Children's Stories, Poems, Songs

Tall Tales

Behold a small bundle of tales for the young,

some of them rhyming, some in free verse.

With miracles and hints of a beckoning rung,

blessings are granted, quelling each curse.

Poems

There are poems for the child,

mild, silly, wild.

As rhymes chime eyes

Open: to laugh and be wise.

Also, from Lorenzo (the kooky Kabbalist)

little rhyming he-brew poems, kissed

by nature, green with creatures

in whose moves and myths there features

truths and wonders,

triumphs, blunders,

plus —

what-you-will, omnivorous....

Songs

In the spirit of cultivating

Zen mind, Beginner mind,

you, young or old, may find

some child-eyed songs, elevating

simple truths and complex joys,

with tunes and lines of lively noise.

The first sample is a celebration of

the 2nd Birthday of LPN's grand-daughter Lyla,

a beautiful and (of course) precocious 'California Girl'...

followed by a few short rhymey creatures:

LYLABEAR TURNING 2 ! ! LYLABEAR :TURNING 2 !! BY GRANDPA LARRY Goodness GraciousCan it be true?Lylabear is turning...Two!! OhLyla loves the KittyKatsAnd riding on her scooterClimbing rocks and splashing paintAnd puddles in the summer She talks and singsAnd runs and swingsAnd grins a lot: you bet! As she slides the slides‘n’ jumps ‘n’ glides‘n’ kicks the ball into the net (!) Lyla eats yum yummy cookiesWith a sunny moon-big smileMessy face for saucy foodiesClapping all the while Spotting Bunnies in the bushesHugging Bears of many sizesGuitar Play & play with brushesCan you count your toys and prizes?You who thrill with bright surprises... Yes Lylababy sweet as honeyA butterfly LullabyWhen you wake: fine fun so funnyWill make each new day fly Perhaps today to go and gazeAt the birds in the parksOr on Ocean WavesOr mount a MountainOn Daddy’s backOr ‘Woof’ and laugh on Momma’s lap So “Oh My God” oh yes it’s trueLylabear is turning Two!!And while we gladly celebrateNovember number Twenty EightWe know for her each day is great!So... Good job Lyla! & O Lyla Wow!Have A Hoppy Happy Birthdate!Endless Joy: Forever: Now! HAPPINESS INTO ECSTASY HAPPINESS INTO ECSTASY The birds are singingThe sun is shiningThe sky is clear & (o so) blue The sun is singingThe sky is shiningThe birds are clear & (o so) blue The sky is singingThe birds are shiningThe sun is clear & (o so) Blue: all the birds nowDOWN THE STAIRS / UP THE TREE Down The Stairs (Jumping For Joy) When a boy is a boyHe will jump down the stairsThough Teacher tells him not to For his joys jump with JoyAnd all true Joy never caresFor dos and for don’ts: he’s just got to. Now Teacher may succeedWhen she’s right nearbyIn seeing that he walks with gentle tread But it’s easily agreedBoys, a boy will dare to flyWhen he learns that Teacher really has no eyes behind her head. / Up The Tree (& To The Sky) When a girl is a girlShe will clamber and she’ll climbTo the top of many a Tree & even then some... For her dreams in such a whorlWind up higher (beyond Time)As angels whisper ‘Well — you’re very welcome!: Now there are those who might admonishThat girls should stay secureAnd refrain from darkest depths and facing heights But for sure girls can astonishAnd must not be demureAs they touch the sky, and bring back northern lights. FRIGHTS IN THE NIGHT FRIGHTS IN THE NIGHT — song the first Do you scream when you dream?Is your song always long?Are your fingersRusty with rings? When the hands of the clockClap together and knockI try to forget (But I can’t always, yet)Forget all the thingsThe night brings... — song the second The sound of the windIs a songThat’s a scream,Before I fall to sleep. Then I dreamThat the windWas a lonely king,Crying for a friend. The alarm clock rings.I awake and seeA sea gullKissing the wind.

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