11/04/2025 💗POETRY OF THE YOUNG💗   Leave a comment

In recent months the political world seems to have taken over virtually all discussions. While those discussions are of supreme importance, a constant drumbeat of gloom, doom, and lying takes its toll on a person. Todays post is my attempt to lighten the mood a little. Here are the thoughts and hopes of a much younger generation ( that hasn’t been scarred by an overload of political thinking.

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By Jane Brown, United States

I like to feel my father’s whiskers,

They feel so very funny when I try to kiss him,

But when he shaves it does not tickle,

But still I wonder what my mother does.

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By Beverley Dinsdale, New Zealand

Dark fills the sky with his big black cloak,

You never hear him him come.

One by one the stars peep through,

Out comes the moon like a big yellow egg.

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By Susan Heitler, United States

The candle screamed with fury,

Hot tears trickled down her face.

With figure slumped,

She lowly dwindled into shadows

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By Annabel Laurance, Uganda

I have a little brain

Tucked safely in my head

And another little brain

Which is in the air instead

That follow me, and plays with me

And talks to me in bed

The other one confuses me,

The one that’s in my head.

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SPECIAL THANKS TO RICHARD LEWIS


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