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Thinking Unconstrained

Expressing the common human experience. Topics focus on internal viewpoints to bring attention to the important things to us as individuals and as a family of enlightened creatures.
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By Blueback
#125
Everyday is a good day to play ball...

Jack and Jill, went up the hill, to fetch the ball they're after,
Jack had kicked it and Jill wanted it, so we'll see who's faster,
Then the ball came down, down the hill, rolling past one another,
"You're much too slow - quickly now - get it before it goes even further",
So Jack and Jill ran down the hill, to fetch it with each other,
And got it before it hit the road, and let out a sigh of relief together.

Although... Sometimes we don't like to move at all...

Humpty dumpty, sat on the wall,
Humpty dumpty, don't care at all,
And all the children and the parents then,
Couldn't get Humpty to come down again.

Or we just like to easy ride through the neighborhood for a while...

Tinkle tinkle little trike, how I love to ride you like,
Down the street flashing by, like a blur 'cause I can fly,
Tinkle tinkle little bike, how I'm going to blast a strike.

Don't anyone say we can't concentrate, because we definitely can....

Ring around Rosie, we've got pockets full of sweeties,
A tissue! A tissue! Our mouth's smudged brown.

Oh, and just because you think something's dirty, you know, that's just your opinion...

Mary has a little hand, a little hand, a little hand,
Mary has a little hand, and it's full of dirt.
Mary's playing a little game, a little game, a little game,
Mary's playing a little game, but why in the mud?

And if it's not dirt, it's water, and we know you don't like either...

Row, row, row your boat, gently in the puddle,
Merrily merrily, merrily, merrily, don't you go tattle!

But sometimes it's just way too funny though...

Hey, diddle, diddle, the boy with the fiddle,
The dog jumped over the fence,
The little girl laughed to see such fun,
And the dad ran after forgetting his pants.

Just in case you forgot - pranks are great - everyone knows that...

The itsy bitsy spider crawled down the open shirt,
Up went the mother, who beat the spider out,
Up came the shoes, and screaching all around,
And the itsy bitsy rascal ran off to the playground.
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By Red Reine
#126
Little red riding hood set off down the road,
To pick up from her granny a basket full of scones,
Grumpy as she was but she had to carry the load,
For her mother was working diligently down to her bones.

Along her trail up forest lane avenue,
Out popped a rapscallion who claimed he saw a wolf,
"I swear, I saw a wolf, it was BIIIIIIGGG", but she knew,
Never to trust the scampy boy whose village nickname is "Woof".

Thanks for the warning, but she had to get going,
That's her grandma's house just beyond appearing,
Knock, knock, or was it a ding-dong ringing?
No matter, the door was open, so no use loitering.

"Welcome in my pretty, have a seat, join your cousins",
Hansel and Gretel barely look up with their mouths full of raisins,
"Oh, what large relatives I have, grandma",
She loves her grandchildren that's for sure - for grandma, thy true name is enigma.

In came the burly father, to collect his brood and to say hello to his mother,
He briefly mentioned "Woof", and his wild sightings of Bigfoot,
Before telling Hansel to drop the pastry and to put on his sweater,
While Gretel stuffed her pockets full of granny's secret loot.

Out came the gang out of the gingerbread house,
The Hamlin square looked as if it needed a mouse,
So the Pied Piper set off his jingle of the ice-cream van,
And the children came flooding in from all over to that man.

With a basket of scones in one hand, and an ice-cream on the other,
Little red riding hood returned back home to her mother,
Just another adventure of a late summer day, or rather,
That is surely to end, as they happily lived ever after.
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By Red Reine
#127
"Tag! You're it! EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!"
Watch out for the crocodile, watch out for its teeth!
It may like to lumber but it can sprint right at ya!
Quick! Get up the ship before it has a chance to getcha!

Captain Morgan, Captain Sparrow, Hook and even Blackbeard,
All aboard the Joli Rouge making faces at the gator,
Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice - "Hey, can I be a bird"?
"You can be a pterodactyl!" - "What's that? Is it some kind of a flyer?"

Down comes Tyrannosaurus, Carnotaurus, Spinosaurus, and Mosasaurus,
To give a hunter's chase to the little thanksgiving Turkeysaurus,
But a secret weapon unveils - "Floor is lava!", and so the dinos burn,
Except for the hovering winged bird who happily wins the turn.

In the meanwhile upon the grassy green, civilization progresses,
Sacajawea the explorer tells of her exploits in the west,
Of her harrowing journey and guidance through the dangerous passes,
With Tiger Lily taking notes, as psychiatrists naturally tend to do best.

"Tell me about your childhood", asks the good Neverlandian doctor,
Pocahontas proceeds to relate her long diplomatic career,
Of the difficult language barriers and of cultural faux-pas,
About how it all led to her ambassadorial au revoir.

But the ladies agree that the session is now at an end,
They must rejoin the savages before they have a chance to rend,
They'll destroy everything if left to their own devices,
Best to intervene before they have a mid-child crisis.

"What are you playing?" - "Pirates and dinosaurs",
"Can we play ponies instead?" - "Yeah! We can eat the ponies!"
And so the dinosaurs are resurrected, and the little ponies scamper,
All's well that ends well - oh, well - play on January till December.
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By Blueback
#128
"One, two, three.. One hundred! Here I come!"
Where could they be hiding? The usual spots, I'm sure.
Listen for the giggles, they're certainly in the home.
As stealthy as a snake, or maybe use a lure?

Look for bumps or open doors to a closet or a room,
Strange sounds come eerily from next to the broom.
Rustling and shifting is bound to capture,
Attention! What's that! Time to put on the proverbial pressure.

Behind the curtains, that's a favorite hiding place of mine.
Hush, don't breathe so loud or it'll give us away and be a sign!
I see an approaching figure through the thin sheet fabric,
Please don't yank it open! I'm about to drop an underpants brick!

"Found ya!" Honestly, the curtains are way too easy!
But I know better than that, they'll never find me here.
Under the bed is definitely the best place to be,
If you don't mind the dust and the monsters in there!

Or a better place you know, is where no one else can stay,
Like where I am hiding - in a box only I can fit,
Only problem is, you can't breathe in this way,
Maybe crack open the lid - just for a little bit?

The heavy howling winds huff and puff on the window,
Little pigs with their chinny chin chins are busy playing in their burrow,
The fun will certainly go on even early into tomorrow,
If nobody stops them now and make their brows furrow.

"That's it! Go to bed!", you heard the boss - does that ever work?
Eventually it does, one would hope, isn't that so - right?
If you can find them that is, so put on those slippers, pick up that torch,
"Why can't they play an easier game - like red light green light?"
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By Red Reine
#129
Grido, gridiano, tutti gridiamo - per il Gelato!
Gimme now, gimme some-o-dat sweet cioccolato!
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis-boom-bah!
Pistacchio, bianco, yessiree - sirah!

Bow-wow-wow I want that candy!
Why yi-yi-yi, I want it, Sandy!
Endless summer days were made for ice cream!
Oh you better believe it, we're definitely going to scream!

Tell me more, tell me more, is it coated in syrupy frosting?
Tell me more, tell me more, with sprinkles and chocolate shaving?
Does it come in a cone, in one of those huge waffle ones?
Or does it come in a cup? (Uh-huh - just listen to those groans)

Share? With you? That's a tall order,
Double stacked and packed is a tough one to reconsider,
Alright, here's a lick. No? That's not enough?
Fine, get a cup... Wait, that's too big! That's a trough!

Look at those eyes, they've dilated fully,
Look at those paunches, they've distended truly,
Watch for the brains to freeze as the icicles spike,
Wait for the sugar to rush, to make its imminent hike.

WhooHoo! Release the gates! Pump those crazy legs!
Running sucrose pinatas, colorfully smeared bee magnets,
Brown on the cheeks, white on the pants,
Blue in the hair? Wait, are those things... Ants?!

Three hours and counting, the high comes down crashing,
Time flies whizzing past when eating a delicious sundae,
Satisfied and tired - must slow down - the exhausted feeling,
Body quickly sinking, moving on to a lazying about Sunday.

Sugar... Oh, icy creamy, I'm about to hurl,
And you got me wanting you.
Cream... Oh, sugar, sugar, I'm about to unfurl,
And you got me melting all over you.
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By Blueback
#130
Hoycules, what is best in life?
"To crush the eggs, to see them beaten before you,
And to hear the munching of the pancakes in my mouth."
This is the true origin of breakfast crepes.

Flour playing with milk
Eggs swim laughing Buddha like
Spring onion roll ka?


Under the cherry blossom, Kwai Chang slashes a sharp flute note...

And what is the secret of the flying pan?
It is a mystery of temperature,
You must learn of its riddle, learn of its discipline,
For no-one in this world can you trust - with handling the pan.

Iron hot butter
First cake always turns burnt brown
Cannot win kana


Illumined by the campfire light, Bill's yokobue pierces the silence...

Confucius agrees for he says, wise is the parent who bakes,
But wiser is the parent who makes pancakes.
Teach a child to eat pancakes,
And you feed the child a well made breakfast.

Golden hill above
Ornate plate dressed to marry
Harvestial wedding


Nostalgic breeze sways the bamboo forest to melancholy...

Master Ueshiba and master Masamune consult with master Sun Tzu,
"What is the best way to win a mortal battle?"
After much deliberation, the masters all agree,
Offer a hearty breakfast your enemy cannot refuse.

Fork and knife dance well
Tempered steel cuts ignorance
Snow falls blood runs high


Hushed breaths listen for the lone kabuki to drum the tsuzumi...