Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.
quote by Walter Savage Landor
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Past is dust.
My childhood was not aware that
My adulthood would later mock at it.
My adulthood was not aware that
My old stage would mock at adulthood.
My senescence will be mocked at
By my soul. Every past is dust.
07.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Welcome Me, Adulthood
Welcome me, Adulthood, I have ventured
through childhood with all the wonders and dangers in it.
I have placed my childhood fantasies aside,
and picked up hopes of becoming who I want to be.
Embrace me knowledge,
I am ready to know more and add to what I know already.
I have conquered my fear of the night,
now I only fear of becoming nothing.
I have stopped pretending to be what I thought I was going to be,
and realized that I am only what I make of myself.
I have come down from the land of make-believe,
and I have found the strength to believe in me.
So when I come upon you, open your arms,
and welcome me, Adulthood,
for I am headed your way.
poem by Aashka Thakkar
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Journey Into Lovesmacked Adulthood
for gifted young minds
from nurturing families
childhood years may be easy
journey through childhood
journey through teenage years
may be continuous joy ride
some gifted students
never endure problems
at school fortune smiles
therefore entry into adulthood
may come as quite a shook
adversity has taught no lessons
in a nutshell
it may be rather difficult
to study work abroad
difficult year or study
both chance variant happen
par for course life lesson
life not study
poses the problem
for gifted minds
since the gifted mind
never had much
problem with schools
thus when the gifted
are doing exactly
exactly what they want
what they absolutely love
they find no hardship in it
thus beware intensity love
fatal may be danger love
love may be a hurricane
cupid leaves lovesmacked
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Extinct Of Childhood
childhood is matching out
My generation is not watching out
The genesis of a blackout
In a scene that must not be cut out
Scene is a stage of life
Childhood! I am in retrospect
I wonder at the turn of events
Imagine the exit of a crucial stage
These days they recognise contraceptives
That is why I am hypertensive
Children can not comprehend comprehensively
English teacher in comprehension
A child's exposure to adulthood
Achild's experience of adulthood
Equal to taking two steps at a time
Which causes a faall of a lifetime
Abomination now normal occurences
Adult language now children songs
Their songs leave our mouth ajar
Our taboo is now their faboo
Girl raped when a toddler
Exploring, performing before teenager
Perishing before adulthood
Who is the future of tomorrow?
Bring back childhood days
Let membership be mandatory
Make Right of Participation obligatory
In togetherness we rescue childhood
Children deserve the right to choose
Heavenly endowment from Mother Nature
Allow these children to nurture
Never force them to mature
My propagation about childhood
Let childhood songs be babbling
Let their dance be jumping
Let their dressing be decent
Be free to twinkle again
Stars are permanently up
Mothers should sit and watch
That Humpty might fall again
You will soon devour an elephant
With a lifetime ahead of you
Your year of Yahooze by the corner
No hurry in life, time for everything
poem by Olutosin Oladosu Adebowale
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2.03 Childhood - Youth - Old Age
The three around the fire sitting,
Gossiping of Life and its doings,
Reached a point thought provoking,
Of their journey and life prevailing. [1]
CHILDHOOD:
“Please do not leave me at this time,
Youth, do take me in your prime,
For I an entertainment will but be,
With playful antics in life’s journey.” [2]
YOUTH:
“No! You can not accompany me,
As struggles exist in my journey,
Your playfulantics will but not be,
In my stride of any necessity.” [3]
When on Youth tiredness grows,
Childhood memories do then glow,
But Old Age with its aged face,
Now stares at Youth in this race. [4]
OLDAGE
“Of no use it be to remember him,
You move ahead now in this game,
Childhood once gone never returns,
Forget Childhood - Love me in turn. [5]
Struggling ahead as you had moved,
Your tiredness now I shall remove,
Come on my lap relaxingly do lie,
And sleep with my pleasant lullabies.” [6]
Thinking of Childhood - its payful taps,
The Youth now lies in Oldage’s lap,
Who caressing with weak trembling hands,
Sings cradle songs of eternal sleep grand. [7]
poem by Munnan Misra
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Adolescence is the conjugator of childhood and adulthood.
quote by Louise J. Kaplan
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What one learns in childhood he carries into adulthood.
Robert (Rocky) Bates
Where do we start, where do we stop
putting together divine words of sincerity
for a man of integrity, intelligent, witty,
admired by his peers, family and friends.
Our families came together on the
Sandfields Estate late fifties early sixties,
though from different backgrounds,
we bonded instantly in childhood
and were known as Rocky, Ti, Jolly, and Pixie.
The history of our childhood became a ten-plate
toward the development of our adulthood
and through our childhood bonding
it became apparent, in who we are today.
There is no manual on the shelves,
to show how we should proceed
but we knew how to treat each other.
That is a rare commodity in how to
navigate friendship unconditionally.
Nov 2012
poem by Alex Sarich
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Childhood - The 21st Century
How advanced they are, these children of the future,
Like small adults, within their tiny frames,
They grow up in a fast 'speed driven' culture,
Where 'learning pressures' change their kind of games,
Where is their childhood, in all this hurly burly,
Where is their pure untainted view of things,
Why do they have to grow so old, so early,
And lose the joy that only childhood brings.
Our childhood was filled with thoughts of joy and gladness,
We lived our lives, oblivious to the world
And all the hardships, wars, the grief and sadness,
We stood, waiting for our lives to be unfurled.
We had time to grow, and gain an understanding,
Of each new phase, each change along the way,
As we grew slowly, our senses all expanding,
So with clarity, we slowly changed our play.
We had a framework on which to build and flourish,
Slow and steady, this was no rushed affair,
Taking each step, then step by step to nourish,
Our childhood, so finally adulthood we would share.
What will become, of these 'New Century' learners,
I doubt if they, a dreamy childhood see,
Will they then tell to all those bright discerners
Of their own, how they remembered their childhood to be.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Campaign Song
Boom boom boom
Boon boon boon
Bane bane bane
Your campaign song
Is too loud, bane
I am riding on boon
Good and fine days
Ignorant of intended ways
Boom your campaign song
It was too loud, bane
I barely could manage
To hear your message
I voted for the other candidate
Your Boom song was too loud
It was good in our ears in June
But you sang it till December
That even kids should remember
I choose otherwise, voted you out
Is Campaign song bane or boon?
poem by Benjamin Paa Willie
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Adulthood is the ever-shrinking period between childhood and old age. It is the apparent aim of modern industrial societies to reduce this period to a minimum.
quote by Thomas Szasz
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Ghosts of Dreams
We are all of us dreamers of dreams,
On visions our childhood is fed;
And the heart of a child is unhaunted, it seems,
By ghosts of dreams that are dead.
From childhood to youth's but a span,
And the years of our life are soon sped;
But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man,
When the first of his dreams is dead.
'Tis a cup of wormwood and gall,
When the doom of a great man is said;
And the best of a man is under a pall
When the best of his dreams is dead.
He may live on by compact and plan
When the fine bloom of living is shed,
But God pity the little that's left of a man
When most of his dreams are dead.
Let him show a brave face if he can;
Let him woo fame and fortune instead;
Yet there's not much to do, but to bury a man
When the last of his dreams is dead.
poem by William Herbert Carruth
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Hidden Unknown
childhood: unknown excitation -
the world primordial-new,
mysterious place where
dreams are dreams and reality
tastes
of the unexpected
and then
adulthood: stale
ingrained pathways bleach
the world into
a sterile representation
of the dreams childhood grew.
on occasion: a thought,
moment or event,
triggers a resurgence of
this hidden 'unknown' and then -
it is gone
and a staid world remains.
how to break habitual chains?
how to regress to innocent state?
if we could,
would we?
should we?
or is it
too
late?
poem by Christopher Withers
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Like a child growing into an adult?
This old tattered soul eagerly seeks
the boisterous childhood,
Playmates and unpopular grounds?
(And our powerful strokes not included
in the World record book and we're not recognized.)
Remember that soft ball when somebody throws
I hit with my cheaper bat not willow wood.
The ball goes into the forest like a jet
and it's really interested searching the ball
whole day there with mosquito bites
and we bring home the nettles?
If someone knows the real value of childhood
Who never dreams of adulthood
That full of cruelty and hardships?
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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There is a point in every young person's life when you realize that the youth that you've progressed through and graduate to some sort of adulthood is equally as messed up as where you're going.
quote by Jena Malone
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Childhood is calling
Come on people move
For childhood is calling
time to get up and groove
there is no time for stalling
Enjoy the warm sunny day
and chase all of your blues away
this is a day that is so enthralling
listen, as your childhood is calling
old men sit and are soon recalling
and slowly as their hair is graying
they hear the siren song of youth playing
saying that their childhood is calling
the time is slipping away so quickly,
so run fast and catch the dying sun
for childhood is calling
and your life has just begun
JPM 1/4/2008 - 1/11/2008
The Indulgence
Like being in the right place, at least;
Like being in the wrong mood, at most;
Moving with determinism like a beast,
Approaching a prey to make a feast,
Coopted, its an indulgence
Like a tree planted across the river,
With the cold, it does not shiver,
The flowers, the fruits it deliver,
The seasons, the leaves it recover,
Corelated, its the indulgence
Moving with the wind, suspension
Slowing in speed, reaction,
Its a dilemma indeed, temptation
It was yellow then red, variation
Cooperation, its the indulgence
Was it painting pictures on walls,
Or maybe picturing paints on walls,
Some called it pronounced casuality,
Others said a denounced formality,
A smooth perfidy of reality,
Conglomeration, its the indulgence
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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My Halloween Spirit (The Ghost That Carries The Jack-O-Lantern)
From my childhood and now to adulthood
I always knew when to expect you
I always knew when you'd come around
Because you're a part of my lifetime
You're my halloween spirit
Even though you're dressed perfectly as a ghost
While carrying a jack-o-lantern in your hands
Even though I've gotten older
You still inspire me to celebrate Halloween
As well as keeping on instilling a love for me of Halloween
The years keep on flying by
But every year since my childhood
You still know me
You still remember me
You still inspire me to celebrate Halloween
As well as still encouraging me, to have the love that I have for Halloween
Even after all these years
poem by Justin Gildow
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood until we move from the passive voice to the active voice-that is, until we have stopped saying 'It got lost,' and say, 'I lost it.'
quote by Sydney J. Harris
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