Best Childishness Poems
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
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There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
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Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,
A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,
Whose mean beginning, blushing can't reveal,
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My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes
And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise,
Having my law the seventh time disobey'd,
I struck him, and dismiss'd
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À Maxime du Camp
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For the child, in love with globe, and stamps,
the universe equals his vast appetite.
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Saturday evening, the week's hired film, click-click, click-click
while we chewed fruit gums and shouted FOCUS!
from time to time when the reel changed;
and after The White Hell of Pitz Palu
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'Fairy!' the Spirit said,
And on the Queen of Spells
Fixed her ethereal eyes,
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When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--
'Tis said (for I 'll not answer above ground
For any sage's creed or calculation)--
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'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find
What we are looking for in anyone;
They glitter, maybe, but are not the sun,
This pebble here, that bit of apple rind.
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I am saddened, in fact dismayed
For the attention that I have paid
To fellow poets who fail to perceive
That they should enlighten and not deceive.
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'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find
What we are looking for in anyone;
They glitter, maybe, but are not the sun,
This pebble here, that bit of apple rind.
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'Tis morning over Norridgewock, -
On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.
Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirred
At intervals by breeze and bird,
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The active, graceful, smiling, sweet-tongued youth happened once to be in the circle of our assembly. His heart had been entered by no kind of grief and his lips were scarcely ever closed from laughter. After some time had elapsed, I accidentally met him again and I learned that he had married a wife and begotten children but I saw that the root of merriment had been cut and the roses of his countenance were withered. I asked him how he felt and what his circumstances were. He replied: ‘When I had obtained children I left off childishness.’
Where is youth when age has changed my ringlets?
And the change of time is a sufficient monitor.
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Letter of love so strangely thrilling
With all your countless wonder yet,
Though Time our heart's hot fires have mastered,
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A CHILD
Model of thy parent dear,
Serious infant worth a fear:
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The year has passed
The New Year has arrived
All the pains sadness and angriness has become past
All the happiness, sweetness and love has arrived
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When we bend forward
When we kneel
To praise our God
Let's become truly humble
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Early Morn Has shattered my peace.
In a mixed up self-renewing world called mine.
People awaken, to bark aloud their routine lives.
With virtuous and continuous compromise.
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I let myself in at the kitchen door.
'It's you,' she said. 'I can't get up. Forgive me
Not answering your knock. I can no more
Let people in than I can keep them out.
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I have to digest this while's it's hot
other wise I may just find it rejected,
like I am rejected, by myself and by all who are actually
more-or-less, moral-less in my generation.
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If you fight and oppose you will be fought down,
Your life will be misery, it is well known.
Everything will be a constant disappointment,
Until you find wisdom and learn who is your opponent.
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There are times when minds,
Are kept purposely unconscious...
Or enforced to remain consciously limited,
In many urban environments...
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the world's a stage
for the men and women
exits and entrances
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This is the sort of book we like
(For you and I are very small),
With pictures stuck in anyhow,
And hardly any words at all.
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She walks in beauty innocent.
Too young as yet to understand
beauty can create discontent.
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Draped in shining red
Her eyes shine like stars
Shedding spokes of light
Of varied expectations
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The Reason FOR my smiling is U....
The Reason FOR my childishness is U...
The Reason FOR my foolishness is U...
The Reason FOR my forgiveness is U...
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How distant you reside
from the confines of mine
I harbor no concern.
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Interpretations of what has not been expressed,
But publicly addressed as a making of a threat...
And discovererd to be nothing more,
Than a friendly exchange one hides to ignore.
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Very few still left that are there,
Who care and dare to admit it...
Had hopes to prevent,
A successful undoing...
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You may dislike me for your own reasons,
Unknown to me as you continue to do it.
But don't feel alone.
Eventually I will find some dislikes of my own,
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Looking at them,
Anyone would perceive them to be...
Adults.
But listening to their conversations...
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You have made the natural act of expressing it,
An impossibility.
And to address the effectiveness with sincerity,
Has left it pointless to confess.
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Why are you whining,
About what's going on.
When the tone of it,
You Sat to watch condoned.
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How can all that is happening,
Be allowed to happen.
With such effectiveness.
Permitting such,
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On both sides.
Many have begun to see.
How selfishness and obtain greed,
Can come to stop immediately.
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No one wins.
When the battle is within them.
No one wins.
When there's an opposition fought,
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Many may remember the process.
To begin a starting of it with others.
But somehow a few did not finish to complete,
A doing to bloom with encouraged nourishment...
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I am not going to defend ignorance,
Of any kind.
At any time...
To have it believed,
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Observe it to know.
Those who do not live life to grow.
Slow that process for themselves.
With it to others to let it show.
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Petty livers.
Will always find defenders,
Coming to protect their childishness.
When eventually it is obvious.
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Spoiled children encouraged,
To sit and witness their siblings...
Restricted from doing things,
They believe can be manipulated eventually...
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Impetuous are such impulses.
Thoughtlessly taken at neck breaking speed.
Is not only irresponsible.
But also a mindless condoning activity.
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Maturity to discover,
Has a way to abandon childishness.
Once one who starts arguments to want them,
Realize this is not what adults do.
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Forget about donkeys and elephants.
And these tumultuous,
What they have become to represent.
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How and why,
Can anyone feel justified...
For decisions they had made.
But today,
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It is more lamenting,
To witness.
A persistent tolerating,
Of a childisness.
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Difficult it is to be adult and face life,
In environments in which the doing of it...
Becomes perceived as an opposition,
Against those fantasized with fed and kept...
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Too many fools have allowed,
Ignorance to tolerate and make appearances.
To then welcome the entrance of it,
Inside their homes with a freedom to roam.
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No one rages without a cause.
Or decides at the height of boredom,
To seek revenge unless introduced...
To a repetition of deception,
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It is a great and humbling feeling to heal,
From the affects of emotional and physical hardships...
Kept concealed without the carrying of burdens,
For others to see to be revealed.
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The expense of negligence,
Has been tremendous for decades.
And the fostering of divisions,
Senselessly implemented...
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Why do the same people,
Playing the same unchanged games...
Can not accept those who refuse to play them,
Have left immaturity and those still there...
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Games to play.
With more time to waste,
Advances a thoughtlessness.
And this activity,
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Outdated yet ageless,
Is the use of elementary tricks.
By those who insist,
Their intentions had been innocent.
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Take away what everyday is taken for granted,
To prickle the comfort of anyone...
And guess what happens?
A cherished gratefulness automatically begins.
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Before wasting precious time,
Trying to find something...
Wrong someone else has done.
Look first within yourself.
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I had to be here to express relief!
Don't stop me...
Please.
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By this time in their aging lives,
Producing revisited foolishness.
Many who relied upon the use of alibis,
And excuses to make to replace...
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Suffering from immaturity?
How about a disbelief,
That when time comes to go...
Many accept the facts of life,
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With God we would be reconciled
We’d dwell The Promised Land
But lest we come as would a child
We fail to understand
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With God we would be reconciled
We’d dwell The Promised Land
But lest we come as would a child
We fail to understand
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Time is mocking me - as it always does, smirks at the
ideals I treasure by myself, laughs at my naiveté; but
this is where I choose my kind of victory, & yes, I can
be taken for a ride, but NO, it doesn’t make me feel
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Bought flowers, yellow petals flaming orange,
toys & flowers set my mind afire, had to remove
two dolls and a fairy from crowded work space,
but these orange petals stand for desire
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Pen Poetry - Too much to Swallow?
Press progress, profess
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Each word's world spells cage,
with all its peoples temporary strayers:
their exits sure, with slight trust in re-entrances,
each pouts, reels out doubt life by fits and starts:
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Each word's world spells cage,
with all its peoples temporary strayers:
their exits sure, with slight trust in re-entrances,
each pouts, reels out doubt life by fits and starts:
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He was young and handsome in degrees,
He cried at length, persevered with childishness;
These ladders struck me dimmer than dusk,
Without him I stood and restored my youth,
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Read my book at work: “The Ordinary Princess”
by M.M. Kaye – the best combination of fairy tales
“The Ugly Duckling” and “Cinderella”- that’s
ever been – or ever will be
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Childhood falls
Suffocated by lies
Promises of tomorrow
Trade the dreams of today
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eyes of ocean
analytical touch on different kinds of water dissolving into its belly
differentiating
pollututed materials
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He laughs…
Watching them play, mixing up
Different hues dancing in His palette
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Youth
Ah Youth and Childishness
One of my traits
Almost sixty-four and yet
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When the child in me returns
My age matters not
Though tired and worn, at the new moon
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Peach blossoms, a slanting sun and the flying red rain
Reed pipe and willow smoke provoke the old grief
In the depth of the poetry, childishness is wonderfully
On the pen point, experienced air blows transversely
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★ Had a Rest in Litchi Orchard（Two Pairs of Couplets）
☆ Quatrain & Translation by Luo Zhihai (1954-, China)
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Scratch Head and Glance Back
(Two Pairs of Couplets●Quatrain)
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Like the night is washed away
By the morning drift of wind
You did not take notice of my
Childishness when showing my love
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It is night with glaring sunshine. I stand in the woods and look towards my house with its misty blue walls. As though I were recently dead and saw the house from a new angle.
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Continuous love with our life,
live on with our love
there will often be a struggle
on earth and never above
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Ex is X
X, for long, has been, is, a letter
To replace unknown, or dangerous.
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Life mocks midgets
Bringing forth their mediocrity
Straffing their jocund jets
Denying them the celerity of celebrity.
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Patience has gone a-flying
Fed up with the childishness
Small minds have been plying
Insulting, inserting, circumventing in their foolishness.
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Boys banter and toys canter betray
The maturity and sagacity men ought to show
In conformance with their adult status without further delay
Otherwise men won't mentally and socially grow
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Soaring above, playing on a playground of joy and happiness,
nothing to mar feelings of childishness that have erupted
from within a being.
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Shakespeare’s Jacques traced the seven ages of man
From “muling and puking” infancy to “second childishness
And mere oblivion, sans teeth… sans everything”.
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When you love a person, you love them without conditions,
you leave your childishness at the door - you love them.
You learn to give of yourself and you learn you are not alone,
but it's hard to love - when your love is not your own.
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Thou, my still sea,
Majesty of a tree!
Patience for eternity,
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*At your very first sight if she liked you and you liked her and you think its love..........
Then you may be WRONG
Because at first sight even we like antique things but they are used only to show off.....
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He wants to hop, she wants to skip
And together, they want to jump.
One and all, out of a staid function;
Hunched and stiff and plump.
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i.m. Fernande Zang
From this day on no sky a granny's rag a ghost
A cotton phantom you could say a faded holey cloud
Could call it crying in the great big handkerchief it makes
God can't see through it we all know he didn't never exist
There are daisies and emptiness in this scrap of cloth
One day it graced gran's shoulder when she was young
The next it's part of the time before the dreadful time
I can see brothers' heads in the bushes with thorns and bindweed
And further on I see the horse's ears sticking up
The little sister sulking somewhere in the three-leafed clover or under the big shed's growly corrugated roof
And where have I left my head
Not in the kitchen with the scratchy very green-backed sponge
The saucepan-handles like the ears of horses careful how you touch
The father christmas letter in the cookbook recipe a day
The note from father flog we finally made mincemeat of
Rags and napkins slipping like a knot
My headpiece gone as an under-the-table duck
While in this childishness you find it all by heart
So why not under the drop-leaf table while it takes its leaves
The ducks were true or false
And never an unwanted head
Even in the lav with the newspapers crickets bobbing turds
Hardly ever a severed head
And I won't lose my hand in this cloth
This drying-up nappy-it's-not
Though it'd be fine in a song
A little household song of fast-dissolving bliss
For a nappy to flap in
Tea-towel nicked from the cupboard for memory's sake and not
An oblong of fabric you use to wipe the crocks
Or a Belgian mop a sloppily written text
And if it burns there's water in the gas
A cloth like a guitar
A wonderwipe, a star
Of water-lily tiny impromptu table laid by chance
(Luck rhymes with the radiance
Of moonshine and the violin's not envious)
This may not be exactly what we mean
By poem but I was wondering why I'd whisked this cloth away
From grandma's wardrobe yesterday when she died
The pattern isn't daisies but two ducks
Two big fat ducks twelve oranges
And let them roll away the oranges and let the heavy ducks
Rise up for ever to a paradise that's lost
Among the pelicans the cranes the Père Ubus
And everything mislaid with my loose screws
We are the skyless we soak up
Let them rise to their oranges ducks the thing that counts
These days I understand a tiny nothing bit of something
I've secreted this
To find my words
I know my gran forgives me my sense of fun
With some serious stuff thrown in
She's glad for us gran to laugh at her for having put
Both of her husbands in the selfsame vault the same infinity
Grave is a tomb across the Channel differently pronounced
I've found my head again all in one piece it's in the hanky
Giant's hanky tea-towel of time past
And it's turning surely.
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A question often comes in my mind;
Why being childish is not fine?
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'm sorry.
The words said were not only about feelings that conveyed surface-level emotions, but I realized those words were much deeper in feelings and conveyed something more than that.
But how would I have understood about it then?
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Dogs are cute little bunnies
They are so funny.
Doggies be the best buddie
Whether a White or a Blackie.
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