Temper Tantrum

photo from the web

photo from the web

Perhaps I should tell about one such memorable predicament,

One of my earliest recollections,

Definitely not one of the more pleasurable ones,

But nonetheless very unforgettable.

I must have been about three years old,

And all dressed up and ready to go to school with the big kids,

Only I can never remember why it was I didn’t want to go that day,

As it was a day, just a day like any other.

Well, it was time to go, and I refused,

Wildly, as a three year old might do to show retort,

And the retaliation I recieved in return was one that I was not prepared for at all,

Considering I had only known her for a short time, and up until that time,

She seemed like a loving mother.

Well, I was whisked off without notice to the bathroom,

Feet dangling off the floor and head bumping around in the sink,

Could not imagine what would come next but somehow I knew,

It was beyond anything my three year old mind could imagine.

It was then I felt something being shoved in my mouth,

The taste made me gag in violent revulsion,

The overwhelming nausea and useless heaving of my insides,

It was a rude awakening to another meaning behind the words ‘motherly love’.

I think I was sick an entire day, but I cannot remember,

I did not utilize it as a mode of discipline for my own children,

Even though it turned out to be effective for her,

I don’t agree, and refuse to buy bar soap to this day.

Funny what you remember, huh. Bless her soul. 🙂

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Silent Reign (A Poem About Love)


A sensuous flare,

A hypnotic stare,

A soul to care,

A crime unfair…

Tomorrow lies there, our time capsule, we wait,

Men of flesh, the material world,

A stalemate.

Miracles unwind, malaligned, undefined,

A dimension of time, an encounter of mime,

To meet in a place, so suspended in space,

No worries, existence no longer a race,

Views once important now leaving no trace.

A staggering grin, a romantic glare,

Seemingly wrought out of pain and despair,

Clouds of crystalline rains shower new ways to cope,

As it rains, know what’s reigning is this world’s new hope.

Precious, treasured joys of life,

Far away, yet very near,

The ties we bind, All the love we find,

So hidden in our fear.

2012 ©

My Education

education_loveMy Education

This “War On Terror” and “The War On Drugs”

Creating a much more sophisticated thug,

And though prison is big business in the “land of the free”,

Let’s not run from the truth about all that we see.

All dressed up in warehouse gear,

With a touch of arrogance to cover the fear,

As they wait to be judged, the most of them find,

Their life’s been mapped out by society’s sick mind.

Yet they all wait in line, being tossed to the side,

It’s quite cunning, the way that we twist the word “guide”.

For some, will reap more than a free life would have brought,

The foundations of love out here no longer taught,

Minimum, medium and maximum stays,

Rape the future of so many lost yesterdays…

Tomorrows unseen await mystically hid,

Will we find better ways to undo what we did?

Could we manage to open our hearts and our minds,

And uncover the intelligence we were meant to find?

Why do our schools neglect to educate?

Our young people full of fear,

Full of violence and hate.

But what could we expect?

Do we teach them to live lives of honesty, and compassion…?

Do you see that we have enough if it to ration?

Do we make a priority of things that we touch

With our heart…More important than the riches we clutch?

Do we emphasize kindness, not envy and greed?

No.

We find it more important that they all learn to read.

In this land of the free and the home of the brave,

Do we teach independence to ones that fall astray?

Do we seek out the differences and build a firm base for a child that’s different?

No.

We simply erase.

We erase all the beauty when we close our eyes,

When we don’t take the time to be patient, more wise,

But diversity lives where possibility lies,

And another young life sees the warehouse disguise.

As I wait in this prison I envision a day,

When society sees the light I see today,

There are only two things that can happen ahead,

We can salvage what’s left of love…

Or render it dead…

In the hands of the children, sits diversity’s chance,

To uncover the genius within humanity’s dance,

And for us now the elders, our atonement could guide

All the lost that have suffered due to learning false pride.

If the true heart of liberty fosters the cure,

It will lead countries to peace and the world from all war,

If we help men let go of the pain from their past,

Brave new worlds will shine through on this Earth,

…LOVE WILL LAST.

Copyright© Liz Peterson-Braveheart

Imagination is key…

…and the Cat in The Hat too.

rasb2

When I was a kid, I use to love Dr. Seuss books. The story lines were fun but the illustrations were awesome. This pine tree resembles some of the illustrated trees he is famous for. Such books as “How the grinch stole Christmas”, “The Lorax” , “Oh, the places you’ll go!”, “And to think I saw that on Mulberry street”.

If you read any of these books as a child or currently read them to your kids, then you can see the artistic shape in this tree. And it should remind you of the times you sat down and read a Dr. Seuss book.

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