Napoleon's hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous
hat, but that's not the hat I have in mind. That was his hat for
show. I am thinking of his private bathing cap, which in all hon-
esty wasn't much different than the one any jerk might buy at a
corner drugstore now, except for two minor eccentricities. The
first one isn't even funny: Simply it was a white rubber bathing
cap, but too small. Napoleon led such a hectic life ever since his
childhood, even farther back than that, that he never had a
chance to buy a new bathing cap and still as a grown-up--well,
he didn't really grow that much, but his head did: He was a pin-
......
Pitter patter on the wall
A mouse skitters down the hall
Thump thump the footsteps thud
Trekking across the floor with mud
Squelching in a crimson red
The roaring beast is happily fed
Stifled cries from the foyer
Feeding eyes of a frenzied voyeur
Black and blue fragmented reflections
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v.5-9
C. M.
The aged saint's reflection and hope.
My God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthened all my youth.
My flesh was fashioned by thy power,
......
Golden memories of childhood that are gone
Happy nights by the fireside with stories, games and songs
WIth a kind, caring Mother
And a Dad who also cared
After supper together then to bed up the stairs. The home it was a humble place
And luxuries were few
Vegetables were home grown, with cabbage and 'tatoes too
A turn fire burned so pleasantly
With smoke of scented blue
The cozy bed had hand-sewn quilts
......
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone
To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings
Where the noisome insect stings
Where the fever demon strews
Poison with the falling dews
Where the sickly sunbeams glare
Through the hot and misty air;
......
Down the driveway and along the sidewalk
Fallen leaves whisper underfoot of a teetering post-toddler
Through the front yard and over the fence
Laughter of the leaves grows louder under velcroed shoes
Up a tree and over the great stone wall
Crunches and snaps and crackles in twigs under bunny eared sneakers
A long trail long silent
A railway lingering in disuse
The new conductor’s symphony of nature has covered over the tracks of the predecessor
The Railroad never known in its operation to a child who has only lived so long
......
I woke up one day,thought I had it all right,
Books in my bag,future shinning so bright.
Life felt so smooth,like a "perfect design",
Then it all crumbled, couldn't "cross the line".
School was a blast,I was "top of my game,"
Acing each "test",building up my name.
Then "homework" piled up,stacked way too high,
I tried to escape,but my "controller denied."
I failed to "re-spawn", "focus" started to fade,
Karate class came, but I was afraid,
......
The child within me
does not ask for much-
a patch of sunlight,
a question answered with honesty,
a hand held without reason.
She laughs at shadows
and speaks to birds,
not to be clever,
but because they listen.
......
(terza rima)
While once a lad and kindergarten small,
at end of class one day in grammar school
I heard a piano playing in the hall.
A peek revealed a man astride a stool,
but there were none about to me explain
the tuning fork and crooked lever tool.
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Dancing with the golden sun,
Through fields of grass, I laugh and run.
A little child, so light and free,
No cares, no worries follow me.
Happy heart and flying feet,
Skipping through the meadow sweet,
Little One, how far you'll stray,
Chasing dreams along the way!
What path you'll choose, what place to find,
Adventure calls your open mind.
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