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Little Boy Close Your Eyes

Written by Caleb age 8. About dreams when you sleep at night

Little Boy Close Your Eyes

I roll into my bed
Covers over my head
Rolled up like a cocoon
In my mountain of covers

Slowly closing my eye
The sprinkled diamond dust
Trickles down from the heavens above
Making my eyes so heavy and tick
Sending me away
To my dream land Kingdom

When I fall to sleep
I dream of images
That dance in my head
Behind my close eyes
No stars can I see

In my dreams the images
Come to me
I am the King
Of this foreign land

I fight the dragons
And protect the lands
My Kingdom bows down before me
All clapping and shouting
When the dragon is defeated

In the morning hours
It is hard to open my eyes
My dreams will be gone forever
Hiding in my dream land Kingdom
Behind my star dust filled eyes.

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TV Time

Written by Trinty age 10. A poem about TV time.

TV Time

The TV comes on
I have big open eyes
Watching for hours
Not making a peep

I don’t move at all
Just watching so silent
Falling to sleep
Then opening my eyes

Wanting to watch
But falling to sleep
Not knowing what is happening
Just drifting away

Hearing the sounds of the TV
Wanting to wake up
To watch my show
Next thing I know
It’s a new show

Changing the channel
Surfing for a new show
Not knowing what to see
I think it’s all a dream

A little bee
Buzzes by
And slaps me in the eye
It’s all a dream
And my show is still on

The One and Only Kiss

Written by Ann Leflore;Poetry Challenge for Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic week 2 “The Kiss”.

The One and Only Kiss

Sitting in the band room
Beating on his drums
My heart keeps the rhythm
Each strike as he blows

Muscles budge from his arms
The sweat trickles down his forehead
Leaving droplets that form
Tear drops as they roll down on him

The class ends
The bell breaks the spill
Standing up slowly
Waiting for him to pass by
And brush against my side

Each day after school
Before the last bell rings
My heart starts to
Flip flop and beat a new life

The heat starts to rise
In the palm of my hands
Sticky and sweaty
Slippery and wet

My nerves stand like needles
Picking my skin
Sending chilling bumps
Down my back and spine

Rushing out the door
Running down the hall
Waiting to walk outside
To see him sitting

Waiting to pass the hours
Walking home from school
Afraid to hold my books
Never takes my hand

Just passing the hours
Like droplets in the sand
The day finally comes
He calls me near

He tells of his adventure
That will take him far from here
He has to leave
So far away

The tears start to form
And stain his freckled cheeks
He bends down to kiss me
The one and only time

The first kiss is the last
As tears pour from his eye
The tears taste like salt
Burning on my lips

The kiss oh so fast
As he turns and runs away
He looks back and waves good bye

As he heads towards the car
He sits inside hiding his eye
Afraid of the last good bye

I stand and stare
As the car pulls away
Tears start to form
As I touch my lips
For that one and only kiss

 

Unsuspecting Creatures of the Night

Written by Ann LeFlore a piece for Halloween. Halloween is creeping upon us soon and one of the favorite mysteries is the vampires and the costumes and images created during this time.

Unsuspecting Creatures of the Night

The dark Lord speaks
To the creatures
Of the night
Who can’t live
By the day light

All who lost their souls
With one swift bite
The creatures of the night

Who feast on
The dark red liquor
Intoxicating
The pulse of their life

Craving for the blue dark fluids
That fills the veins
Of their unsuspected victims
Once tasted turns to the thick red syrup

Sucking the juices of their lives
With that one luring bite
Drawing you near
For one more bite

The bodies
Are suspended
In an unearthly state
Embalmed in a human less fate

The world between
The living and the dead
Somewhere in between
The creatures seem to roam

Sleeping by sunlight
Hunting by the moonlight
Stacking their prey

The pale face creatures
That roams in the moonlight
The unsuspecting creatures of the night

The Forbidden Fruit

Written by Ann LeFlorefor a poetry challend on The Gooseberry Garden.  The challenge: As you are aware that this week we are going to touch upon history and biblical story of Adam and Eve. By the time I had seen this they had the challenge closed. I am just posting this for everyone to read.

The Forbidden Fruit

Adam and Eve
As we all know
Lived in a Garden
As we are told

The paradise
Created for them alone
Adorn the beauty
For them to see

The life so giving
So free
Until one day
The serpent sliders in

Wrapping himself
Around the forbidden tree
Hiding and waiting
For the two to see

Taunting and teasing
Hissing and challenging
Them to touch this tree
Eve alone returns to see

The colored serpent
Promising to be
The world to see

Just take one bite
He begs and pleads
You will see the light

The fruit is not poisonous
You will see
It shows the world
As it has to be

The fruit gives life
For all who partake
Brings into the world
A new found glory

God will not mind
He told me so
He sent me here
To tell you so

Eve reaches forth
To touch the tree
The fruit so inviting
It electrifies her eyes

She stares at the sparkle
As she begins to touch
The serpent coaches Eve
Touch your lips

You will see
The bite is waiting
For you to take
The sweetness for you will see
Shows the beauty

Of the world you see
You are free I promise you
The world before your eyes

Now run and take Adam
To be by your side
Feed him the fruit
The love can be yours

The untold secrets
Are yours to hold
Eve runs off
In a frantic flash

To bring back Adam
To show him the tree
Adam makes his dash
To save poor Eve from this awful fate

The serpent forked tong
The truths untold lies
The world is not safe
For Eve outside

Adam finds Eve
The innocence creature no more
Eve hides her eyes
As Adam stands by her side

Afraid to see his naked beauty
Of the man she so loves
The serpent has lied
Evil is before her eyes

This was not God’s plan
What has she done
Adam afraid to leave Eve’s side
Indulges in the devil
And takes one bit

God appears before their eye
His hurt can be seen
Before their eyes
God speaks to the two

You are free the evil awaits you outside
You have partaken of the forbidden tree
Now your eyes
See the world as it must be

Cover your self
Run and hide
Protect each other
As you live outside

This is God’s wish
It has to be
For Adam and Eve
Showed us the world
How it’s meant to be

Indian War Paint

My husband was always tinkering with his cars. One car he had needed a new transmission. He knew he could do this

Indian War Paint

himself. He purchased the transmission and had it delivered to our home. He went out and rented the jacks with chains to lift the motor out of his car. Each afternoon and on the weekend he was under this car taking off the old transmission in the middle of our driveway. He had the garage blocked with his car and the new transmission on the floor I was forced to park our other car in the driveway while he worked on his.

 I would hear my husband yell for me to come and help him. I know nothing about cars and had other things to do in the house. I would arrive and he would ask me to hold a wrench on a bolt for him while he went under the car to loosen the other end. For some reason I could never get this one right. He would yell for daughter who was 6 years old at the time to come and help him. She was always there next to him doing everything with him.

 I would laugh as he would pick her up by her feet and she would crawl into the motor of the car like a little snake. She could wedge herself in to the smallest places. She was skinny and had long legs and arms on her. He would get her in there just where he wanted her and she could block herself inside the motor and hold the wrench the way he wanted.

 The two of them would spend hours on end under this car and in the motor. She would come in the house covered in grease from head to toe. She had one of my husband’s old shirts she would wear that went almost to the floor on her. On the inside of our garage we had another shower where he would clean her before coming into the house. She was more of a son to my husband than our oldest son was. He hated to get his hands dirty and you would never see him under the car with my husband.

 One weekend my husband was almost done with the transmission in the car. He had in wedged into place and filled with 5 quarts of transmission fluid. He was out in the middle of the driveway working and my daughter was right there beside him. She had her own wooden plank with roller on it so she could roll under the car with him. He had made a special one for her that was small and did not interfere with his work.

 I can remember this afternoon like it was yesterday. I head something crash, my husband yelled out in anger and in shock. I had a bad feeling in my stomach that the jacks had fallen and the car was sitting on top of my husband and daughter. I went running through the house in utter panic. When I reached the back door I was afraid to open the door. I knew I had to move and get out there. What if the car was crushing my husband and daughter?

 I reached for the door knob not being able to feel it turn under sheer panic. I finally got the back door open and went outside. I could see the car was still on the jacks and my husband was moving under the car. I looked under the car and all I saw was a pool of red. I was sure this was blood when I first saw it. I was in shock and could not even speak.

I stood up getting ready to run in the house and call the fire department to come and rescue my husband and daughter. Next thing I know the two of them come rolling out from under the car. They are both covered in red liquid. I was in a state of panic I had no idea what had happened.

 My husband took one look at my face and assured me all was fine. He said the transmission jack had slipped and dumped the 5 quarts of transmission fluid down on top of him and my daughter. They were both covered in transmission fluid.

 I was in such shock I started to scream widely at my husband that he should not have our daughter under that car putting her life in danger. I saw her standing there dripping in red fluid all in her hair, face, and hands. My husband calmed me down enough and I got control of myself. I then took a look at my little girl who was covered in transmission fluid.

 My daughter had very long hair down past her rear end and it was filled with transmission fluid. I had no idea how I could ever get this mess out of her hair. I left the two standing there dripping in transmission fluid and went in the house to get some scissors.

 When I came back outside my daughter was back under the car again with my husband and the two of them were laughing so hard. I peered under the car to see my daughter slapping the transmission fluid with her hands and using it to paint on my husbands face. She said that he was her hero and now he was an Indian. She was using the transmission fluid to paint his face. She said now he was ready for war and he was the Chief of all Indians.

 I was ferrous when I saw her under this car again. My only thoughts were to get her out of there cut off that mess of hair and try and clean her up. I told my husband to stop playing around and bring her in the house. I needed to cut her hair and clean her up. He said you will never cut her hair again. Leave her alone I will take care of her and clean her up.

 The two played around cleaning up the transmission fluid for about an hour. I could hear them laughing and playing around during this time. Next thing I know it is quiet and they were not laughing any longer. I went back outside to see what was happening. The only thing I could think of was how I could get that mess out of her hair. I had made up my mind I would cut off her hair so I could clean her up.

 When I arrived outside he had her in the garage all her clothes stripped off and she was covered in this white grease remover. He had her hair full of grease remover. He was using old rags to take the transmission fluid off of her. He had so much of this in her hair it was pink in color.

 I looked at my daughter standing there covered in white grease cleaner and her hair dripping pink drops. I told my husband you will never get this mess out of her hair and it was better to cut it off and let it grow again. He disagreed with me and said that he would take care of her and to go back in the house and leave him alone.

 You see my husband never forgave me the one time I cut her hair. She was 2 years old and decided she did not want to eat her oatmeal. She took her bowl of oatmeal and tuned it upside down on her head and was wearing her bowl. I had this mess all over the house and in her hair. I cut off her hair when I took her in the bathroom to clean her up. My husband came home that night to see the hair cut I gave her and he was so angry. I had made a terrible mess of her hair and he had a hard time to get it cut straight after I was done. He told me that would be the last time I would ever cut her hair.

 After an hour my daughter came in the house all wrapped in a towel and went in her room to get dresses. When she came back out her hair looked like a rats nest. It was so full of tangles and I had no idea how I could ever get them out. Her skin was so red I thought that it was stained for good with transmission fluid. Come to find out that in order to get the grease remover off her my husband showered her in the hottest water he could. He said that he had to wash her hair 5 times to get all the grease out of her hair.

 After my husband appeared and went in our room to change. He took our daughter and sat her in his lap and started to comb out that mess in her hair. He worked on her hair for over an hour taking such tiny careful strokes combing out every single knot in her hair. I kept complaining to him that he should just cut off her hair and he would give me the look which told me it was time to be quiet.

 My husband and daughter were very close and still are to this day. She was always there with him side by side working in the garage, building this and that, and loving it when he worked on the motor of his cars. I will never forget that day when I thought I had lost the two of them when I heard that awful crash.

Ghost Whisper

Ghost Whisper

The death chilling winds
Blow up from the south
The earth engulfs in fog
The lights from the street
Sends luminous images
Dancing in the fog light

The images arises
In the heat of the night
Looming tall
Stacking and whispering
The icebergs crack
As the voice sings out

The image glassy
Transparent
Floating in the moon light
As the winds wisps by
The images take on a new life
Transforming

Evolving
Coming to life
The claw shaped hands
Reach out
Touching your soul

Dragging you deep below
The whispers frost your eyes
The blow glues them shut
Your hands are frozen in space
The image holds you beneath his grace

Your soul is beholden
To this whisper
Transformed into its image
Your bones become brittle
From the frozen state
Your life sinks out of you
Frozen in space

Ice starts to form
On your hands and face
This frozen image
Transforms you into a new place
Your lips seep ice drops
As you try to speak

The words that escape
Are frozen in space
Your life is affricated
Drunken and molten
The heart burns inside
The volcano trying to explode

The heat rises
Deep inside
The force is so great
The cold try to escape
With the next blow of the wind
The volcano erupts

Spilling in its place
The mutton liquid
That freezes in place
The cold holds you prisoner
In the dead of the night

The ghost whisper
Passes through this place
Your life is renewed
As the heat seeps in
The fire starts to burn
Deep within

The curse looses it hold
As you fight and hold
The image of life
Behind your frozen shut eyes
Your will for life
Saves you from this place

Written by Ann LeFlore for dVerse poets Pub challenge. Write a poem about the third eye open. It could be: gravity, wind, angels, demons, souls, auras, intentions, leprechauns, attitudes, moods or magic. It can be anything that you can not see with your normal eyes, but you know is there.