Daisies Bloom In Autumn's Wood
In my image I perceive
The young child of mystery
As the wind combs gentle my long hair
To innocence flows a care-free air
And time's changes clearly show
As the shadows cast their eerie glow
For rainbows are wrought by His hands
The Sandman's kiss has left it's sand
Wrinkles of cause as years will pass
The sand still sifts in the hourglass
For with joy I find reborn, a spring
And in my summer I smile and sing
For daisies bloom in Autumn's wood
My life is blessed with motherhood
As children run and climb their way
Innocence shines that gentle ray
I see myself in you again
The fairy-tales of youth refrain
Please spare the wrinkles and the mist
Again, I believe in the Sandman's kiss.
poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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Hourglass Sand
Through the hourglass
watching
grains of sand falling.
I see time slipping by.
To myself I wonder.
Do we pass with such ease
through the hourglass of life?
Like tiny grains of sand cascading?
When that sand has gone.
Does that mean time has stopped
until I turn the glass over?
And the sand again begins to fall.
Through our hourglass
as we pass like grains of sand.
How many frowns can we turn to smiles?
How much good can we make from bad?
When our sand has run out.
Has our time stopped as well?
Who will turn over our hourglass?
Restart our time renew our opportunities?
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Wrinkles and Grey Hair (Children)
Mommy's getting wrinkles.
Daddy has grey hair.
It wasn't very long ago
when those things weren't there.
Wish I could smooth the wrinkles out
and darken Daddy's hair
to stop the changes going on.
It makes me feel so scared.
Grampa, does it mean they'll die?
They have wrinkles and grey hair!
I never used to worry
before those things were there.
Grampa said to look at him.
There were lots of wrinkles there,
and on his head, a snowstorm
was the color of his hair.
'Wrinkles only come to point
where smiles were, here and there.
It's your mommy's turn to get some
for the happy times you've shared.'
His white, and Daddy's grey hair
well, it was there to show
who had lived the longest time
so everyone could know!
Grampa said it's part of life.
We love, we learn, we live.
We earn grey hair and wrinkles,
they're prizes only God can give.
When Children Lose Their Innocence
The innocence of childhood it is a marvellous thing
And all children are untainted in their life's early Spring
But by the time they've reached their teens their innocence they've lost
And the experience that we gain from age always comes at a cost.
When children lose their innocence they lose their gift of joy
The joy that comes from innocence in every young girl and boy
Compared to us young children see life quite differently
Of the guilt of corruption they are completely free.
I have such happy memories of when I was a boy
My childhood years were happy years but time just seemed to fly
And the experience that I've gained from life it came at a great cost
For I lost something beautiful when innocence I lost.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Kiss Thee Oh Angel
You stand there in but the moonlight,
your eyes shimmering in the night.
The curves of your lips,
so captivating, so enriched.
Your hair a fiery amber,
just flowing through the wind.
Kiss thee oh angel,
grant thee thy wish.
Kiss thee oh angel,
let me charrish your lips.
Kiss thee oh angel,
just one kiss i wish.
Your heavenly smile,
so gentle, so calm.
Your gentle heart,
pounding a melody in my ear.
Your hands of silk,
to brush to my cheek.
Kiss thee oh angel,
grant thee thy wish.
Kiss thee oh angel,
let me charrish your lips.
Kiss thee oh angel,
just one kiss i wish.
Let me hold you oh angel,
and show you my world.
Let me breathe you oh angel,
and show you love.
Let me dance with you oh angel,
and show you true magic.
Let me kiss you oh angel,
and prosper in joy.
poem by Darlene Belcher
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A Silk Rose
She made me a silk rose
for my summertime;
thornless
and I
in youth's haze
mistook it as gesture only
and fed it to my ego.
She leaned to kiss me in Summer Light
a gift she'd never offered to anyone before;
I took in her breath blithfully
she exhaled
merely smiling
her wise smile
older than her years;
twilight shadows playing upon her face
as I oar'ed the boat
behind her house
she drinking in my rough vitality
and I
realizing that Beauty had given Beast his first kiss.
I reach for her
sensing
her undeployed innocence
caressing it in my mind
seating it in my body
drinking it
as she sat across from me
smiling her gentle gaze
we both
then
ceasing to need
to row that boat
paused;
gentled by the river currents
oars now floating away
we both
bewitched in the gloaming
breeze blowing
in her hair
the sinews of my heart parting
releasing those tiny realizations
of gifted moments
we most times
understand as human gifts
only in later years.
Years pass and the river is before me now
I conjure that moment past
and your silk rose
and if it is not too late
offer you
these
words
in my memory's caress
and a single
rose-lensed
kiss.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sandman
When the sandman comes tonight
I will keep my eyes shut tight.
For I don't like that gritty feel,
the sandiness that does conceal
what visions lay behind my eyes,
the dreams I have of starry skies,
the dreams I have that leave too soon,
the dreams of being on the moon.
The sandman visits all who sleep.
Into your bedroom he will creep.
He'll sprinkle sand into your eyes
and in the morn you'll realize
that daytime's here. It's time to face
all those in the human race,
going through the day at hand
just waiting for the man with sand.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Canine Youth
When I was young,
I was followed everywhere I would go,
Blamed for advanced thinking,
Rebellion with snow,
Our jeans,
Were washed in the rain,
As dry as our innocence at 16,
Our hearts remained free and untrained,
Judgment remained askew,
We learned to touch lips,
As softly as Queen Anne’s lace blew,
In the wind,
Of course not as beautiful,
I came home,
Some purple skied nights,
On my own,
Simply to be held by my mom,
Come morning,
I would find,
Sharpie theories about the mind,
Drawn on all over my body,
Even though juvenile now,
I never felt more like a child,
Then when I was held in your arms,
A smile,
A kiss,
Three long lists,
Your canine tooth,
Made the decision,
My youth,
Banished me to consequence,
Summer nights,
Stripped me of my innocence,
The line of justice,
Is now blurred,
You’re feelings for me,
Have all been inferred,
poem by Abby Kimball
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An Image Springs to Mind
An image springs to mind:
A child, with childish innocence
upon the shores of life, inclined
to play, without pretence
or mask. Or, if a mask there be,
it still retains a quality
allowing all with empathy to penetrate behind.
An image springs to mind:
So freely see the child dispense
the sifting sand, so unrefined,
with slight apparent sense.
It takes some perspicacity
to see each grain is memory -
dispersed or treasured as may be - quicksilverly defined.
An image springs to mind:
The shifting sands are implements
used differently by different blind
for good or ill intents immense.
Some knowledge is acquired for free,
transmitted some, instinctively,
the balance, finely tuned as we progress or slip behind.
An image springs to mind:
The grain in youth packed tight and dense
Age often loosens, cannot bind, -
how great the difference!
If we could meet mortality
with every thought recorded, we
could help those after us to see the answers we can’t find.
An image springs to mind:
These answers must, in self defence,
be hid from those who’d grind Mankind,
enslaving innocence.
Both Time and Knowledge thus should be
weaved secret in Life’s mystery
from here until eternity - or so it seems designed...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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End Of Innocence
Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky
Didn't have a care in the world
With mommy and daddy standin' by
But "happily ever after" fails
And we've been posisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers dwell on small details
Since daddy had to fly
But I know a place where we can go
That's still untouched by men
We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass waves in the wind
You can lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
O' beautiful, for spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors often fail
And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers clean up all details
Since daddy had to lie
But I know a place where we can go
And wash away this sin
We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass waves in the wind
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair spill all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
Who knows how long this will last
Now we've come so far, so fast
But, somewhere back there in the dust
That same small town in each of us
I need to remember this
So baby give me just one kiss
And let me take a long last look
Before we say goodbye
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
song performed by by Don Henley
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My Mirrors Past
I look into the mirror
and stare at this face.
Life has gotten dearer.
Time has left its trace.
What happened to the innocence?
Where is that youthful glow?
This isn't the mirror I saw myself in
So many years ago.
Innocence became reality.
Youth gave way to mature
Now I wish I had the mirror
I looked into before.
Mirrors show an image
We may not want to see.
The way we are today.
How we used to be.
Remember while you're looking.
The reflection doesn't last.
Just think of how it was
When you looked In Mirrors Past.
poem by Ashleigh Gaffney
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In Mirrors Past
I look into the mirror
and stare at this face.
Life has gotten dearer.
Time has left its trace. What happened to the innocence?
Where is that youthful glow?
This isn't the mirror I saw myself in
so many years ago. Innocence became reality.
Youth gave way to mature
Now I wish I had the mirror
I looked into before. Mirrors show an image
We may not want to see.
The way we are today.
How we used to be. Remember while you're looking.
The reflection doesn't last.
Just think of how it was
When you looked In Mirrors Past.
poem by Wendy Marie Georgi
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The End Of The Innocence
Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky
Didnt have a care in the world
With mommy and daddy standing by
When happily ever after fails
And weve been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers dwell on small details
Since daddy had to fly
But I know a place where we can go
Thats still untouched by man
Well sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass wave in the wind
You can lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
O beautiful, for spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
Theyre beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors often fail
And weve been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers clean up all details
Since daddy had to lie
But I know a place where we can go
And was away this sin
Well sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass wave in the wind
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair spill all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
Who knows how long this will last
Now weve come so far, so fast
But, somewhere back there in the dust
That same small town in each of us
I need to remember this
So baby give me just one kiss
And let me take a long last look
Before we say good bye
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
song performed by by Don Henley
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Mr. Sandman
(Pat Ballard)
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream,
Mister Sandman, bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a come hither gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace.
Mister Sandman, someone to hold
Would be so peachy before we're too old
Sp please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring us
Please, please, please
Mister Sandman, bring us a dream...
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Mister Sandman
Mister sandman
(pat ballard)
Mister sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that Ive ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, Im so alone
Dont have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister sandman, bring me a dream
Mister sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that Ive ever seen
Give him the word that Im not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, Im so alone
Dont have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister sandman, bring me a dream
Mister sandman, bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a come hither gleam
Give him a lonely heart like pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like liberace
Mister sandman, someone to hold
Would be so peachy before were too old
Sp please turn on your magic beam
Mister sandman, bring us
Please, please, please
Mister sandman, bring us a dream (pat ballard)
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Remember Me, The Child! Michael Jackson: In His Own Words!
Remember me, the child!
Look past the man, deep into the innocence of my eyes
A towering giant of a man before I was grown
Still, searching for the childhood I have never known
Have you seen my childhood, the innocence of my age?
Remember me, the child! A life devoid of its shade!
Remember me, the child!
The child, forced to grow up long before his time
The evil had landed; life, I was outdone
Haunted by the image of the man I have become
A life less wanted, with an ever mounting cost
Remember me, the child! I tried to beat it, but lost
Remember me, the child!
Follow on this journey into the mystery of my life
Dark shadows and buried secrets, controversies reigned
Unable to grow up, mines was more of torture, and pains
Enslaved by the demands of a vindictive ideal
Remember me, the child! The horrors of my ordeal!
Remember me, the child!
A thriller of epic melodies, I sang the songs of life
I danced my way into hearts with a musical rage
Transcended every border, the world was my stage
I bridged the racial, cultural divide, my talent defined me
Remember me, the child! The music, my legacy!
Remember me, the child!
Look past the image, into the innocence of my eyes
Walk with me in an adventure down memory lane
See what it costs to wear the honor of my name
I may be bad, with an attitude, still, I am who I am
Remember me, the child! The legacy, the man!
Remember me, the child!
Like a burnt of flame, there is no more light
The journey has ended, it took flight with wings
In the twinkling of an eye, gone with the wind
The blossom is no longer a flowering bloom
Remember me, the child! Sadly, gone too soon!
The Great Gift Of Youth
The great gift of youth is a thing to enjoy
And the crimes of the man are not the crimes of the boy
That all children are innocent to all children apply
And why we lose our innocence don't ask me why?
That time changes us as people does seem sad to say
We lose our youthful innocence as we grow old and gray
And some even become more hardened with the passing of time
Lose respect for self and others and turn to crime.
Any crime against children cannot be seen as small
And the abuse of a child one of the greatest crimes of all
Any crime against a child a hard crime to forgive
Those who commit such crimes with their sins have to live.
It's praises the singers and Songwriters sing
For the great gift of youth is a marvellous thing
And sad to say some children at a young age have innocence stole
From them by damaged adults who lack in self control.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Are our brains wrinkled?
Wrinkles are the measurement,
to show the life's management,
some are very near and deep,
and the rest long and steep.
Wrinkles are the asset,
that get through the experience,
not all those experienced,
never have such twinkles.
The wrinkles which can not be seen,
hidden inside the hard shell,
More the wrinkles formation,
More the knowledge dwell.
Let us see who has more fold.
Einstein or a research assistant,
people with more folds may not know it,
people with lesser folds strive to get it.
Do not let anyone,
to iron out the wrinkles,
with their disillusioned vision.
Let us acquire more in our brains.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Memories Of Lost Youth
When I was a young boy many decades ago
I thought babies like flowers in the gardens did grow
That's what I was told and what I did believe
Children have their innocence and are not hard to deceive.
I yearn for the innocence that I had then
Something that I lost in the World of men
Lost innocence we cannot hope to regain
Though fond memories of childhood we always retain.
When I was a young boy with joy I recall
The great tits young in the dark cavity in the stone wall
I did hear them chirp though them I could not see
The mysteries of Nature a wonder to me.
The winter was cold with frost wind rain and snow
And the river bank high in the old fields did flow
But Spring brought her birdsong her wildflowers and green
And Nature's great beauty for all to be seen.
My innocence died like the flowers of the Spring
But memories of lost youth a beautiful thing
The passing of time has left me looking gray
And a different World I live in today.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Gentle Sigh
There is a gentle sigh
as a warm summer evening calls
and lovers slip away
to their hideaways.
The stars twinkle bright
playing peek-a-boo with the moon
and not a stirring word is heard,
except the gentle sigh
that inherits the breeze
that faintly rustles the leaves
on a warm summer evening
just before darkness calls.
The world sings a hushaby melody
to children tucked in their bed
waiting for the sandman to call
and for a few minutes,
everything is still
listening to the gentle sigh
when warm summer evenings call.
poem by David Harris
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A Gentle Breeze Knocks the Grass
A gentle breeze knocks the grass
Off its partnered to the sand.
A stranger walks to the shore
From the land of forgotten memories.
Tell me more, oh, Tell me more.
You won’t, I won’t.
It goes unsaid.
Memories of a time when innocence was common
When the faint of heart were not forsaken
When difference was trivial.
The glassiness of his eyes give away his nonchalant
Waves crash down, he steps with the most kindness
To natural beauty.
A women, with innocence in her hair and eyes.
He touches her, she doesn’t contest him. She likes it.
When will the day be finished.
When will I know the end.
When men can rest and children can play.
Never will it come again, until the day when men
Share love.
poem by Christian Allen
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