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In the Company of Toys

Contributed by softerware on Wednesday, 14th May 2014 @ 01:39:41 AM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



He was a boy with a gentle side;
A trait that his father chose to deride;
Saw caring as weakness;
Compassion as meekness.

But when his room darkened;
His heart would be harkened;
When none lit the gloom;
but the toys in his room.

He stared at the ceiling;
Weighed words against feeling;
Here he was free;
In beloved fantasy;
Absent of lies;
And shy alibies.

He spoke through his dolls;
Cheered on by his toys;
Who cared not that he;
was the gentlest of boys.

He had conversations;
and played all the parts;
villians and hero/'/s;
And wisecracking tarts!

He made others laugh;
His door to salvation!
Saved by his toys
from dads degradation.

Embraced by his puppets;
His critics at bay;
From city to city;
They made their own way,

His puppets inspired the courage it takes;
to live without answers to all his mistakes;
Being a misfit is not easy stuff;
And he doubted his choices often enough.

The child in his heart was often mistaken;
(lack of compassion saw many forsaken!)

But we cant all be lions;
Were not meant to be;
A truth that his father was too late to see.

He imagines his dad can look down on the joys;
of the life his son made in the presence of toys!

He didnt grow up; And he couldnt give in;
And yes, he would certainly do it again!

Since finding his voice in those dark bedroom walls;
His puppets have echoed in fine concert halls;

Cause out on the stage; talking together;
he in a tux; and his dolls all in feathers..

The fantasy lives; and make-believe falls;
on the sound of laughter and standing applause;
Bathed in the spotlight he takes curtain calls:
A gentle man loved for playing with dolls.






Copyright © softerware ... [ 2014-05-14 01:39:41]
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Re: In the Company of Toys (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 14th May 2014 @ 05:43:43 PM AEST
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this is a brilliant insight into one life, the imagery
is amazing, i do not know him but am proud of
him; i hope that makes sense, and you too poet,
this is pure lovely:)

hugs n' love nessa


Re: In the Company of Toys (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 14th May 2014 @ 11:11:20 PM AEST
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I really really like this. So wonderfully pleasant with a mixture of sadness considering the outlooks of his father.

I was envisioning him growing up to be a ventriloquist.

Very nice indeed.

Thank you.


Re: In the Company of Toys (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Thursday, 15th May 2014 @ 08:08:58 AM AEST
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What a far-out piece! How cool! One might imagine this boy's life turning out completely different were it not for his father's derision.

My take-away is that the father, (mean spirited, uncouth, callous pric& that he is/was) actually did the boy a favour.

A thorn to prick a finger may cause pain, but also reveals the lushness and unequalled vibrancy of blood- a colour to admire in its non-replicable richness. that, my friend, is just a long and clumsy way of saying that there is a silver lining in almost all things.

Enjoyed the read, softerwear. You've been kind and generous in your comments on my contributions; I've been remiss in returning the favour. Not so from this moment..I'll be reading your contributions to the poetic collective.

Blessings, Invierno


Re: In the Company of Toys (User Rating: 1 )
by reprobate on Saturday, 17th May 2014 @ 04:05:24 PM AEST
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At first, I thought this was going to be a tragedy...the mild child brutalized by the father's lack of understanding. But I was taking on a wonderfully, fantastic voyage. Cudos! On par with the movie, The Red Balloon!!!
Thank you ever so much for sharing!


Re: In the Company of Toys (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Tuesday, 20th May 2014 @ 04:45:34 PM AEST
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Lovely piece of work, dear poet! Vivid imagery to match a heartwarming tale of someone overcoming obstacles. I never get tired of hearing about people's ability to persevere.



~Scorp




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