, Moonlight, Morning Sun, Mother, Moving, Mud, Music, night, Oh God, Old Friend, pain, peace, people, Pig, Prayer, Prayers, Prick, Pride, promise, Rain, Reason, Reds, respect, Rope, Rose, Rush, S Child, Sad, Scars, scene, School, scream, Sea, seeing, Serene, Shame, Sharp, Shock, Shout, Silence, sin, Single Thing, Sky, sleep, smile, Smiles, Sobs, Solace, soul, Sounds, Spectacle, Spirit, Spite, Stories, Sun, Surprise, Swimming, Tea, tears, Teeth, Temper, Throng, Tick, Travel, Tree, Trees, Truth, Urge, Vanilla, Voices, war, Warmth, wife, woman, world
By arjunsharma on February 23, 2009
1
Present Day
It was the first Monday in weeks when I was not in office before ten. As I saw the frosted sundial of my old citizen ticking eleven thirty, I cursed myself for the umpteenth time for choosing that insurance company. I found out that the other companies did not require so many tests after [...]
Posted in Stories | Tagged absence, addict, Addiction, alone, An orphan, Angel, Angels, Anger, Apartment, Aroma, Ash, Awe, baby, Bang, Beautiful, Belief, Best Friends, Bikes, blood, Bloom, Blow, Blush, Brain, Break, breeze, Bud, Bun, Butt, Celebration, Cement, change, Cheeks, child, childhood, Chocolate, Circumstances, class, Clothes, Clouds, Coffee, cold, computer, confusion, Conversations, cool, courage, Crackers, Crowd, cry, cycle, Dad, dancing, dark, Darkness, Daughter, Dawn, death, Depression, destiny, Devil, Direction, Dirt, Doctors, Doubt, dream, dreams, Ears, Earth, Elbow, Emotions, Emptiness, empty, eternal, Eternity, Eyelashes, eyes, Faith, falling, Fate, Father, Fear, feeling, Feelings, Feet, Fire, Fish, Flood, Flower, flowers, Fool, For you, forever, Friend, Friends, Full Moon, fun, Game, girl, Girl Talk, Gloom, god, Gold, Gratitude, Guess, Guidance, Habit, Happiness, Hatred, Hats, Haunt, Hear Music, heart, Heart Beat, Heaven, Hell, Hill, house, I love you, Images, Imaginations, imagine, Insurance, Jasmine, jealousy, Job, Journey, joy, Kids, killing, kiss, Kisses, Lace, Lad, Lain, Laugh, leave me, Left Hand, Lessons, Liar, lies, Life, Lips, list, loneliness, lonely, Loon, loss, Lost, love, Loving Wife, Lute, Madness, Magic, Mail, Many Things, Marriage, Match, memories, memory, miracle, Mirror, Misery, Mistake, Mob, Mom, Money, Moon, Mother, Moving, Mud, Music, Nature, Nec, Nerves, New Born, night, Ocean, pain, Passion, peace, people, Pies, Pleasure, Poem, Prayer, Presence, Priceless, Pride, promise, Rain, Reason, Reds, reflection, Relationships, Remorse, Rendezvous, Revere, Rivers, Rope, Rose, Running, Rush, Sad, sailing, Sanity, Satin, scene, School, scream, Screams, Sea, seeing, Shadow, Shame, Shape, Sharp, Shock, Shoes, Shout, Signs, Silence, sin, Sky, sleep, slumber, smile, Smiles, Sobs, Solace, solitude, Sorrow, soul, Sounds, Spite, Stomach, Stories, Sun, Surprise, Taxi, Tea, tears, Teeth, Temper, Throng, Tick, Tide, Travel, Tree, Truth, ugly, Urge, Valleys, Vastness, Veins, Vine, war, Warmth, Waves, wife, Wisdom, Woe, Woes, woman, Womb, world, Worries, Wounds
By b on July 12, 2008
Earlier chapters:
The Rodeo Girl…the dance floor
The Apartment Problem
Glass Question Token
The Little Girl
Live Theatre with Etta
Etta Has Flown the Coop
Face to Face
Choosing
In Retrospect…
Yes
Etta and the Card
The last three chapters:
Part I
Etta and the Lie
Etta had just moved in with Jeffery when the lying began. She had told people that she was childless, married for money and lived [...]
Posted in Stories | Tagged Anger, Antiques, Apartment, Array, Aunt Mary, baby, Bad Luck, Bang, Beautiful, Blow, Brother, Bun, change, child, childhood, Children, Choice, class, Coffee, cold, cool, Coop, Corner Bedroom, courage, Crowd, cry, Cup Of Coffee, Dad, Dance Floor, dancing, dark, Dawn, Direction, Ears, empty, Family Poems, Father, fiction, Frey, Ghost, ghosts, girl, Grand Trees, Grass, Guess, Guidance, Hill, horror, house, Lace, Lad, Lain, Liar, lies, Life, Life Style, Little Girl, Loon, Lost, love, Money, Mother, Nature, Nec, Neighborhood, night, people, Pianist, Pore, Reason, Remnants, respect, Respectability, Retrospect, Ribs, Rodeo Girl, Running, Rush, S Child, School, Shoes, sin, sleep, smile, Sorority, Stairs, Sun, Swinging, Swinging Bridge, Tea, Token, Travel, Tree, Trees, Truth, Upscale Life, Upstairs, war, wife
By David Pekrul on June 6, 2008
I’m a child of the ’50s, and when, as a boy,
Had lots of ambition, but not many toys,
So the forest was my playground, the trees were my space,
I would rather be there than in any old place.
I would live in the treetops and hide in the leaves,
The boughs were my rooftop, the branches, my eaves,
And [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged child, childhood, Dawn, dream, dreams, Heaven, house, Lace, memories, Pride, reflection, Tree, Trees, war
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