All my poems are dedicated to my son. 

STARDUST

You asked me my identity - I'm human.
You asked me what my color is - I'm beige.
My wealth is measured by my empathy, my knowledge and acumen,
And my religion is to serve the human race

My blood type is the one that carries stories
Of ancient scholars, heroes and my blood type matches yours,
Because we both are made of stardust mixed with water
And our common address is the planet earth.

PROGRESS

I'm lucky to be born in era of antibiotics, 
What would I do if I had strep few hundred years ago?
I'm lucky to be born in era of TV - it's nearly hypnotic, 
In era of the airplanes or travel would be way too slow.

I'm thankful to all those who've sacrificed
Their time, their wealth and often their lives
To study how the earth spins and how nutrients metabolized,
And left me with the gift of microscope, the light bulbs and the wind turbines. 

But most of all I'm thankful to whoever 
Developed internet, the code, the database though I don't know their names. 

Because I can't imagine how I ever
​Could live without all my video games.  

PING PONG

Like peanut butter sandwich with no jelly,
Like no nom nom inside my belly,
Like playing games without friends,
Shoe Laces with unmatched ends,
Like table tennis with no ball, 
Burrito that is not a roll,
And like a chorus with no song,
​Ping makes no sense without Pong.
Boxy diamond, boxy sword, 
Boxy is entire world, 
Boxy cake and boxy bread,
Boxy is my own head!

Boxy pig and boxy horse,
Boxy all my power source.
Boxy chicken in boxy nest,
On top of boxy brown chest. 

I built my own boxy home
With boxy bed and boxy foam,
With boxy river and boxy raft
My boxy heaven called Minecraft. ​

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She's beautiful and fit, she looks so young
I saw her on TV the other day with kids, they were having fun
How can she ever be FIRST lady?
She would have been at least one thousand years old already!

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It's dry and sunny day today
I could go swim, I could go play
But I would rather only walk
Yes! Only walk and no more talk!

I'll go and catch some pokey stuff
Like Wigglytuff and Igglybuff
Into my awesome pokey ball
Oh yes, I gotta catch them all!

I'll walk till I can't feel my legs!
You ask me why??
​I gotta hatch my eggs!

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There was a time when I was small
That was the time I had it all
the toys, the friends, the Lucky pants

Oh lucky pants, they were so fine
they helped me climb the tallest pine
I wore them every day to school
and all the kids thought I was cool

I’d wear my lucky pants to sleep
I wore them cruising on a ship
My pants were sweet, I could not lie!
Sometimes they even shared my pie

My lucky pants, they were so funny
because they tickled my tummy
One day they made me laugh so much
I couldn’t finish up my lunch

When I was cold or hurt my toesy
My pants were warm and snug and cozy
They cheered me up when I was sad
They cooled me down when I was mad
They’d pet a friendly neighbor cat
They would protect me from a rat

Oh lucky pants, I could go on
but all that fun is long long gone
One day the pants became too short
My legs got cold, my heart was hurt

But even though I got too tall
they keep me lucky, hanging on my wall. ​

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White lacy pony the frost left on my window glass
The little baby pony ate snowflakes for the grass
He looked into the starry night and called out for the frost to come
From cold and snowy Lacy Land and bring along his mom

The stars heard little pony's cry and formed a constellation,
So that the pony's mom could see her son in their formation
They shined the light with all their might onto the lacy pony
 For pony's mom to find her son who's feeling so so lonely 

The quiet breezy winter wind abruptly made a howl
The frost came back and wrapped the foal into a snowy towel
Frost took the lacy pony back to snowy Lacy Land
​The stars lit up the path with sparkle for their new lacy friend

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What fits into a crayon box?
A pair of socks, an orange fox,
A fluffy bunny chasing bear
Mad Hatter with no time to spare

A midnight sky with shiny stars,
A race track with a bunch of cars,
A happy friend's hand drawn card
From his best friend who's good at art.

How can a little box allow all this to store?
When you start drawing you will fit it all and more...