Fear versus Integrity by FlamesDragoness at All poetry

Seattle, Washington/America

Innocent lil' child

conquering streets of Seattle.

Not a care or thought in the world

as to who or what was living next door.

Our only worry….

the speed of muscle and bike

casting us unto journeys

of imaginative delight.

A time when you better

be back for dinner,

or Ma…will call

the Dragon queens

lining our moats and streets.

Watching…waiting....

scenting sight.

(the biggest tattle-tellers I ever met)

Within this ethnic neighborhood

I never knew the meaning

of prejudice or ignorance

we had higher priorities.

How to walk

the fence of death

and live….to tell

it’s fabulous tale.

Forty feet high….

we’d tip-toe across,

each step boldly mocking us.

I couldn’t help

but sigh,

when full-grown,

the size of this fence

was a mere four foot tall.

Perhaps, that was never

the point….

For an innocent child

truly believes;

the size of you

and the size of me

is indeed…

forty feet tall.

Stomping the devil

each day heavens lesson

taught;

Fear versus Integrity.

A bold warrior!

Author notes

contest prompt: ALL journeys start

with a single step.......
what's yours?

I can look back and see...a journey

of Hanging on Tight
and Maintain-ing Bold Lessons of Integrity.
From Childhood to Mature adult.

Integrity:
Integrity per Dictionary:

1. The state or quality of being entire or complete;
wholeness; entireness; unbroken state; as,
the integrity of an empire or territory. --Sir T. More.

2. Moral soundness; honesty; freedom

from corrupting influence
or motive; -- used especially with reference

to the fulfillment
of contracts, the discharge of agencies,

trusts, and the like;
uprightness; rectitude.

The moral grandeur of independent integrity
is the sublimest thing in nature. --Buckminster.

Their sober zeal, integrity. and worth. --Cowper.

3. Unimpaired, unadulterated, or genuine state;
entire correspondence

with an original condition; purity.

pictures are the talented photographers

of yahoo images.com

A contest entry

The first step by Unsigned. 850 points, ended December 6, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

Critiques welcome...i don't Bite down to the bone...just a nibbler..unless you are just plain rude!

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Amunet Wolfbane
December 6, 2008

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I think that this is a magnificent write from begining to end. It gripped me, pulled me in and took me there. Phenomenal and great presentation to go with it.
Draig aine
November 7, 2008
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thumbs up
a bold warrior indeed, great take, lucky boy
nature mithya
October 31, 2008

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Looking back
To gather such loving thoughts is fascinating.
I was crazy about speeding bikes. The soothing gushes of wind, leaving both hands at high speeds, racing with what ever and whenever someone tried to overtake etc etc.
Risking to climb a mountain on tough sides in sheer stupidity was fun.
This is a wonderful poem in pure untainted emotions very much like living life again; as the reader goes through the words and lines.
moluv10
October 30, 2008

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You have encompassed a lot in this great write. I love your take on the prompt. best of luck in the contest.
adsaige
October 30, 2008

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GOLD, I SAY!!!
Yes, I can definitely see the positive and truthful message in this write. Something I believe we discussed...two days ago. The world is changing, and sometimes, I fear for the worse. The fence did seem forty feet tall when we were just smaller kids (it'd be a shame to not harbor that small kid still) only to understand that it was really four feet tall. There is no dimming of respect their, and the values don't change. When it's down to the nitty-gritty it is the truth of the matter that is revealed. We need more people to make these understandings. We need more parents to take responsibility to raise their kids and teach them morals. Give them intergrity and love. Give them knowledge. The understanding to accept things that they cannot change. The serenity to accep the things the can't change. And the wisdom to understand the difference. Marvelous write! *clappy* *clappy* *clappy*
Brazos
October 30, 2008

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You were truly born a giantess of the Seattle streets, milady! From strength comes strength, our integrity is formed while in those childhood days; alas, we have to leave them too soon, though at the time it seems we wish to be older. Then, when we are older, it seems we spend quite a lot of time and effort to be young again...tis a sad lesson, but we cope.

I had to chuckle about the tattle-tales, are they EVERYWHERE??

Good write, love, you have shown me up once again, LOL! I will have to dig up some of the old stuff about my childhood days and send them your way. By the way, in my opinion there is no such thing as "childish"...

Brazos
dabpunx
October 30, 2008
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really inspirational and nostalgic at the same time. resonates with vitality and presence.
memo3
October 29, 2008
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Children truely are the most innocent and a wonderful miracle. Good write.
Maili Knephthan
October 29, 2008

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Wonderful write Flames. It shows a wonderful imagination but then I know that you have it. I love the write, I love the pictures. It creates a picture that I can see so vividly.
princessleejwctlvr2
October 29, 2008
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Amazing so very well written indeed!!
moonspirit
October 29, 2008
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a very apt poetic insight into the world of today and the blessed and magicka state of youth