Chocolate Moose Girl
A Sunday brunch one day went me
when she I saw, at table three.
From my mind to forget, never nor maybe.
For on this radiant sunny Sunday afternoon
in the Botanical Garden, my favorite room
sat at a table, grandmother and she.
The walls lined in fragrant ferns of green
baroque blossom ladies in gilded frames seen.
Her simple beauty profile delicate cherry flourish tree.
Now this vision alone, fulfilled my eyesight hunger greatly
when added she did this simple act make.
To her pink full lips a taste took she.
When delicate and slow she lifted
her chocolate moose to mouth she gifted.
From the moose chocolate, I know previous take.
The finest ever no chief could bake,
Satisfying, soft coolness, still lingering in me.
A sublime sexual treat,
then look I did, toward her feet.
When out rolled her toes
from brocade slippers of gold, I see.
Her barefoot toes ached
to reveal her pleasure
with each spoon to lip,
delight, same measure.
My mind to forget, never nor maybe.
There once was a lady named "Mom"
Who had a hard time keeping calm.
But she knows how to sew
And garden and mow
And she's a farmer on facebook.com
She's a grandma to Mel and Harmony
She's a young wife for "Gramps" who's 70!
She calms the waters
Of her four lovely daughters
And best of all she puts up with me.
. Slammed by
A MOTHERS LOVE
Mother always called me a lousy kid, with a shove
I was the only kid she wanted to get rid of
On my head she always smacked me hard.
She would always slam me calling me a retard
My mother gave me the best slamming love.
((( my mother the best slammer there ever was)))
WE ARE THE WORLD
Slam back at any country, at any given event
I feel bad for any so called President.
"WE THE PEOPLE" the Republic and the Democrat.
Slamming each other talking crap.
In a world full of slam and argument.
((( The world toughest fight is slam not war )))
Our teachers kept on and on how we where wrong with a fuzz.
She just stood there and slammed each and everyone of us.
Making us write an essay on broken rules.
Kept us all after school calling us stupid fools
Who knew teachers where allowed to slam and cuss?
((( Teachers words of slam can ruin any future )))
Have you ever heard of a poet blocker.
All they are is a slam stocker
They over abuse their blocking right.
Trying to make other poets fight.
Always trying to slam a point across, like a mocker.
((( Hating against any form of poetry is a slam it self )))
Can you guess that slam is just a risky business
Picking out the best slam words from the rest.
Testing out a form we don't know how to let it flow.
Darn the soup for putting slam on the box below.
Even the best have join my slamming contest.
((( Thank you Soup for SLAMMING us with your A-Z list-form)))
When tired from sweeping with the storebought broom
I'd lean against not wanting to resume
Momma said, "Nusing your bab?"
I would sweep, under breath crab
Now would love to hear her say, "Clean your room!"
(Momma would say nusing not nursing..Bab is instead of baby..)
Hiding in mummy's tummy, kicking happily away
I'm kissing you warmly, clapping and singing in play
They say in a few weeks
I'll be able to kiss your new cheeks
I can't wait for the morning I'll lift you in a sway
I wish I could be a fly on the wall,
When my poor old mother gets the phone call,
“He’s here at the bar
Quick bring us your car,
Your husband just got in a brawl”
Mama eagle’s dear chickies were ill,
so she told them to lie very still.
“You just wait here for me,”
she said most tenderly.
Then she flew off to get them a pill.
Baby eagles, like most kids, detest,
taking pills. Mom returned to the nest
with dead mice in her bill
which concealed the crushed pill
Doctor Stork had prescribed with good rest!
For John Freeman's
"Pure Thoughts On Nature Poetry Contest"
The old woman in the shoe scandal
who had those kids, too much to handle.
Now that they are full grown
and she is home alone,
she'll down-size to a sandal.
Mothers are the best
They are like a test
They are very loving
They like a flower budding
The treat us like a fest.
If for one week each man could be mother,
then men might think as mothers think.
Could you stand the life
Say of being your own wife?
Dirty dishes do not belong in the sink.
For one week, all men should run the home;
trade places with the cook for a real trip.
Think of planning every meal,
mashing potatoes with no peel.
Did you fix the faucet that’s started to drip?
You’d change the beds and clean the clothes,
of rust, blood, and ink there’d be no trace.
Be a mind reader at times
solving children’s crimes,
you’d show your children God and his grace.
Part magician, part clown, part traffic cop,
you’d give birth, nurse all who need care.
Respond to each cry,
answer every “why?”,
know how to get bubble gum out of hair.
Of the women I’ve known who’ve been mothers
by men they can’t be supplanted.
Trade-offs are fun to ponder
and can make us wonder
why on earth men take mothers for granted.
Mom, give me a bowl of Lucky Charms,
I'll grow as you raise my arms...
see a taller me,
or much sillier me.
Mom, get me more of those Lucky Charms!
Will you choose your mother or me
Asked wife who would not let it be
As I said oh brother
Sought help from another
And I called her mother to see
Ms. Potter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
Ms. Potter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot
How soon some forget that they were once young too. If the power of dance is ones
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise. One
Momma ate all the childrens' food!
as she watched the little ones in the neighborhood,
The event created quite a ruckus
and many said she was rude,
yet, what they didn't know about Momma,
is that she was a diabetic,
and had waited too long to snack,
her world started spinning,
It almost faded to black,
She had one biscuit, but that
didn't seem to suffice,
after several, the color began
to come back in her eyes,
for a monent there, we all thought she was
a goner, we didn't care that people revolted and carried
on bad, as her children we felt realy, really sad,
We offered to pay them back from our piggy banks,
but they stoicly said, "No Thanks!"
What were a few packages of Lorna Doones?
Especially for someone who takes care of us rain, shine, even
I guess as toddlers it is never too early to learn about class,
What's a person's health worth when it is trickling like an hour glass?
There once was a boy we called chase-face
he dreamed of reaching outer space.
With this dream in his heart
our family will part
and this boy we never could replace.
We all dreaded that day late in June
when we knew he would fly to the moon.
So a party we had
even though we were sad
as the countdown was scheduled for noon.
Chase couldn't get rid of the grin
or the drool that was right on his chin.
He was laughing so loud
while we stood watching proud.
His journey would finally begin.
The trip was a total success.
Of course, we expected no less.
We've done all we can.
He now is a man
and all that he sees he will bless.
Don't be charmed when placing a child
And check if the little one's riled
This is an alarm
Since some serious harm
Comes from nannies known to go wild
Ok, I guess I'll confess!
My hair is REALLY a mess!
I just drove them to school
and they said ''Mom, that's not cool''.
But today I could really care less!
''Today is my only day off.
Just let your friends snicker and scoff.
Does it matter to you
if I wear slippers or shoes?
Is your image of me that far off''?
When she looked at my head in the car
her jaw dropped and she said ''Oh my stars! ''
''What is that on your head?
Is it living or dead? ''
I'm so glad we don't have to drive far! ''
Well, I may not be looking my best
but, what I saw I would never have guessed!
In the back of my hair
was what made the kids stare.......
cause it looked like a fluffy birds nest!
Oh, ''Who cares if my hair looks absurd? ''
''It's the new style.....or haven't you heard?
You should feel slightly blessed
that I even got dressed........
and I made a new home for a bird! ''
There once was a girl we called Chirty.
She was happy just when she was dirty.
She would sleep with the dogs
and play with the hogs
and stay up catching bugs till 2:30.
She just loved anything that could crawl.
When she'd show me, you know I would bawl.
I can't stand the bugs
but I'll still give her hugs.
(even when she hangs them on her wall) .
One day she was catching a snake
I was praying it only was fake.
It was not only real
but a really BIG deal
when it joined in our swim at the lake.
She's an animal lover, no doubt
and she never stays in.....only out.
When she's old she may change...
that would seem oh so strange
cause this is just what she's about!
Mom had saying; I found out was true
She had many; but this one will do.
Locks keep out the honest.
Thieves will reach the harvest.
Thou shall not steal, some never got clue.
Whether or not you were there it would have been the same;
you would have cast no shadow, you would have had no name;
if not for her,
your own mother,
from whose own life-sustaining, love-giving womb you came.
‘ Sweet, Little Man ’
There Was the Sweetest, Little Man, Named Nate
Who was so Bald… He got a Headache
From the Kisses, that were Planted
On His ( 2 Month-Old Head )… He Demanded …
“Why Won’t Mama, Put A Cap On My Pate ?