Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that emotional scar? '
'The kids will all laugh at the rust.
When we race, I'll be left in the dust!
I will save up some cash
then we'll make a mad dash
to the car dealer surely you trust'.
'He will make us a wonderful deal
and I'm sure you will know how I feel.
I will love you so much,
My siblings... I won't touch.
Just get me behind a new wheel'!
Now she'll be cruisin in style.
She'll be happy for only awhile.
There will always be better
and we'll try hard to get her
a car that will make princess smile.
God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…
who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again
I do not know?
I never wanted it to be this way, I never wanted to feel the pain. Bruises all over me.
Invisible but I can see them.
You hurt me everywhere. My heart is shattered and the blood has frozen. But I won't be
Stare at me like this all you want. Try and hurt me with your words just as long as you
don't use fists.
I don't ever want to be your victim. I refuse to be one of those few girls who end up
losing their whole world.
Love isn't supposed to hurt, but maybe I was just naive because the moment I loved you my
heart never stopped bleeding.
I won't be your victim, I won't run away. If you have something to say I won't avoid it.
I'm not scared I can take whatever you try to throw.
Don't hold back I promise you I will not cry. The moon is shining just like all the
diamonds that you called pretend love I can't even imagine why I fell so hard.
It's never clear until the glass of water is gone. But now that you've gulped me to the
last I want you to know I won't be your victim.
I kissed vulnerability goodbye the very last time I cried over you and I won't be your
victim your not even worth it.
If you feel like you must shove a door in my butt but don't make me afraid because I
don't want to be I don't want to be your victim.
Let go of my hand so I can peacefully drive away if you want me to I can drive over you
as well. But don't make it seem like i'm causing you pain because it's obvious to see
that I've been a victim and it's a shame.
But I don't want to be it anymore then you so just let me go and I won't have to run. I
promised you forever I laugh at this now you were never eternity love in my mind.
I kept counting until the madness in ourselves would corrupt. Tears flash down my eyes
as I speed down the lanes. Two bottles of Gin and I think i'm going insane.
It wasn't until I crashed into a tree that I realized I was never your victim I was
merely your suicide mission.
Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.
Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.
Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.
Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.
Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?
Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.
The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.
The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.
Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.
Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.
Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.
When I was young, an urban lass, and not gregarious,
I’d never dream of speaking to a stranger on a bus.
I’d sit, demure, my eyes downcast, and hope quite desperately
That none of those weird passengers would try accosting me.
But, now I’m “fair and forty” (ish!) I’m bolder, and what’s more,
I’ve lived so long in Somerset I’d clean forgot mum’s law …
Until I went to London town to see my student daughter;
She lectured me for doing what I really didn’t oughta!
“You shouldn’t, mum! It isn’t safe!” she cried, in some alarm.
“Some folk round here are really strange. you might have come to harm!”
I’m sorry I upset her, but I carried on regardless.
I found most folks in London are quite friendly … even harmless.
Oh! I do love London Transport, and its camaraderie!
I had such fun, and lots of laughs and all completely free (!)
But now I’m home, I realise …
That weirdo, then,
Extraordinary, I am
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding the gift I shouldn't fought
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
The food of my soul
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart
. Cutting off its top
inside the flesh so fresh
and easy to scoop out
art hides intentions
for the model's on my mind
depicting her face
her scowl, monstrous frown
"my daughter needs..."
"my daughter deserves..."
Onto the outside surface
and enjoying my thoughts
sharp knife to hollow
out the gourd, the pulp
oh! dexterous spoon
Madness shines in its design
"If my daughter would have thought..."
"If my daughter had listened to me..."
Her scornful smile, her last
of orange teeth, putrid breath
As the natural
empty and scary
At night a light will be placed
inside...deep... to illuminate
or perhaps an ardent candle
to burn from within
I still listen to her
"What is he doing instead of..."
And I smile like Jack...
It's just fictional! Mine is my second Mom. : ) She better be... : )
Teeny tiny tornado....
Pretty fits of laughter....
She shreds the house to pieces…
I thought I cleaned that!
As I wander behind her
Like a lunatic
picking up the rubbish
that she scatters
with such glee
A gleam of mischievous
in her blue eyes….
“I need sleep!”
“Come back here!”
As she tears through
Wind of wild child
and fits of happy
a universe of little
A cosmic egg of love
a free spirit
So Beautiful her soul
So pure her heart
she is so perfect
when shes sleeping...
So destructive to my home!
Who would have known
Someone so small
could wreck such havoc
on a house and a heart?
“What is that?!"
"Did you pull that
from the toilet?!”
Yep, she did!
Have I mentioned
I need sleep?
Teeny Tiny Tornado....
Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love - Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…
Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…
… Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour
… Boot-Legged Mama
Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !
Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is, A.K.A. …
… Boot-Legged Mama
Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line
… Boot-Legged Mama
Alcohol’s in Trauma; and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !
Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
(and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…
… and be a Boot-Legged Mama!
( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
Boot-Legged Mama ….
Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :) to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels... Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)
(Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)
I do not know?
My little girl, she could not sleep
so toss and turn, she pulled the sheets
and, ba ba black sheep safe in tow
to our dark room she chose to go
A creak of the door and then there she was
she wanted to sleep with us because
she heard a noise, she was too hot,
she tried to sleep but she could not
I hauled her up to our bed at three
before too long she was fast asleep
but I, on the other hand, was wide awake
for, someone did my pillow take
and someone elbowed me all night
and had the blanket pulled too tight
Someone’s hand flopped on my head
(I wished we had a king size bed)
By six I finally gave in and rose
eyes swollen tired and stuffy nose
hair looking like I had lost the war
all out of coffee so I went to the store
and when I got back, when asked how she slept
my little girl sighed, and said “good, except...
I thought I would sleep all snugly and tight
but MOMMA bug kept me UP ALL NIGHT!!!!”
My little Jenny and me
Remembering a time
When Laurel And Hardy
Brought such classics to T.V
My Jenny asked mom can you see me
Just cruising home in a big jelopy
With my Feathered Friend Buddy
Perched on my shoulder and you Yelling
Smile Your On Candid Camera
That had to be such a Jungle Fever back then
Think I liked it better When you used to sing to me
That I'm A Big Girl Now
Just Putzing Around here
with my last 10 poems
But Love to watch
Old Classic comedies on T.V. with Jenny
And Trying To explain to her about Cinema
The Pancakes are ready to eat
My Granddaughter's help was so neat
The eggs she did crack
The smiles did not lack
As eggshells were part of the treat
© 2013 Rick Zablocki
My 4 year old granddaughter helped me make breakfast this am, pancakes from scratch. Lots of fun.
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
There sits my bonnie girl, frilly, lacy, all pink and pretty
She boasts of an enviable collection of cute stuff - all Hello Kitty!
A pearly, stone-studded shiny pink Kitty bracelet
With matching rings and hair clips to tame her silky ringlets,
A stylish pair of pink comfy kitty flip-flops
To go with her smooth stretchy night wear tops!
A sassy little Hello Kitty cross-sling bag she wears
Pairing up with chic pink-framed kitty glares,
Kitty pencils, erasers and rulers in a well-stocked tuck box
Her fancy kitty pouches and folders she invariably locks!
A multi-compartment kitty wallet to hoard her loose change
All geared for summer with her Hello kitty swimming range,
A glittery Kitty lunch box to pack her school snack
As she sets off with her pink kitty back pack,
Water tastes better in a kitty sippy water-bottle
Pink all the way, for nothing else she'll settle!
She'd paint the world kitty pink, if the choice is hers
Well, I wouldn't be surprised if one fine day she purrs!!
19th Jan 2013
As a child I wanted to be a pilot and writer I wasn’t interested in much else.
I became a Marine at 17 a husband at 20, a father at 23 a grandfather at 50
I am a happy middle age fat man with the same wife of 41 years and she
is still all I will ever need. I am blessed. Much more than I deserve
A more than wonderful wife, 2 fantastic daughters and 3 sweet grandchildren.
A son in law that loves my daughter and their children
Oh yea, and a crazy dog.
I can hear our granddaughter asking daddy over the phone
if they can go somewhere after work when he gets home
while her brother and his dog play happily out back
Grandma and aunty entertain the youngest of the pack
and now mommy puts them all in the tub
splashing is followed by laughter and more splashing
and laughter and splashing until all have had a scrub
Just in time for daddy
And that is exactly why I bought this house
Little Laila was on overnight visits to Grandma
Early in the morning Grandma made Sunday breakfast
Little Laila came into the kitchen where the smell of
freshly cooked coffee, freshly baked bread....and "boiled egg"
Little Laila does not like eggs....and says to her Grandma
"I do not want eggs - do not like eggs"
But Grandma had not boiled eggs
she had farted and it smelled like eggs
Grandma got a good laugh
And I hope you will laugh at this too.... :)
Anne-Lise Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(5th in the contest)
Rubber duckie you're the one
You're the reason I'm the one
You're the one for me
As a baby, an angel;
In youth, a bother
When she turned eighteen
She forgot what we taught her.
That is why
We now lay her to rest.
It's for the best.
If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good
Angels in heaven
Dancing on a small puddle
Always stay afloat
I cannot afford to miss
A school play such as this.
My son plays a big tall tree.
My daughter plays a bumble bee.
At the end a pig and a hippo kiss.
quit running !!!!
Everyone is dressed just right,
with our smiles slapped on tight,
we are having a family dinner.
The mood is tense,
yet we have to make sense,
and we can always talk about the weather.
We blow kisses and show our love,
everything is just right.
We shower praises over each other,
and pray that the night is over without a flight.
Ignore the bitter-in-law,
she needs some sugar.
She vowed to deny herself happiness,
since she lost her lover.
Pay attention to the chatty uncle.
He claims to be rich although he eats like a savage.
just nod your head and seem interested,
and hope the topic does not turn to marriage.
Sit away from the young brother,
once an answer to his question, he is on to another.
To the old man he asks,"So what do you do?"
and to the orphan child,"Where is your mother?"
The room is beautiful, the food is delicious,
a night with our near and dear.
This could well be the perfect family dinner,
but only the flowers in the room seem real.
I am cornered by troll mother on the playground
Hey there, Barbie, your plastic smile crackles,
Desperate Housewives called, they need a new star,
Your playground antics have raised my hackles,
Just who in the world do you think you are
photographing my child without consent?
You then offer to email me pictures,
snarling at your girl. Is sand unpleasant
for your manicure? Next, you conjecture
that I need a facial, say, you sell Mary Kay,
I crush your small card, think, please go away.
The troll turns out to be my husband’s boss’s wife. Guess who came to dinner?
Hi there, come in, your pretty smile sparkles.
Was that you in Vogue? I love your pink car!
Oh, you were right! My look was matriarchal!
Watch out world, cause you will be going far!
Thanks for the photo, what a nice present,
How kind, that touch up was a nice feature.
I love your perfume! Is that a new scent?
Yes, women are like old architecture
and we need spackle! God bless Mary Kay!
So glad you came. Care for a canapé?
About this poem
There are days I want to write a blog entitled “Mommies Behaving Badly.” Seriously, I have seen some horrid behavior in parks. Last week, a woman wearing high heels (in a sandbox?) teeters towards my daughter and starts taking pictures of her. We’ve never met. I’m like, EXCUSE ME? She sits down, tells HER daughter to, "not make mommy dirty" and proceeds to offer to send me the photos. I give her my phone number (she types it into her hand held device) and then begins to tell me about Mary Kay. One day later I’m left a message on my answering machine that she thinks a spa treatment would ‘help me.’ Sheesh. Scene 2 is imagination. Scene 1 is fairly accurate. Make that scarily accurate. Shameful business practices 101, how to gain contacts the nasty way.
I do not know?
My granddaughter Charlotte e-mailed:
"I love you, Nanny, and can I have a poem about princesses?"
Away in some enchanted land
Where every day was Spring,
There lived two fair princesses –
Twin daughters of the King.
They grew in grace and beauty,
And when they reached eighteen
The King said, “I’ll throw them a ball!
The grandest ever seen!”
The guests were all astounded
At the splendour of the dance:
And when they saw the birthday girls,
They all gazed, quite entranced.
Enter their Fairy Godmother!
Said she, “I’ll grant them each a wish …”
But Amy did not care to touch
Stuff that’s green and rather dampish …
Now Charlotte’s happy with her Prince,
Three children and their dog …
But Amy’s sad and lonely …
Well, she wouldn’t kiss her frog!
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul
at this season.
Equatorial island exploring its amazed
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!
Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.
Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout
life in this lovely weather.
Will be your shadow, because your pain
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry
me, my Kindred Soul?
She and vehicles,
No quarter given
And none asked on either side.
The metal beasts smell money,
Wound themselves to devour it.
It doesn't matter
How she tries to hide her cash -
Spitefully they sniff it out
And die gleefully,
Knowing she must resurrect
Their thankless, thieving thick hides.
O you willful ones,
You steelclad dromedaries,
Do you think you can defeat
The Mighty Bulldog?
She never wants Will - just Ways.
Once found - you're dispensible.
Being a nurse I had a good understanding of medications for pain,
Explained to my Obstetrician I wanted everything, I was not insane,
This was my first baby and being in healthcare had very few perks,
I’d be given an epidural when the time came, but not by any jerks.
Worked full-time then started maternity leave 2 weeks before my due date,
Of course I sat at home for another 5 weeks, oh my first baby was really late.
I read every book in the library and cleaned my house more than one time,
Everyday the neighbours would drop by, I was tired of the door bell chime.
Walked into the hospital to have a non-stress test, done every other day,
My doctor laid his hand on me and asked “how long have you been this way”
I replied “ for about 11 months, you should know you’ve seen me every week”
He firmly instructed the nurse to call my home, for my husband they must seek.
My husband knowing my test was routine, had driven to town to go to the Gym,
What is that you say dear doctor, “I’m fully dilated, I’m soon going to be slim”
Well first I’ll I just zip home to grab my luggage and I promise I just zoooom,
What’s that- “I’m bypassing the labour and going straight to the delivery room”
So I hopped onto the table, took deep breaths and put my feet in the snare
When finally my dear husband arrived ~ with more than five minutes to spare
“It’s a beautiful girl with dark hair, 8 lbs 7 oz ” I heard the delivery room nurse say,
My love has never been stronger, my greatest moment, our most memorable day.
Written by Lee Ramage
October 6, 2011
For Frank Herrera’s contest
“One Stand Out Day”
Won 4th place
Springtime fills the air,
like laughing gas.
(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
are starting to dance.
(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.
I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
Confused and intrigued,
with a slight urge to pee.
The father cuts grass,
like a sleepwalker.
(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
A six pack later,
he starts washing his car.
(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.
The mother kneels in dirt,
tending the garden.
(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty. (Figuratively, at least.)
A sunset later,
she cooks family dinner.
(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)
I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.
The son plays war games,
dying for fun.
(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
A full pitcher later,
tweaking on sugar,
(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.
The daughter makes a picnic,
inviting her toys.
(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
After the tea time,
she's off picking flowers.
(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)
They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."
(And proceed to stuff their face.)
The dog sits by the boy -
Loyal and true.
(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
he offers to help with the dishes.
(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite. The dog is not surprised.
Bedtime comes soon after.
The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
After tucking them in,
the parents watch TV.
(Or maybe they just dream they do,
sleeping in its glow.)
The dog is changing channels,
looking for a better show.
Confused and intrigued,
he pees on the carpet below.
A cockney from over the water
Had a wife and a tasty young daughter
They would lead him a dance
And he stood not a chance
Cos they both never did what they oughta