Skipping!
A little girl was skipping;
As she swung her skipping rope
The neighbors heard her singing
And the song she sang was - Quote:
'Mummy's in the parlour
And she's there with Uncle Fred,
Daddy's in the garage
Says she's doing in his head,
Auntie Jane was crying
Now she's swimming in the pool
And I must keep on skipping
'Til it's time to go to school.'
The neighbors saw her skipping
All along the afternoon,
She skipped a hundred singles
As she sang her little tune:
'Mummy's saying nothing
But she hasn't any clothes,
Uncle Fred is staring
With a chopper through his nose,
Auntie Jane is floating
But her face is turning black
And Daddy's in the garage
With a rope around his neck.'
A little girl was skipping
But there wasn't any sound,
I guess she'll still be skipping
When the sun goes down…
1 April 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Skipping-Rope
SURE never yet was antelope
Could skip so lightly by.
Stand off, or else my skipping-rope
Will hit you in the eye.
How lightly Whirls the skipping-rope !
How fairy-like you fly !
Go, get you gone, you muse and mope -
I hate that silly sigh.
Nay, dearest, teach me how to hope,
Or tell me how to die.
There, take it, take my skipping-rope,
And hang yourself thereby.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Jumping Puddles
On a cool spring evening
saw cocooned young girl
skipping skipping skipping
while her mother’s blood
was dripping dripping dripping.
Not mashed
musky stench
stencil-plating
failure foetus
plastering out psyche
aberrant aborted spleen.
But razored edge
editing adult life.
Themes Of Domestic Violence!
See also ‘Spare The Rod’, ‘After Burn’ and ‘Male Myth Busters’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Skip Away
I was walking, talking today
And a little girl came skipping my way
Reciting some silly nonsense song
Wasn't long before she was gone
' skip a rope '
A good friend in the middle of the night
rang up involved in her plight
On her behalf could I say a few words
Why of course and now they are heard
' skip a rope '
Then when the Sun comes out to play
We all perk up and listen to her say
Then we all smile from deeply inside
And from within the Sunshine can't hide
' skip a rope '
And with sadness you have to go
Across the ocean so far it's so
But when you land you extend your hand
from there to here and back again
' skip a rope '
poem by Midnights Voice
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First Year University Expereinces
I learned why it is not wise to skip class often
I learned that skipping homework in university is not the same as skipping homework in high school
I learned what it feels like to be awake for over 2 days
I learned how to smoke pot from a bong
I learned how to compose an essay the day before it's due
I learned that the Freshman 15 is no joke
I learned how to do laundry
I learned to pretend to be happy
I learned to multitask
I learned to be more sociable
I learned why my parents and teachers warned me about the difficulty of university
I learned that failing is expensive
I learned small things, like freshly washed bed sheets, make me happy
I learned to lie
I learned how expensive alcohol is
I learned what it feels like to be a failure
I type this rant while skipping my business ethics class as I further delay the composition of my psychology term paper
poem by Michelle Cow
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You know, people think you have to be dumb to skip rope for 45 minutes. No, you have to be able to imagine something else. While you're skipping rope, you have to be able to see something else.
quote by John Irving
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Little Brown Boy
little brown boy
blue
skipping on a rope
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jumping Rope
We are jumping rope together
we are jumping rope together
unwinding naughty knots of tether
we are jumping rope together
We are jumping rope together
we are skipping beats together
pouting panting chasing chants
unraveling rigid wraps to sever
We are jumping rope together
we are jumping rope together
jointly jogging jagged breath
suddenly we
sneeze!
poem by Randy Resh
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Children Playing
Children playing in the street
Dirty face and dirty feet
Skipping ropes and singing songs
This will last all summer long
Fresh air as there playing out
Keeps them fit as they run about
Games they play I know so well
As my journey back to my childhood dreams
Remembering the days no money about
All us kids just played out
Ancient games our parents would play
I still remember to this day
Skipping ropes tug of war
And playing tag I adored
Playing out from dawn to dusk
Happy were we school was done
Dinner time what did we care
With so many friends out there
Mum calls us in its getting late
And homely food on a plate
Slept like a log without a doubt
My energy all burnt out
Just what will tomorrow bring
Our gang is talking about building a swing
These pleasant days I remember well
Because many times in my childhood dwell
To see a smile on a Childs face
The world is a happier place
07 09 2010
Chellaston
poem by Jim O'Donnell
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Smile
Daddy says "Come and sit on my knee"
Daddy says "You're the only girl for me"
'Cos Amelia, "You're Daddy's favourite girl"
Amelia, "Daddy loves his little girl"
Daddy comes in the dark of night
Daddy say "Don't be scared, it'll be alright"
Amelia, "Daddy hates to see you cry"
Amelia, "You're the apple of Daddy's eye"
Daddy says "Dry your tears and give me a smile"
Daddy says "If you're good I'll hold you awhile"
'Cos Amelia, "You're daddy's precious girl"
Amelia, "Daddy loves to love his little girl"
"Daddy, tell me Daddy,
Is this really love?"
Daddy says "Don't tell Mama what I do to you"
Daddy says "If you do I'll beat you black and blue"
'Cos Amelia, "You make Daddy feel like a man"
Amelia, "Daddy loves you more than Mummy can"
"Daddy, tell me, Daddy,
How can you call this love?"
Amelia
Damn your Daddy to hell
song performed by by Monkees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ending of Pretensions
Like a brisk wind cool and quick,
To come a leave a resettling of dust...
To reconnect as dust to again settle.
With few remembering where it sat.
Or where it was at before the disturbance occurred.
As this is done,
Some are numb.
To anything or anyone.
And caring less if the Sun,
Is a solid or a ball of gas.
Few even bother to ask.
It's just a piece of heat.
An adult status has arrived!
Surprising some as it comes.
An acceptance fits without it being compromised.
Many bemoan age.
As if it can be skipped!
As if a youthful glow stops it.
And we can decide to hide.
From a process that adopts death.
Others find their happiness,
With an ending of pretensions.
And whistling freely.
Worthy of a skipping around the bush.
Picture it...
A skipping done absent of concern.
'...and 'this' has something to do with,
The brisk of wind?
That is cool and quick to come and leave? '
Well...
That depends on your fortunes.
I hope you are not relying on me,
To provide reason, purpose and clarity?
You should know I do not live in your neighborhood!
Does it appear to you I am trying to locate comprehension?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Sister
I never really new you, as you left when i was two
So sad, I can not even picture you
God had other plans for you
I guess he needed you
Imagine the things we could of done,
Played skipping rope, hand ball and netball to
Being older I would of won of cource
Even though there are four of us still here
The fifth is still very near
Little sister you will always be a part of us
God always takes the best
Heh you didnt have to win that quest
But for now, my little sister
In heaven, an angel sits and waits for me
Lets play these games now
The winner is best out of three
poem by Dianne jennifer Stephens
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Clowns and Buffoons
'Hi daddy.'
Yes, Johnnie?
Hi.
Daddy is busy right now.
I am having a community meeting,
With our wonderful neighbors.
'But daddy...
You said this morning,
You would help me with my homework.'
I know.
And I will.
Give me just a few more minutes.
I'll be right with you, okay?
'Ooookay.
And daddy...?
Is 'this' the meeting you said will be the last one,
With those clowns and buffoons?
Especially with our brain dead neighbors next door.
Those empty headed 'dorks'? '
Johnnie?
What did I tell you about repeating 'everything',
You hear your Uncle Scotty say around here?
'But daddy...
I thought you said Uncle Scotty left last week,
On yet 'another' honeymoon?
I'm sorry.
I thought that was 'you' talking to mommy.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was told I was talented when I applied to Falmouth School of Art and that I should consider skipping the course and proceeding directly to degree level.
Dads, Lads, And Granddads
Lads, Dads, and Granddads Free verse
My grandson,
skipping along, an eight year young kid
Behind his Dad, his hero, his idol,
his bright shining model
Sees him tall, straight, tough and confident
Sees a McMuffin buyer, a baseball coach and a dad
My grandson
sees not…. a loser, a slacker
Mostly absentee father,
lazy and irresponsible
Two days a week of being a dad
Providing little or nothing to ex-wife or son
My grandson,
I see in myself, skipping along
Following behind my dad
Who is tall, straight and confident
Giving me comfort, making me feel strong
My Dad
Taught me fishing and hunting
Not to lie, to attempt all manly things
and try not to fail or fall
he feared absolutely nothing and
could absolutely do it all
My Dad
was brave and made me proud
I skipped along behind him as well,
My bright shining model
Embarrassed by him? Never!
Proud of him always and ever
My Dad,
To others, a different man perhaps, than the man I knew.
likely so….Yes, most probably so
My grandson
in his memories I hope, forever sees
his dad, not as he really was,
but In the same way that I see mine.
Perfect! ….Yes, most probably so.
poem by David Whalen
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Mummy, Mummy Who Invented School?
mummy, mummy,
who invented school?
oh, sweetheart,
what a clever girl you are;
why don’t you tell me first
who you think invented school?
I think, mummy,
school must have been invented
it must be by people
like old grumpy Uncle Grim
next door;
and the grouchy Aunty Scowl
who lives behind our house
oh no, darling,
oh no, not at all:
O darling,
wise men and women
of the past
they invented school
oh, mummy,
they couldn’t
have been wise
not if you went to school
and see what happens in class;
surely those men and women
of the past
couldn’t have been wise
if they created places
where little kids are tested
every three days;
and little John thinks he’s stupid
and little Sue says she’d rather
stay at home and sleep;
and Tua and Helen are always
tense and nervous
and Chandra snores while the teacher talks
oh no -
oh, no darling,
oh no,
it’s not like that at all:
O darling,
they were wise and all-knowing
those
sage men and women
of the past
who invented school
so little children like you and your friends
can go and learn all you need to know
but why mummy,
why a school?
is it because daddy and you
and grandma and grandpa
you know nothing and
you can’t teach me
what I need to know?
oh, no darling,
oh no not at all;
O darling,
you must listen to mummy -
wise men and women
of the past
most certainly
they invented school
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Gold Dust
sights and sounds
pull me back down
another year
i was here
i was here
whipping past
the reflecting pool
me and you
skipping school
and we make it up
as we go along
we make it up we
go along
you said -
you raced from langley -
pulling me underneath
a cherry blossom
canopy
-do i have-
of course i have
song performed by by Tori Amos from Scarlet's Walk
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Everybody's Talkin'
Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stopping staring
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off of the North East wind
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone
song performed by by Neil Diamond
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Kissing My Love
When I'm kissing my love
I can hear a thump thumping in my head
Mmm when I'm kissing my love
I close my eyes and see
A pretty city
With a million flowerbeds
Ah I can hear the angels sing
Songs that only angels sing
He's such a pretty thing
That I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I'm kissing my love
Mmm ah when I'm kissing my love
I feel the blood pumping in my veins
Mmm when I'm kissing my love
He's such a tender sender
With a sweet young frame
Oh he's so good at what he does
All I wanna do is kiss and hug
He's got me in love
And I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I'm kissing my love
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
Ah when I'm kissing my love
I feel the blood pumping in my veins
Oh when I'm kissing my love
He's such a tender sender
With a sweet young frame
Oh now he's so good at what he does
All I wanna do is kiss and hug
He's got me in love
And I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I'm kissing my love
When I'm kissing my love
When he's k
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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The Fieldtrips of Stewardesses
As long as the stars and the moon don't care
We can go out swimming in the sea. As long as nobody
Can see us, we can continue swimming away—
Our backs pressed like butterfly wings beneath the
Zoetrope that is outer space—
There, the wild animals go running in the mobiles of
Gravity—and beauties linger with their bosoms
Indentured to the hopeless smiles of foxes—
Hewn into these aquatic estuaries, as if we were skipping school—
We will remain floating in the sea's memories
For a little while—evaporated busses will pass above us,
Of course—filled with the fieldtrips of stewardesses of
Long ago.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Blake - (before birth) .
By field and by coppice
By tumbleweed and marigold,
Skipping at the butterflies
And chattering at the wood,
It’s a handful of happiness
With chubby knees and tatters all
That scurries on to Christmas
Where the old grey man stood.
With a starfish in his buttonhole
And a penny wish for the wishing well
He romps home with a puppy dog
And a flower by his ear,
While the old grey man, smiling
Says: ‘Mummy waits, in a little while -’
And I have a little whisper:
‘I love you, my dear! ’
23 November 1982
poem by David Lewis Paget
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