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A New Superhero…

 

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A princess superhero,
Tierra, pink cape and all.
She’s out to save the world
By turning bad guys into frogs!

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

 

My soon to be seven year old niece made a comment about turning a bad guy into a frog. I thought it was cute and figured it would be a cool superhero!

 

 

Vivian’s Monkaroo…

Vivian has a monkaroo
That she calls banana.
Banana who?
You say.
Banana monkaroo!

He’s green like a lime
And white like cotton
And he eats orange flavored grass.

He hangs by his tail,
And jumps on one leg.
When I see him I can’t help but laugh.

He carries Legos in his pouch,
Wears red high tops on his feet.
He’s a silly monkaroo for sure,
But one you’d want to meet!

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

Sally The Flamingo… Writer’s Digest Challenge. Prompt: write Animal poem

This poem is for my Niece, Vivian Lee. Flamingos have been her favorite animal since she was three. She still adores them, and she turns 7 in May! Enjoy!

Vivian wants a pet flamingo
Who’ll live in her back yard
And wade around in her kiddie pool
Which, for a kid’s pool, is quite large

She will name her flamingo Sally
One of her very favorite names
She’ll put bows in her feathers
And they’ll play dress up games

Sally’s toe nails will be painted like rainbows
She will sparkle in the sun
One leg up, standing proud
Floppy hat and sunglasses on

Every day Vivian will feed her
Special order crustacean yum yums
So the beautiful pink she adores
Will stay bright, and Sally will stay strong

Her mom says maybe next year
She said the same the year before
But Vivian hasn’t given up
Sally the Flamingo is worth waiting for

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

Wink Wink…

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My diet is nothing but grains.
I’ve learned to like it this way.
So I hold this net,
But please don’t fret,
I’m just seeking a friend to play.

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

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Childlike Flight…

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Running with childlike excitement,
Bursting with anticipation.
Settling in to the swing’s embrace,
Small hands hold to life in animation.

Slow increase through repetitive advances,
Then rocketed into another dimension.
Where moments become motion-filled still-frames,
Leaving lasting experiential impressions.

Higher and higher, eyes closed, head back,
Outstretched arms hanging on with delicate rebellion.
Wind strong, applying resistance with futility,
Continuation of flight beckons.

Swinging free, immortalized within childhood memories,
Alive once more, through recollection.
A gift of play and uninhibited fun,
Shared from generation to generation.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

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I’ll Paint You My World…

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A paint brush in a child’s hand,
Aspirations without inhibitions.
Slightly directionless, yet intentional,
A joyous display of playful expression.

The feel of the brush in a firm little grasp,
The power to create at hand.
Each stroke births colorful purpose,
Imagination comes to life, bold and grand.

Through the eyes of a child,
Sharing their world.
I see a beauty contained within innocence,
Life filled with hope, and promise to hold.

I pray the colors they choose remain bright,
Selecting from God’s endless palette.
Continuing to create light, hope, and joy,
As they move within life’s canvas.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

 

 

 

 

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Wishes…

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Aim for the stars
And pull back your bow
One arrow, one shot
With confidence, let go
Wishes made
Wishes that came true
May never have been wished at all
If not wished by you
Dreams aren’t just for night
The stars are present always
Behind the lids of longing eyes
They find renewal in each day
There are stars made just for you
Set your aim on things above
Capture the dreams within your heart
And live them out in love
©E.D. Allee

October 22, 2013

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My “Dropsies” Angel…

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I have a dropsies angel
I’m just sure it’s true
Who sometimes takes time off
With other things to do
I can’t say I blame him
He really is overworked
Very little down time
Oh, the effort he must exert

I’m sure he has to prioritize
Just to keep things straight
Remaining vigilant
While, for the unexpected, he lies in wait
For the next clumsy spill
Or carelessly broken glass
The multitude of injuries
I must have slipped past

I’m grateful for the assignment
Of an angel of his persuasion
With so few days off
For illness or vacation
I can only imagine
How bad things would be
If I didn’t have an angel
Assigned for dropsies

So I express my gratitude
For all it is you do
My expressed appreciation
Is long overdue

©E.D. Allee

September 28, 2013

At The Roller Rink…

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The excitement grows as we approach the rinks’ entrance

Once inside, we try to contain ourselves, but we CAN’T!

Instant smiles, instant joy, we race to get our skates

“Here’s your wristband”; “Regular, or in-line?”; “What size do you take?”

 

The décor is so bright and groovy; the walls are painted in colorful carpet

As we walk we scan those walls with our hands, risking rug burn- and we like it!

Sparkly disco balls hang in the rink softly darkened

Spinning in slow circles, while to eighties music our ears hearken

 

Laser beams of fluorescent green are shot randomly from the low ceiling

And there is the alluring smell of nachos and pizza continually cooking

 

We receive our skates and lace them up; now we are ready to roll

Then we enter that smooth wood surface hoping not to fall!

We take that first glide, one foot in front of the other, starting slowly

A little rusty at first, but it’s like riding a bike; we quickly gain confident speed

 

People are zooming by, crashing into each other, and often brake by slamming into the walls

And sometimes when some speed demon passes, it’s hard not to fall

Contact with the ground isn’t friendly on the rump, but we get up and start again quickly

Acting as if nothing happened, pridefully hoping in vain that no one has seen

 

We skate free, rounding lap after lap, it’s like we’re flying we pretend

And we love the feeling of speed, and on our face, constant wind

Many people surround us, yet we skate as superstars in our own movie

Waving to our friends and family in the audience as if we were something to see

 

Races are held to determine superiority in the category of fastest skater

There are winners and losers, good sports and haters

We do the Hokey Pokey and the Chicken Dance- can you believe it?!

Everyone looks silly. A break from formality… what a gift!

 

Time ticks away, and we start to get hungry and tired

We get some pizza and a drink, and we rest for a while

Then it’s time to take those skates off and give them back

A little sad, but mostly we remember the fun we’ve just had!

 

We can’t wait to come back and do it all over again

Next time maybe that race we’ll win!

We’ll hold onto the lights, smells, and sounds within our memories

Until once again we return… to the skating rink!

©E.D. Allee

March 30, 2012  –  Written as a revisiting adult with my nieces… after a very long hiatus!

She Believes In Unicorns…

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Some say they live in myths alone, only in foolish fantasies do they dwell

Yet they exist so strongly in a child’s dreams and heart- that, belief alone, makes them real

 

She’s ventured far off, into a beautiful forest with descending leaves of gold, orange, and red

Oblivious to peril, her curious and adventurous heart followed the sounds of water ahead

Desiring to touch the cool waters, faster and deeper into the cumbersome woods she strayed

With the perceived comfort and safety her teddy-bear companion consistently gave

 

She encountered fallen trees, and playfully dodged downed limbs and rocks

Yet the suns’ quick fade escaped her recognition, and she unknowingly became lost

She was delighted upon arrival… the stream was everything she imagined, fast flowing, clear, and serene

And straight away she unleashed her toes and surrendered them to the stream

 

Although she was clothed for falls’ brisk air, with a jacket to keep her warm

The surrounding chill began to reveal itself in fury; shadows quickly outran the reach of the sun

The forest was still somewhat illuminated; the diminishing daylight was masked by the tall trees

So she naively held no fear within her heart that darkness soon would be

 

Throwing stones as big as her small hands, hearing the hollow clunk and delighting in each splash

She felt so much joy and contentment, while in perilous solitude she continued to laugh

Then as if in an instant, darkness consumed the shelter of day

And fear began to invade her once safe youthful play

 

She looked around in all directions; she knew not which way to go

Frantically she tried to maneuver the wooded maze crying out in search of home

Yet no one could hear her cries, as she was deep in the forests’ core

She was weary and fell to rest upon the foot of a majestic oak beneath the stars

 

Suddenly she heard a sound, frightening and unfamiliar

She opened her eyes and lifted her head to see a large, obscure figure

It looked just like a horse at first, but it was surrounded by light, and had a horn

Could this be, she thought to herself, my own fairy tale unicorn?

 

She stood up tall and unafraid with outstretched hands toward this beautiful being

And when she touched it, she knew a warmth and peace of which she’d never dreamed

The unicorn gently settled to the ground and invited her to follow

And that little girl curled up close, and stayed warm until morrow

 

She fell into a restful sleep enveloped by safety, with uninterrupted dreams of beauty, and love

Once she awoke, the unicorn was gone, but never the memory of

 

After a panicked search her parents found her alive and well

And she could not contain her delight as she shared her enchanted tale

Met with disbelief she nourished her gifted secret within her heart

Her hands touched faith manifested that night, and with that touch doubt fell apart

 

Angels, unicorns and the like were more than just characters in stories she was read

Confined no more to pages, they activated a child-like belief she’d hold forever in her stead

Beings described as myths, fantasies known only in dreams and stories

Came alive in vivid brilliance the night she was lost in that forest

 

No one could prompt her to lose faith in things unseen

She knew the hope of realized imagination; she knew the wakened dream

They were as real as the sky was blue and as warm as the flaming sun

And to this day, all grown up… she still believes in unicorns…

 

©E.D. Allee

February 28, 2012

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