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With a hop, skip and jump, Algy landed in the midst of the beautiful glowing grasses which lit up the drier areas of the peat bogs and moorland when the sun managed to shine in the latter part of the year.
As he floated on a sea of autumn colour, Algy revelled in the fabulous patchwork of his bed, for he was surrounded by every possible hue of russet, red and gold, with accents of tantalising green still mixed in to provide a palette which any painter would be justly proud of.
Resting gently on the soft grasses, Algy resolved to spend a lazy Sunday just drifting and dreaming, while there was still some warmth in the world. As he dozed happily in a golden reverie, sometimes half awake and sometimes half asleep, a sweet wee verse he had once read in a book kept repeating itself over and over in his head, like the comforting drone of the bees somewhere out of sight on the last remaining heather:
Golden in the garden, Golden in the glen, Golden, golden, golden September’s here again! Golden in the tree tops, Golden in the sky— Golden, golden, golden September’s going by!
Algy hopes that you will all have a happy, lazy Sunday too 🧡
[Algy is quoting September, a wee rhyme by the little known early 20th century American children's poet Annette Wynne.]
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Poem for my daughter by Teddy Macker
#alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry#poem#poetry#poems#poet#poets#anthology#tumblr poetry#poem of the day#poetry blog#poem for my daughter#teddy macker#poemblr#poetblr#poems for children#parenthood#poems for parenting
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"if you were a rosebud i'd help you grow, if you were a myth you'd be achilles and i, thetis, if you were a iphigenia i would be clytemnestra, if you were troilus i would be apollo for you, if the sun rises or the moon comes to take you from me i shall rest your body at peace" -i wrote a poem for my honorary kid i adore he is my little sunshine <3
#poem#original poem#poems and poetry#greek mythology#love poem#poetic#poetry#poems on tumblr#poems for children#poetry on tumblr
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November Moon
Might be a sweet one for your littles to learn:)
Slung low Shining bright November moon Good night
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A poem written by Marcellus Williams about Palestine.
Despite DNA evidence proving his innocence, he was executed on September 24, 2024.
#The State of Missouri Has Executed an Innocent Man#our struggles are connected#Marcellus Williams#The Perplexing Smiles of the Children of Palestine#the children of Palestine#free palestine#palestine#justice#us politics#politics#poems and poetry#poem#poetry#writing#words#prose
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I want black children to be seen as children and not treated like adults. I don’t want black boys to be targeted as black men or black girls to be written off as “acting too grown.”
I want them to pursue their interests and dreams and not have anyone stand in their way. I want them to grow up and only know racism as a thing of the past, something that’s never happened to them.
I want them to be loved, and safe, and supported and respected.
I want a better world for our black children.
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happy 9th undertale anniversary, everyone. :)
#undertale#undertale newsletter#undertale anniversary#ut#asriel#asriel dreemurr#asriel undertale#chara#chara dreemurr#chara undertale#photoshop flowey#flowey#flowey undertale#i haven’t drawn anything ut related in years. this poem got me good man#chara was just a kid. asriel was just a kid. they were CHILDREN!!#AUGH#my art#if i had a nickel for every media i’m currently into that features siblings doomed by the narrative#i’d have two nickels#which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice#at least stan and ford get a happy ending 💔
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The Rotted Man
When I was a child of only three The Rotted man came for me late one night from my open door he slowly crept across the floor he took me by the hand and said I’ll save you from this life of dread we left the house in the early morn and took his carriage of blackened thorn we rode for hours through thick dense fog to a darkened unlit swamp filled bog where top-less trees with hanging moss were shields from the unseen winter frost the thick wet heat from the dense cool air crept up your back and through your hair he took me to his house of bones on a path laid with cobble stones upon his door hung a head of a child with hair of fiery red his hall was bathed in blood red tile the walls were stacks of flesh in piles He told me of his protective view and begged that I should join him too He smiled and through his rotted lips I saw a thousand children’s fingertips He promised me the world would pay and told me that I could stay Then we entered a smaller room and the rotted man gave me a red balloon Then I saw my mom through tinted glass The man with her was talking fast The tears were pouring from her eyes The man then held her while she cried Then the Rotted man did the strangest thing, He sat down with me and began to sing. A soft nice tune that filled my head With puppy dogs and fresh baked bread It was then I notice that the rotted man Was simply old and had a tan, And then my mom burst in the room The feel of warmth, her sweet perfume She hugged me tight and swore to me From here on out, Dad would let us be. No more bruises no more fights, No more screaming in the night, The rotted man had saved our lives, By taking those who beat their wives, And children that cry when they’re dropped, And are beaten senseless until they stop, I thank the Rotted man a lot, And never have I forgot, That the thing I feared, saved my life, They had found my father with a knife, There are real horrors on this earth, Some are subjected to them at birth, We were saved by a man made of rot, I was lucky, but many are not.
by thelirivalley
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conversations in eden
#sky children of the light#sky children fanart#sky cotl#sky cotl alef#prince alef#sky cotl resh#IDK IF THIS MAKES SENSE HELPP#original quote is from frank bidart's half light: collected poems
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Wisława Szymborska, “Children of Our Age”, View with a Grain of Sand (trans. Stanisław Barańczak & Clare Cavanagh)
#either way you're talking politics#quotes#poems#poetry#wislawa szymborska#children of our age#view with a grain of sand#of war and violence#typography#id included#reading#polish lit#m#x
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The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.
#also idk how to tell you this but even if it were true. wealthy children potentially sacrificing their educational careers to protest is#a good thing actually. idk how to tell you that caring about people from other nations is good#personal#“this war has nothing to do with most students cuz nobody's getting drafted” idk how to explain to you that we should be angry#that our tuitions of 10s of thousands of dollars that we pay every year for an education is being used to fund a genocidal campaign#also the implication that if you go to a uni institution you are automatically privileged by participation no matter your bg#i didn't /want/ to go to this school. i was supposed to go to a school with an art/animation program. but i realized my immigrant#parents have been working their whole lives to get me here. and turning the opportunity down would be a disservice to their sacrifice#this is getting into convos of “what 2nd gen kids owe their parents” which is different for everyone but. yeah#i just get pissed off at seeing people misrepresenting student bodies as “wealthy” and “privileged” and “elite” when it's such a blatant li#i remember a year ago a friend told me they can't fly home to hong kong for winter break because the plane tickets are too expensive#so they have to find temporary housing around the area#last quarter for a film doc class my film partner made a doc on a small group of marxist grad students from india discussing praxis#during a rally a few months ago in response to police presence the coalition invited palestinian students to speak about their experiences#and lead songs and read poems they wrote. these are STUDENTS. are they elitist too?#this is not to disregard my own personal privilege either.#this whole narrative's just to rationalize a lack of empathy to me. seeing a 19yo student get shot by a rubber bullet and your first#reaction is “HAW! HAW! bet richy rich didn't see THAT coming when she put on her terrorist hood!”#newsflash. these big uni campuses are HAUNTED by the violence of past protests and revolutions and police brutality. we know.#why do you think these coalitions have been making reinforced barricades at record speed
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Misty mourning
“What a sorrowful sight to see…
The bloodshed of the night before,
the battle that raged.
The aftermath in the morning,
when the light peaks through the clouds
and everything can be seen.
What misty mourning will ensue…”
#skykid#skyblr#sky cotl#sky children of the light#wasteland elder#sky tsadi#art blog#concept art#fan art#artist#my art#character artist#small artist#artists on tumblr#digital artist#rendered art#original poem#character#art#favorite character
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this one is fun enough to get a post to itself. you've got to serve, stardust
#was in a particularly dry lecture with a very enthusiastic lecturer when drawing this which i think. the vibes were channelled.#person with the cadence you use to read children a story holding 50 mostly mature students hostage at 3:55 pm: im going to read a poem :)#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#isat#isat fanart#isat loop#isat siffrin#sifloop#doodlebyte#traditional art#technically isiloops or isafrin bc of the earrings but im not tagging that
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“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma.
He was born and raised in Al-Shaboura Palestinian Refugee Camp, in the Gaza Strip. He lives there to this day. Before Israel’s latest war crimes, he worked as a school teacher and writer.
#this one really hurts#the children of Gaza#elevating Palestinian voices#khaled juma#free gaza#free palestine#oh rascal children of gaza#palestinian genocide#palestinian art#palestine#palestinians#palestinian poetry#poems#poetry#art#writing#words
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I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
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