Childish Thoughts (haiku form) (poem) by Regis Auffray on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 15, 2014

I can relate very well to this one. At age 9 I wanted to stay there forever, remembering walking down our back yard to a rose bush and saying I want to stay nine, in a way, I think I've accomplished that in some ways. As for somewhere in heaven, I tried that and it wasn't my time, I was a very lucky person in that one way.

Reviewed by Lena Kovadlo

Reviewed on March 13, 2013

What you express in this poem is so true. As kids we don't really have anything to worry about and we are carefree. When we grow up there are all these problems we have to deal with, all these things we have to worry about that sometimes we wish we were kids again. At least that is the case with me time and again. Things are much easier, much simpler when we are kids. Wish it was that way throughout our entire lives. Thanks for sharing this poem. I am sure everyone can relate to it in one way or another.

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on August 5, 2010

I THINK WE ALL CAN RELATE TO WANTING TO BE 'GROWN UP' WHEN WE WERE CHILDREN...WE'D LIE ABOUT OUR AGE AND TELL SOMEONE WE WERE OLDER THAN WE REALLY WERE...BUT NOW? WELL, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT HEAVEN, BUT I SURE WISH I COULD GO BACK WITH THE WISDOM THAT I HAVE NOW ACQUIRED...BOY! WOULD THERE BE A BIG DIFFERENCE IN HOW I LIVED MY LIFE! GREAT 'THOUGHT PROVOKER'...SO ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING, LOVE AND BLESSINGS, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on January 14, 2010

Reg, this warms the heart..and how true, the innocents of a child is one to behold, LOVE the photo, smiles light up this page :)

Reviewed by Nicole Weaver

Reviewed on July 27, 2009

Regis,
Great write! My sentiment precisely!
Nicole

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on October 17, 2008

Regis,

Great photo; great Haiku . . . always penning to a new standard!!

Best regards,

Lance

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on July 24, 2008

you still could be-i wish i could show you that xxx michelle

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on January 6, 2008

A bit ironic, isn't it? So true! The grass is always greener.... If you tell a child to appreciate the simplicity of their life, they think you're crazy because they want to be grown up. Greatly realistic, Regis!
Sheila

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on April 15, 2007

Don't leave just yet, Regis. There is too much you have left to write. Your theme here is universal. Wishing to be grown up when we are children. Childhood seemed endless. excellent Liz

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on June 12, 2005

Wow- what sweet thoughts Reg.That is why you Sound like an Awesome Adult, with the memories that you never left you. HuGs 2 U- Lady,SheeeOXO...

Reviewed by john zimmerman

Reviewed on April 19, 2004

another good write

I like the way that you have used the meditated aspects of the haiku form.

john+

Reviewed by Kijuana Henry (Reader)

Reviewed on April 18, 2004

Your children are beautiful! Becca talks
about you sometimes. Says you are a nice and cool guy!
(Smile) Your Haiku is really great! I may just
get an author position and beat out Bek's!
(grin)
KJ

Reviewed by Fr. Kurt Messick

Reviewed on February 13, 2004

a good thought, a good construction

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on January 24, 2004

When I was a child...glad I don't recall those turbulent times of pain, but it sounds as if your childhood was much better and I can tell by the picture, your children are having a wonderful childhood with an intelligent Dad to guide them through to their adult years.
Keep them close, Regis, don't let them out into the world, they are not children forever...Peace, Ed & rufuz

Reviewed by Marilyn Seray

Reviewed on January 16, 2004

Ah...if only...if just for an hour
nice poem, nice memories

Reviewed by Denise Edwards

Reviewed on January 15, 2004

"When I was a child my soul soared and I felt free!
A line we all can relate to! Great write, Regis!
(Beautiful kids:)

Reviewed by Andrea Da Costa (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2004

Just beautiful Regis! I especially love this verse:

"When I was a child
I found many a marvel
In simplicity"

Oh to have those eyes again.
Andrea

Reviewed by Floreann Cawley

Reviewed on January 12, 2004

wonderful..Floreann

Reviewed by S H (Reader)

Reviewed on January 11, 2004

Nice poem Regis. I can relate :)

Reviewed by Zenith Elliott

Reviewed on January 9, 2004

Beautifully don, Regis! ~Z~

Reviewed by Christine Morell

Reviewed on January 9, 2004

This is so beautiful, Regis and enhanced by the form.
~Chrissie :)

Reviewed by Trixie Love

Reviewed on January 9, 2004

Hi Regis,
Oh yes, the good ole
childhood memories...

Great write as always.

Trixie :)

Reviewed by Nancy D.

Reviewed on January 8, 2004

I still have the child in me, that will never change, excellent thoughts.

Nancy

Reviewed by P. Michaels (Reader)

Reviewed on January 8, 2004

I know that feeling. You expressed it well. Regis.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on January 8, 2004

Regist this is great
wonderful poetry

William

Reviewed by Karen Gallo

Reviewed on January 8, 2004

How True !

Thanks
Karen

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on January 8, 2004

It seems life is this way. Most realize too late how great being a child is.
good work Regis

best wishes

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Regis...thanks for sharing this my friend....excellent!!!!!!

Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

This is great, Regis. Remembering what it was like to be a child makes us better parents. ~~Bonnie Q

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Uplifting and so joyfully written. Great write!

Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Unto the Soul Child, Regis,

Thou hast cast memories upon the water�s mirror to which I found joy within thy words. What a marvel be thy collection of Haiku! Tis always a great pleasure to set eyes upon thy writings. I hast missed them much.

{Keep on smiling, my friend!}

♫Lady Jaclynn � maid of the poet forest

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

This is great Regis, I really enjoyed reading this. As I read the little boy in me was laughing. The little guy loves to play, he has really made my life great. Our bodies grow up, but sometimes that's about it. When I'm a hundred years old, the little boy inside me will barely be 10. As far as heaven goes, children seem to find heaven on earth, and wish for the real thing. It's so disappointing when a child grows up and faces hell on earth. You figure it, take care G

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

I TRASK Some How Made It to 18 But Never Got Past 23,i.e.TRULY_

You Must Never Let Go Of Your Thought's Of Being That CHILD It Is As How You May Only Enter Therein Kingdom (Heaven) Of (God)_

Tear's For Your Little Children!

TRASK

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

This was tender and beautiful, lovely,

Reindeer

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Such a beautifully caring write Regis! I love the photo too!We all wish for the innocence of childhood!
(Thanks for your concern Regis;-)

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Regis, Tender loving caring words..being an innocent child, in heaven or not..would be wonderful..our memories of childhood never leave us. Great write! Lisa

Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Regis... I, too!!!! I used to think that being a child again would be heaven... but I really don't want to be a child again, unless it is somewhere in heaven... thank you for this, Regis... stay true to your pen.... stay strong...
In Spirit,
Bear

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Now I am grown up
I wish that I were a child
Somewhere in heaven

OH YES..join the club..I believe many would want to do the same..
ty Regis..
Fab piece..

vesna :)

Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

OOOH this is great work....great writing....beautiful verses...meaningful.....and I love the darlings in the picture and the picture title...wonderful work Regis....floria

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

(((Regis)))

Magnifique, mon ami! Lovely write!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D

Tried to rate this earlier, but was having problems; hope I get in this time! LOL

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

(((regis)))

tres magnifique, mon ami *BRAVO*

(((HUGS))) and love,

karla. :)

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Very deep touching thoughts Regis!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

You've expressed a very universal feeling, here. I think writers are probably very lucky in that respect. We can capture the child in us. I think you did with this poem.

Carmen

Reviewed by Crystal-Rain Love

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

LOVED this and I relate to this more than you know.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Wonderful thoughts I'd say, Regis. Think I like Number 3 the best!

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Can I come over and borrow some crayons?

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

The wonderment of being a child. The beautiful thoughts revealed. Great write indeed.

Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)

Reviewed by Larry Rochelle

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

You have me wondering: what would a child do in heaven? Thanks, Regis, loved the photo.

Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

WONDERFUL Haiku collection..!
Thanks for sharing this...
Debashish

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

Innocence of childhood, well expressed, do we ever grow up or just use the toy's for raing the earth, and murdering, slaughtering those who can't fight back..are the fools wise and the wise fools?

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on January 7, 2004

My friend, life is an irreversible process in which cells die out of atrophication. But as indicated in your last verse of the poem, you can restart as a child in the life hereafter and in heaven if god allows you to do that.