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Have You Ever Seen The Lamp-Post?



"Have You Ever Seen The Lamp-Post?"

                           (a poem for adults)




Have you ever seen the lamp-post 
On that old abandoned street 
Light the faces of the children 
Who are dancing to the beat 
Of a song that plays in mem'ries 
Of a long forgotten past? 
Have you ever seen the lamp-post 
Or you movin' way too fast? 
 

Have you ever spilled your fruit punch 
On your most expensive shirt 
And forgot a moment later 
To go digging in the dirt 
Where the grass will greet your pants 
With stains that never go away? 
Have you ever spilled your fruit punch 
Just to smell it through the day? 
 

Have you ever watched the clouds drift
Floating slowly through the blue
Like a fun slow motion ocean
You can't wait to hop into
'Cause the shapes are shapes of doughnuts
And the creatures in the zoo?
Have you ever watched the clouds drift
'Cause you had nothing else to do?
 
 
Have you ever had a puppy 
Who would follow by your side 
And would be the shield of laughter 
When your guard fell down and cried 
With four paws to cuddle to you 
And two eyes opened so wide? 
Have you ever had a puppy 
Who's still with you, though he died? 
 

Have you ever held a whisper 
In the center of your palm 
Or ran around in circles 'til 
The running made you calm 
By sending back your bedtime 
And op'ning up the sky? 
Have you ever held the whisper 
Of a tiny firefly? 
 

Have you ever lost a battle 
And then smiled just the same? 
Was it ever just enough to play 
When life was just a game? 
Do you wish upon each falling star 
That comes into your sight 
Or do you waste your bits of magic 
By surrend'ring to the night? 
 

Have you ever seen the lamp-post 
On that old abandoned street 
Light the faces of the children 
Dancing blissfully so sweet?
Have you ever seen the lamp-post
Shining still above your head
Advising you "Stop living
as though your inner child's dead"?
 
 
 
 

 

Author notes

Skipping stones
Is more than just a child's way
Of wasting time.

Sometimes
Ripples reach the future
Sooner than expected

And the things you learn
When you're not looking for any answers
Are the things that mean the most.

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  • K-ate-garrett
    April 19, 2006
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    i really really like this one!!! my favorite part is the clouds stanza and the puppy stanza... makes me think of norman ... *sigh*


  • stillinnirvana
    January 13, 2006
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    Very Good

    Wow. That was really good. I am not yet an adult and probably won't be an adult for a good long while. I do think that alot of the things that would amuse us as children just doesn't cut it anymore when you stop looking for them. I like that you had it rhyme cause it made it so much easier to read.

  • ecrivain01
    October 22, 2005
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    I assume this is meant to be read like a Dr. Seuss poem. At least it reads that way to me. It's interesting anyway.

  • adorable yeti
    September 17, 2005
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    wow.. this piece was ismply fantastic... it leaves me speechless... the rhthym and the flow were just perfect... great write!


  • lively banter
    June 23, 2005
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    This is so amazing and powerful. I think you did an excellent job. Your advice is some of the most important you can tell somesome. You did a great job with the ryhme scheme as well. This poem should win. Keep up the great work.

  • kikibaby
    June 22, 2005
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    I love this poem, I have spilled fruit punch on my most expensive shirt, I later laughed at it, but at the time.....arggg.... I am only 22 but yah know I just love this... Great write and the flow was simply amazing!!!!!


  • Destined4Sadness
    June 22, 2005
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    WOW

    HOLY HELL! thats really amazing.....i loved it!!

  • Green-Blue
    June 22, 2005
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    I love this piece; the structure, the flow, the meter. And more importantly I love the visuals you provide, and the sentiment. Works like this don't come along everyday... and for those of you wondering what the purpose of this piece is, read it again and again till you find it, cause there's wisdom in these words.


  • Gracing Smile
    June 22, 2005
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    This is a really great poem, it has great flow and reminds you to stop and take a look at even the most simplest of things


  • Crackertl82
    June 22, 2005
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    GenieLassie just left the longest comment in AP history, haha. This deserved a long comment however, because like everything else I've read from you it's brilliant. This was one of those poems that really makes you think, it was truly a beautiful piece, that will inspire many people with it's words. Great job with this, you should be proud of yet another splendid write. Later man, Crackertl82

  • traiyo
    June 22, 2005
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    amazing

    yep you've just won my eyes. I'll be reading your stuff more often for sure. anyway, this was a great piece and it seriously reminded me of how frustraiting stagnant adults can be. way to go. mad crazy awesome


  • PoisonxXx
    June 22, 2005
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    I love how your able to picture everything in your mind. You are an amazing poet, good luck in the contest!


  • pink-roses gold member
    June 22, 2005
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    This seems almost lyrical.Its just - wonderful. I love how you force the reader to question, but in a unique way. Yes, i really, really like this.
    pinkxxx


  • Muriel
    June 22, 2005
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    superb

    so carefree this piece is... if only to have my innocence back... well done... it makes me think...

  • JM Kenyon silver member
    June 21, 2005
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    Oh no... After reading this... I think perhaps.. I never grew up!!!

    Have you ever spilled your fruit punch
    Onto your most expensive shirt
    And forgot a moment later
    To go digging in the dirt
    Where the grass will greet your pant-legs
    With stains that never go away?
    Have you ever spilled your fruit punch
    To smell the scent of it all day?

    Well, not fruit punch becuase I am gonna be 29... but my coffee.. yes I do it every day and I go about doing my thing without a care... and that includes digging in the dirt.. does it count that I have a purpose and I'm making things grow?

    Have you ever watched the clouds drift
    Floating slowly through the blue
    Like a fun slow motion ocean
    You can't wait to hop into
    'Cause the shapes are shapes of doughnuts
    And all the animals in the zoo?
    Have you ever watched the clouds drift
    'Cause you had nothing else to do?

    I have yup... I'm a daydreamer I am... I prefer early morning and evening though, cuz they turn funky colors and sometimes.. if you watch close enough you can see (or maybe imagination playiong tricks on me) the mist of morn and eve falling and rising.

    Have you ever had a puppy
    Who would follow by your side
    And would be the shield of laughter
    When your guard fell down and cried
    With four paws to cuddle to you
    And two eyes opened so wide?
    Have you ever had a puppy
    Who's always with you, though he died?

    not until I was older, but I miss my Prince much. I have a cat that walks with me everywhere though. No leash needed I say "Hissy Kitty KItty" and she's there to go for a walk... or when gardening... trying to steal my goldfish out of the aqua garden

    Have you ever held a whisper
    In the center of your palm
    Or ran around in circles 'til
    The running made you calm
    By sending back your bedtime
    And op'ning up the sky?
    Have you ever held the whisper
    Of a tiny firefly?

    Ok.. that proves I am way immature... I do these things under cover see. I say it is to please my kids, but in reality I still want to play the games and do things I did when I was little

    Have you ever lost a battle
    And then smiled just the same?
    Was it ever just enough to play
    When life was just a game?
    Do you wish upon each falling star
    That comes into your sight
    Or do you waste your bits of magic
    By surrend'ring to the night?

    I giggled when I read this first. Because when I was a little thing.. oh about 5 I think. I remember watching my mum and dad fall asleep... and I stared at them a looong time wondering HOW on earth they fel asleep so fast! Now, I know how, they lacked the energy to keep up with me and my brother (only 2 of us at that time now 7...crazy whaaat! ). I'm a night owl by nature... so I am on an abnormal internal...adult schedule of waking early and sleeping early... at least till school is out then I can enjoy midnight more.

    Have you ever seen the lamp-post
    On that old abandoned street
    Light the faces of the children
    Dancing blissfully so sweet?
    Have you ever seen the lamp-post
    Shining still above your head?
    I advise you to stop living
    As though your inner child's dead.

    I have seen the lamp-post shine
    but the light is a lit wick
    though it flickers time to time
    I think I know the trick...
    I'll stay young as long as I can hide
    my simple joys behind a child
    and I'll be a babe inside
    as long as dreams grow wild...

    Excellent poem! You have grand advice in this and I think I will take more care to indulge in old pleasantries. .

    Best wishes adn s... ~genielassie~




  • ethereal-dust
    June 19, 2005
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    Wow!... this actually kinda made me all tingly... I thought this was brilliant. I find many people attempt a regular rhyme scheme with the result of words that are used for the sake of rhyme and consequentially sound a bit clumsy and kind of fake... but you managed to use rhyme really well, not only because it's a traditional poetic convention but because it adds to the meaning of the poem. really impressive. Well done and best of luck in the contest. x


  • Edna Sweetlove
    June 19, 2005
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    Well done!

    Nice photo. Nice poem, well-written and charmingly dreamy.

    The peculiar hybrid "pant-leg" stands out as ugly and clumsy?? Anything better possible?

    Hate the large print - is that for the visually impaired elderly?

  • marebel
    June 19, 2005
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    This poem is so full of wisdom .It's worth copying or printing...


  • Delicate Jaded
    June 18, 2005
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    At first I was wondering whether or not you had actually read the rules. About the advice bit. then I realised that you were giving advice. Very good advice. Thank you for making it available to everyone!! Me too
    It was an exquisite piece.
    Samantha xxx


  • Blind-Ambition
    June 18, 2005
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    Excellent write, I can't say that enough. Reading it lead to the inevitable feelings of nostalgia for the past. But, I can definitely appreciate your point.

    Was it ever just enough to play
    When life was just a game?
    Do you wish upon each falling star
    That comes into your sight
    Or do you waste your bits of magic
    By surrend'ring to the night?

    By giving up on the special and important aspects of childhood, we are wasting whatever valuble lessons we learned.

    Great write.

  • trippy-coocoo
    June 18, 2005
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    this is COO-AL

    my only thing i was wonderinh.....was the purpose of the piece???
    what point are you trying to make here??

  • marrow
    June 18, 2005
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    Greg-
    This is probably going to sound odd, but I am really looking forward to reading your "normal work" again. Poor man... I have been forcing you to write on obscure and crazed subjects for near two months now. How you put up with it, I do not know.

    This has been one of my favorites of yours. I now anticipate seeing where your mind leads you again, rather than mine.

    Though, even in thich wacky contest you have proved to be amazingly worthy and talented. So, kudos to you, for sure.

    - Justin


  • The Phoenix Returns
    June 18, 2005
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    This reminded me of the poem SLOW DANCE that circulates through e-mails all the time that was penned by a chronically ill girl. This is sweet and yet wise too. This, very artistically explores the loss of innocence as we walk into the realms of adulthood and teaches one to look for happiness in the small things of life while bigger burdens takes its toll on us.

    Beautiful write!


  • MuddyKing
    June 18, 2005
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    Brilliant

    your authors comments says so much about this piece...the life you have relayed here seems simple and carefree...a calming innocence to it..beautifully written with a timeless message....Brilliant
    Peace Muddy

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