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Filtered view of our all-seeing eyes
Perceiving the world through azure skies
Seeming clarity of a natural
fact
Blue sky illusion -- the sky's really black!!!


© 2025 Daniel I.Tucker
We live in our own individual and social bubbles, and in worldwide bubbleland.
Not being negative, just factual. But there is always hope!
1
My name is Tom. I live with mom.
I have some Giant issues.
I'm such a wreck. Hang on a sec.
I need some Giant tissues.

#2
When I sneeze, there's such a breeze.
Trees and houses tumble.
They get so mad, it makes me sad
To hear the people grumble.

#3
I'd run and hide, but last I tried,
I fell and hit the ground.
The valley rumpled, the mountains crumpled—
You should have heard the sound.

#4
A young boy, only two—
I was the same as you.
I was bigger by three
And by four,
I grew more—
I was almost as tall as a tree.

#5
It’s hard to sit,
find clothes that fit,
And friends?
I’ve never had one.
They’re scared of me,
But they can’t see—
I am really fun.

#6
One morning,
without warning,
a storm began to brew.
The rain fell,
the river swelled,
and thunder rumbled through.

#7
The river rose, it spilled and flowed—
It rushed right through the town.
The people screamed,
the houses leaned,
And fences tumbled down.

#8
I stomped my foot—
a hole I put
in a field by the town.
One stomp did make
a giant lake,
must be two acres round.

#9
The river waned,
despite the rain.
The people stood and cheered.
“Oh, so brave—
the town he saved,
the Giant that they feared!”

#10
Smiling faces,
welcome places
greet me every day.
My troubles ended,
now befriended—
they invited me to stay.

#11
Ten years have passed,
my friends at last—
in peace and love I live.
I wake each day,
searching for a way
to my friends, a gift to give.

#12
One final thought—
the love I sought
was always mine to claim.
“My friend,” said Elf,
“just love yourself,
and your story ends the same.”
I wrote a children's book.  I teach grades K-8 so I'm at similar level of maturity.  I hope your inner child enjoys this!
  May 18 Michael Murphy
Nobody
.
why do i always have to fall in love with the people who will never love me
im sorry i can't control it. i just want it to end
The Magical Man
With a wave of his hand
Stops the world
As he fiddles and tinkers

He gives youth to the old
Comforts the cold
Feeds the hungry and gives drinks to the drinkers

He then cures the sick
With a smile
so quick

For the sad and disabled
He makes room at the table

BUT there's still work
As he ponders
Walking and wanders

What to do?
What to do?
What to do with

The racists, hate-haters
The for-fun agitators
The mean and the greedy
The liars and seedy

But the good will go where
With none to compare

Will they even be needed
With the bad so depleted

So the Magical Man
With a wave of hand
Simply smiled
All his changes deleted
Sometimes I wish for Super Powers because if they do exist. Somebody is asleep at the switch.
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