Trees shading common,
Children laugh and play in park
-little paradise.
Copyright©2009
Showing posts with label Children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Children. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Walled In And Out
Sitting in his cell,
He no longer sees the walls
-only lonely past.
In children's park,
Vines weave through the chain link fence
-forming leafy walls:
a cocoon for children's dreams
acted out on playing frames.
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One Single Impression: Walls
He no longer sees the walls
-only lonely past.
In children's park,
Vines weave through the chain link fence
-forming leafy walls:
a cocoon for children's dreams
acted out on playing frames.
Copyright©2009
One Single Impression: Walls
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Suffer The Children #2
Child came up to me,
She held out her hand and spoke
-her eyes though, her eyes....
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She held out her hand and spoke
-her eyes though, her eyes....
Copyright©2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Suffer The Children
Child stares out from page,
Sad eyes of the world's starving
-no child left behind?
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Sad eyes of the world's starving
-no child left behind?
Copyright©2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
NaPoWriMo Poem #28
Brandon
By Edward S. Gault
From the time he was five,
Brandon loved shooting guns.
His grandpa gave him his first set of pistols.
They came with caps and a sheriff’s badge.
He used to play shoot out with his friends.
His backyard was the O.K. Coral
He was the Sheriff, he had the badge
The pistols in theirs holsters
His grandpa gave him when he was five.
Later he would learn to hunt in the family’s fields
With a b.b. gun his grandpa had given him.
He shot coke cans off the fence most of the time.
His friends all joined him,
They were all too old for the O.K. Coral.
When he was fifteen- a young man now,
Too old for O.K. Coral, too good for Coke cans
His grandpa gave him his father’s shotgun
He could just about remember
Those dinners when he was five
-the Christmas he got the pistols.
There was honor coming down to him
Through his father’s shotgun.
He remembered those duck dinners,
-and how the grown ups would all talk
about a place called Saigon.
They talked about that a lot.
A little while later the duck dinners stopped.
He remembered the gun when he saw it.
-and his father cleaning it.
He like the sense of power
his Father’s gun gave him.
The power to decide what lived
-what died.
This is what he did
on the weekends and before school;
and the long summers;
Thanksgiving and winterbreaks,
-when he brought home the ducks.
Then he prepared them
The same way he had seen his father do it
As he listened to the guy on the radio talk about
Saigon and the Viet Cong.
He knew his father would be going back.
Brandon attended University in Baltimore
Joined the R.O.T.C.
He married his sweetheart Marcy.
On the way to their honeymoon in North Conway
Marcy turned the dial
To some station playing the Grateful Dead.
She had heard enough about Baghdad.
She didn’t tell him when he went,
that she was going to have a child.
She wanted him to be able to do
what he knew he had to do.
He stored the gun carefully away,
until he came back.
When he did come back,
and the honors were completed,
A gun salute given,
And they presented her with the flag
-all folded in a triangle.
She put it on the mantle.
One day she would show it to their boy, Ricky.
He would never see the gun.
Copyright©2009
By Edward S. Gault
From the time he was five,
Brandon loved shooting guns.
His grandpa gave him his first set of pistols.
They came with caps and a sheriff’s badge.
He used to play shoot out with his friends.
His backyard was the O.K. Coral
He was the Sheriff, he had the badge
The pistols in theirs holsters
His grandpa gave him when he was five.
Later he would learn to hunt in the family’s fields
With a b.b. gun his grandpa had given him.
He shot coke cans off the fence most of the time.
His friends all joined him,
They were all too old for the O.K. Coral.
When he was fifteen- a young man now,
Too old for O.K. Coral, too good for Coke cans
His grandpa gave him his father’s shotgun
He could just about remember
Those dinners when he was five
-the Christmas he got the pistols.
There was honor coming down to him
Through his father’s shotgun.
He remembered those duck dinners,
-and how the grown ups would all talk
about a place called Saigon.
They talked about that a lot.
A little while later the duck dinners stopped.
He remembered the gun when he saw it.
-and his father cleaning it.
He like the sense of power
his Father’s gun gave him.
The power to decide what lived
-what died.
This is what he did
on the weekends and before school;
and the long summers;
Thanksgiving and winterbreaks,
-when he brought home the ducks.
Then he prepared them
The same way he had seen his father do it
As he listened to the guy on the radio talk about
Saigon and the Viet Cong.
He knew his father would be going back.
Brandon attended University in Baltimore
Joined the R.O.T.C.
He married his sweetheart Marcy.
On the way to their honeymoon in North Conway
Marcy turned the dial
To some station playing the Grateful Dead.
She had heard enough about Baghdad.
She didn’t tell him when he went,
that she was going to have a child.
She wanted him to be able to do
what he knew he had to do.
He stored the gun carefully away,
until he came back.
When he did come back,
and the honors were completed,
A gun salute given,
And they presented her with the flag
-all folded in a triangle.
She put it on the mantle.
One day she would show it to their boy, Ricky.
He would never see the gun.
Copyright©2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Life Cycle Of A Snow Flake
Snowflake falls to ground,
Used by children for snowman
-then, black roadside mound.
Copyright 2009
Used by children for snowman
-then, black roadside mound.
Copyright 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
A Week's Freedom
Parents with children
Jaunting around Boston's graves
-school vacation week.
Copyright 2009
Jaunting around Boston's graves
-school vacation week.
Copyright 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Full Cycle
Children cheer snowfall,
Rain creates slush, then freezes
-adults curse slick ice.
Copyright 2008
Rain creates slush, then freezes
-adults curse slick ice.
Copyright 2008
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Now What Was That Title Again?
I saw her before,
She said she was... my daughter?
-then hugged me, crying.
Told my children tales
Of my years coming of age
-almost believe now.
Looking in yearbooks,
A long line of photographs
-where are they all now?
He jumped up on me,
Looking up with those brown eyes
-single memory.
At night you come back,
And we live those times again
-the way we should have.
Copyright 2009
One Single Impression: Fading Memories
She said she was... my daughter?
-then hugged me, crying.
Told my children tales
Of my years coming of age
-almost believe now.
Looking in yearbooks,
A long line of photographs
-where are they all now?
He jumped up on me,
Looking up with those brown eyes
-single memory.
At night you come back,
And we live those times again
-the way we should have.
Copyright 2009
One Single Impression: Fading Memories
Monday, December 22, 2008
Christmas Eve Thoughts
Little elves working,
Thinking of children playing
-do they have homes though?
Copyright 2008
Thinking of children playing
-do they have homes though?
Copyright 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Afterschool Adventures
Building block castles,
Reading jungle books and paint,
-children's library.
Copyright 2008
Reading jungle books and paint,
-children's library.
Copyright 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Children R.I.P.
For the victims of Child Abuse
She fell down the stairs
Newspapers said at the the time
-but so many times?
I passed a small grave
The earth still moist from digging
-he has now found Peace.
Copyright 2008
She fell down the stairsNewspapers said at the the time
-but so many times?
I passed a small graveThe earth still moist from digging
-he has now found Peace.
Copyright 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
A Vacation Already!
Children wander town,
Exploring mischief and fun
-school vacation week.
Copyright 2008
Friday, December 7, 2007
Ah, To Be Young Again At This Time Of Year
Here's a haiku in memory of what it was like.
Children play in snow
Running around the playground
In Geometry
Copyright 2007
Children play in snow
Running around the playground
In Geometry
Copyright 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
A Haiku To End The The War In Iraq
Tyrants talk
As troops march across a border
Children cry many tears
Copyright 2007
As troops march across a border
Children cry many tears
Copyright 2007
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