Play Power Game

Playing power game
Toddler refuses to let grandma in
The grandma
SCOLDs him
THROWs angrily
Toy cup to him
But he AvOiDs
She SHOUTs

Bam the table
Talking badly
Grandpa SCOLDs her
For throwing cups to baby
She picks a FIGHT
Oh no!

Grandma SHOUTS
This is my house
He replies
This is my house

Quarrelling
Bickering
Fights
Bam the table
She quarrels
With his other grandma
Grandma from mother

She shouts
With everyone
Emotions get over her
Daughter in law
Unexpectedly, first time
Daughter in law SHOUTs back
Asking her to STOP
Quarrelling


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 16 July 2013 from 11:09am to 11:57am

Oh, the quarrels and commotion. A headache story where my friend confided with me asked me to write poetry based on her family’s situation. So this poetry is dedicated to my friend. This story is based on my friend’s story with a toddler who loves to play power game with everyone in the family to stop from entering house. It is just a power play game. Normally, his parents and grandparents play along. Later on, he let them in. Unexpectedly, the grandma from dad’s side took it to heart and lashed out at the son. Take anything from the floor and threw at him, but thank God the thing is thrown away.

The Sun

A well loved bright sky with children play together on the greenery scent of grasses. Grass breeze through the ankles as every feet stomp onto the grasses. Their voices are thrilled with the windy day and the birds on the branches of the trees chirp gladly. Such a nice day for them as they rest on the grasses enjoying

A perfect bright shiny sphere
Shining brightly in the vast blue sky
Cover the dark with light


Inspiration On: Sunday, 16 June 2013 at 1:44am to 1:52pm

My imagination played around as I was writing for the Ligo Haibun Challenge titled ‘The Sun’ from Padmini at http://call2read.com/2013/06/15/ligo-haibun-challenge-5/ Do take part if you are interested. Enjoy.

Octopus Baby

Its circle mouth squirts inks
A black ink of liquid to fool
It escapes to protect itself.

Making a circle rounded mouth
Two fingers press cheeks to squirt water
Just for fun and play.

Octopus squirts and toddler squirts
One squirts black liquid, one squirts water
Either enemy’s face or washbasins.


Inspiration On: Monday, 22 April 2013 at 10:15pm

I know the right word for the title is supposed to be ‘Baby Octopus’, but I choose the other way is to explain how octopus squirts and how a toddler squirts. The above stated event at the second paragraph happened during brushing teeth session. My helper and I had a good laugh at that sight. The third paragraph is the comparison between each squirt target.

Hide and Seek

Hiding
Hiding behind
Hiding behind the large pole.

My son and I see him
My son and I fast walk
To the large pole
His dad disappears
We are stunt!

Sudden
JUMP!
With an opened palm
With an opened mouth
My son
My son SHRIEKs in LAUGHTER.


Inspiration On: Friday, 22 March 2013 at 10:05pm

When my husband and I were bringing our toddler home from the nearby mall, my husband did the above inspiration to play with our son and he was shocked.

Nutritious Soil

Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a hole.
Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a deep pit.
Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a deep hole.
Deep enough to
Contain
Its poo.

Butt rests
On top of
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Brownish round pieces
Pieces of poo
Fall into the
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Bowels clean
Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!
Closing the d
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Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Closing the d
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Pat! Pat!
Flattening the soil.

Wagging its tail
Then left the soil.
And approaches
The triangle house
And play
With us.


Inspiration On: Friday, 15 February 2013 at 9:44pm
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 16 February 2013 at 1:08am

This is the fourth series about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ who is mentioned in my previous poetry. One day, I happened to spot it digging the soil and poo outside my uncle’s house.

Naughty Melvin

Scratch! Scratch!
Scratching wooden back door!
Scolded!
Looks guilty!
Splashes of water
Dodging to the left
Dodging to the right
Dodging splashes of water
And rushes out of the gate.
. . .
A few hours later,
His ears poke outside gate bar
Followed by
His face looks smiling
He shows his face courteously
Meowing
As if it apologizes.
We welcome him again
To play together.


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 12 February 2013 at 3:11am

I told you all about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ in my previous poetry. This time is his naughty actions.

Tickle

What tickles people?
What makes them laugh?
Which nerve is ticklish?
How is ticklish triggered?

Tickling nerve
Tickling sense
An itch sense
Itchy
So itchy
Extremely ticklish.
Ah! I can’t control it.
Chuckled!
Smiled!
Giggled!
Ha! Ha! Ha!

Laugh until stomach pain.
Laugh until tears are rolling down.

Tickle where?
With a furry feather at neck
With a finger poking onto armpit and waist
With a little rub at thigh
With a fingernail onto foot
With a thin piece of thread onto foot also.


Inspiration On: Saturday, 9 June 2012 at 9:24pm
Revised On: Wednesday, 20 June 2012 at 12:12am

The above inspiration is the fruit of whenever I am playing tickle with my cute toddler who enjoy since babyhood. He let me tickle all the itchy part of his body. Even though his feet stretch in, afterward he stretches it out again for me to tickle. All the time, he burst to laughter and we enjoy our fellowship and playtime.