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ice
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since 2003-05-17

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0 posted 2012-01-10 08:25 AM

The picture was the prompt for a poetry challenge.

All that they absorb is real,
Being wizards
They practice miraculous;
Green, and brown are mesmerized
Perhaps, by colored-bright cartoons;
Blue only stares at the camera,
None know that lens and tube
Are unnatural.

Green eyes, brown eyes-blue
Think

What lies ahead doesn't matter-
Life is only this moment.
Though young minds tend to wander
When sights, and sounds
Stimulate their sense of wonder,

Or until all are weaned from the teat
Of mother fantasy,
To suck on the nothing
That sustains pop culture,
And their imagination dies
From lack of sustenance.

Green eyes, brown eyes-blue
Speak in unison...

"Enough of this, inside-stuff,
Lets go float pirate-boats
In puddles, and with our stick-lances
Fight terrible battles-
Tilt at windmills
Act our age
Act strange...
Act quixotic."

© 2011 ice

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

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1 posted 2012-01-10 08:51 AM

quote:
Being wizards
They practice miraculous;

And you caught this precious moment beautifully, dear Ford.

There is certainly a hint to boredom, they all sustain their heads (

, and you understood that too making them long for some action game!

I do admire your ability to be so deeply inspired by a picture.

Excellent work!

Margherita

JerryPat2
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2 posted 2012-01-10 09:07 AM

Ah, you have the green eyes, brown eyes-blue persona down to a T, Ice.

These two lines, "Or until all are weaned from the teat / Of mother fantasy," is profound and has a lot to say about how certain children turn out down the road. I speak from experience.

Good stuff.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

bel1e
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3 posted 2012-01-10 10:00 AM

...sigh...how I loved my pirate ship...

Great poem, ice-man~*~

Klassy Lassy
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since 2005-06-28

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4 posted 2012-01-10 03:20 PM

Such fascination abounds. How can one not smile at the clarity of youthful vision and the beauty of innoncence alight?

JL
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5 posted 2012-01-10 03:30 PM

Haahaaaa, I think I can recognize that moment frozen in time. If you were to ask, "A penny for your thoughts" I'm sure they would look at you like you were nuts and answer with that nominal quizzical, "What?"

Great write, and snap-shot in time, my friend.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Sunshine

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6 posted 2012-01-10 05:01 PM

Ah, carpe diem children...
and never forget to dream!

Wonderful prompt, Ford!

Nicole
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since 1999-06-23

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7 posted 2012-01-11 06:48 AM

I cannot compete with these replies, Ford. I loved this, and could have (many years ago) been looking at my three children in that picture. Two of them are (think they are) much too old for sailboats.

We're never too old for sailboats.

ice
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since 2003-05-17

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Pennsylvania

8 posted 2012-01-11 10:10 AM

Margerita
Yes, they are practicing wizards..
That still believe that all things are miraculous.
And yes "an action game" but not the electronic kind.
Thank you for reading.
*
Jerry
Lucky for me, I have not been weaned from that teat yet,
and don't plan on doing so...as I am afraid of the "nothing"
Thanks for reading.
*
bel1e
"how I loved my pirate ship", I think you still do, mon amie
I can see you still set sail in it when I read your poems.
Thank you for reading.
*
Klassy
One must smile, and sometimes only through useful vision,
is that smile genuine.
Fascination is always abundent, though you might have to sort it out from what is popular.
Thank you
*
JL
LOL, yes, they would say "what!"
Thanks for reading
*
Sunny
"carpe diem children"...yes, yes..they seize the day, even the horrid ones (days)..
Thank you for reading.
*
Nicole
You do not have to compete with any other replies,
just as I do not compete with other poets..even in challenges
and contests..my poetry is just that..my poetry
We are never too old for pirate boat thinking,
although we sometimes look silly when we step aboard.
That is the beauty of getting older..I now make a fool out of myself sometimes,
but the difference now is...I don't give a damn.
Besides, by reading your poetry, I see that you can act "quixotic" when you feel like it....:-)

suthern

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9 posted 2012-01-16 12:29 PM

And their imagination dies
From lack of sustenance.

Or they become poets, their minds taking them to other places while the mundane becomes only a drone barely heard. *S* I think I was that girl... watching the clock, counting the minutes... and letting the words play until my body was released to tilt at windmills. *S*

ice
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10 posted 2012-01-16 06:02 AM

Suthern, dear sensitive poet
And I was the kid looking into the camera, constrained by the begining
rumbles of pop culture that were starting to grip those around me.

I am that kid poet, staring out the camera lens of windows,
at Starlings on the lawn, wondering which one would rise first when startled.

And you "watching the clock, counting minutes", all the while the blades of the windmill,
were churning phrases and stanzas..and you were preparing to tilt at windmills with their song.

Thank you for this wonderful reply.

EmmaRose
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since 2011-03-02

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11 posted 2012-01-16 09:54 AM

The eyes are ageless never showing a wrinkle
like the rest of the body
May your always sparkle

Dark Stranger
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12 posted 2012-01-16 12:23 PM

men with children eyes are the ones that build/built the sailboats...children with men eyes imagined them.

muy coolo dude

OwlSA
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since 2005-11-07

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Durban, South Africa

13 posted 2012-01-16 12:56 PM

I love this, Ford.  I also love the responses, especially Dark’s beautiful, clever and philosophical reply.

You caught a moment to last forever in that superb photo.  I was going to say I especially love the last stanza, but the reality is that I especially love the whole poem, but especially especially love the first stanza and especially, especially, especially love the last stanza  – the real kind of playing, that I knew too, as a child (and much later too, blush, blush).

The poem, though different, reminds me of Robert Louis Stevenson’s “Child’s Garden of Verses” that I won at the age of 5 (for original ballet under the age of 8).  Amongst many other poetry books, I grew up loving it and still have it now, 61 years later, and it is from it that treasured book that I quote one of the 4 related poems (“A Good Play”, “My Bed is a Boat”, “My Ship and I” and “Where Go the Boats?”) about sailboats and a sail-ship (I curbed my over-enthusiasm to quote all 4!) :

Where Go the Boats?

Dark  brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along forever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boots of mine a-boating –
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

- Robert Louis Stevenson

Owl

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