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Nursery Rhymes

Too real for me,
those childrens rhymes.
Too close to home,
my Dad's on time.

Sooner or later we all gotta go,
no kicking or screaming,
lest everyone know.

I am the baby Buddha.
I need to leave my house.
I think it might be wise
before the monster comes-a-round.

But the Giant comes-a-calling,
unto the Wolf... I'm falling.
Bake me a house, blow me a horn,
how could you hate your own first born.

No kicking or screaming
lest everyone know
no reason to get there
too small to say no
— themoonman, Jun 03, 2010

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years ago

Sigh….always the truth in

Sigh....always the truth in fairy tales...that there are no *they lived happily ever after*....yet there is joy and bliss... the ecstasy of being alive. Your poem is decidedly to the point and quite frighteningly real. Makes me think about a few biblical stories. ~ p.s. Buddha "Even if I knew the world were to end tomorrow, I would plant an olive tree today."-- Francis of Assisi
themoonman

themoonman

16 years ago

Anna...

There is always joy and bliss, one cannot live without seeing both sides of the coin, it is there. thanks for stopping in Richard
Seren

Seren

16 years ago

Dear Richard

sometimes the fairytale can become all too real of a nightmare, well written love and hugs JayCee ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
Geezer

Geezer

16 years ago

I liked the blending...

Of the fairy-tales, and what I suspect might be an all too real nightmare. As per usual, enigmatic, and worth reading! ~ Gee
themoonman

themoonman

16 years ago

Gee...

thanks, I liked the blending too, wasn't too sure how it would go over, have you ever noticed how the old fairy tales were so frightening, seemed to fit right in for me. thanks Richard
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years ago

Dear Richard

I can so relate to this piece but in my case,it is the third daughter. A great write and I cannot find any fault with it. Always, Cat p.s. This is a real heartbreaker.
themoonman

themoonman

16 years ago

Cat...

I'm sorry that you can relate, when I was growing up I was so scared of my Dad I would hide until he was drunk enough to miss me being there, of course being the fallible awkward child I was, I very often miscalculated. thanks Richard
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years ago

Dear Richard

My tormentors were my mother and her mother. I'm sorry about your father. mine was my only comfort and he left us when I was six. Always, Cat
Rett

Rett

16 years ago

I know that feeling well

My old man didn't drink, he was just mean. You haven't lived until you spend a week sleeping on your stomach because he has used his belt well enough that you have blood blisters from just above your ankles up to your shoulders along with the bruises. One of the reasons I left home at 13. Respectfully, Rett: “Anyone who sacrifices liberty for security deserves neither.” Benjamin Franklin
Rett

Rett

16 years ago

Richard, well said

If you really think about it, some of those things are scary. I enjoyed this very much, but was wondering about this verse. I am the baby Buddha. I need to leave my house. I think it might be wise before the monster comes-a-round. Was in intentionally non-rhyming? It interrupted an otherwise wonderfully rhythmic read. Respectfully, Rett: “Anyone who sacrifices liberty for security deserves neither.” Benjamin Franklin
themoonman

themoonman

16 years ago

Hi Rett...

I'm glad you liked it and thank you for pointing out the non-rhyme... but it is what I like to call a close rhyme or an almost rhyme... house, round... the "ou" sound for me makes it fall from the mouth in a fluid motion, but it doesn't make it rhyme. I often resort to this type of close rhyme in order to get the content out of me, this poem isn't finished... thank you, I will have a think about the verse. Richard
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scribbler

16 years ago

nursery rhymes

liked it a lot. Does anyone really think nursery rhymes are for children?....scribbler
themoonman

themoonman

16 years ago

Hi Scribbler...

thanks, if they do, they haven't quite grasped the content have they... some scary stuff when you do. Richard
jetz

jetz

16 years ago

Hi Richard, Whoa. I had to

Hi Richard, Whoa. I had to ponder this one a while and am glad I did. Your response to Cat told me my take on this was correct. I didn't have the best childhood either although, my brother caught most of my Dads anger. I got my Moms, but, she didn't hit as hard! Very nice job, addressing a not nice topic, in a very unique way. You do that well. Sue
themoonman

themoonman

16 years ago

Hi Sue...

So glad to see you, hope all is good in your corner of this life... thanks for reading, sorry you could relate so well... I have two sisters that were spared most of the actual hitting, and a baby brother that doesn't remember anything like that happening... oh well ehhh. Richard
judyanne

judyanne

16 years ago

perhaps - 'before the monsters arouse'?

love this write richard and nursery rhymes, although in pretence for children, are really little snippits of history (eg, 'ring a ring a rosie' is about the plague) so i don't agree that they really are for them - never told my own kids too many of them - preferred to read dr seuss (is that how you spell him'?) or rhold Doul my kids loved rhold's little red riding hood - she had a gun in her knickers - much more fun than the version where granny is eaten by the wolf..... which supposedly is about witches i believe... love judy xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html
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shirley harrison

16 years ago

Love your title!

Hello well its an adult version of a nursery ryme and very nicely done indeed! just wanted to say i havent forgotten your advice on my star poem one day it will return thanks for your kind time! shirley harrison