My whinny,crabby, hungry teen
Your stinky,spoiled and quite mean
You want, you need, you have to have
The latest,newest, modern fad
Your greasy, grimy, hands smear
My wall, light switches, and the mirror
Empty snack bags,with sweet and sour
Create tall,extensive buildings that tower
Your messy,your dirty,in need of a shower
Please make it quick,not loiter an hour
Your smelly,nasty, disgusting shoes
Are slowly poisoning every room
Even with big mouth,rolling eyes and sighs
I would not trade you, I surmise
I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point up to touch his nose!
He has no wicked claws or eyes with flame
to match those of the manxome Jabberwock.
But just beware his jaws. Although he’s tame,
he can’t be stopped once he begins to talk!
I vouch that he can jabber endlessly
and have me at the end of my short rope.
My ears just might fall off one day, for he
gyres gibberish just like a gyroscope.
I dub my beamish grandson “Jabberwack”
for how he acts and how he loves to yak!
For Debbie Guzzi's "Go Ask Alice" Contest
Our love had been built on a firm foundation
Trust, compassion and fidelity as well
I thought there’d be no cause for consternation
We thrived for a time in a magical spell
He was my white knight and I remained his belle
Never a doubt, certainly no confusion
Any misgivings his blue eyes would dispel
But moving in marked the end of illusion
~~~~~~~~~ Volta ~~~~~~~~~~
His son emerged from video seclusion
This twenty-year-old had never worked a day
He found my presence to be an intrusion
He flung jabs in attempts to drive me away
Thought we had it all, but his son was the boss
Now I’m struggling to recover from this loss
*Entry for Dr. Ram's Spenserian Sonnet contest
Cruising down the road
Wind blowing his hair
A smile on his face
Not an ounce of fear
No more asking dad
Can I use your car
No more asking mom
Can I go so far
He got his first car
A grin ear to ear
Can leave if he wants
He could disappear
His dad had a plan
A boy's now a man
Deserve the world my child,my son
If I could give, with heart I'd run
Pray instead, I must for you
Placed many tools to get you through
Life ahead unknown my son
So much I wish, your dreams ignite
Strive for all, please shine that light
Become the man I know you'll be
But please for you and not just me
Dig deep inside with every might
Strive for all thats due, you'll see
Deserving much from world, not me
Kindness, compassion, intelligence too
Owning these gifts, build confidence in you
By example, trust, live life for thee
Accept these words I give from me
My child, a man will come to be
(based on a picture)
Two metal figures rest on his desk--
A slender black crane and skinny black dog.
For years they have rested there standing on edge
As reminders and guardians of a darker past.
But these things are unknown to the boy;
The grandson who sits on his grandfather's lap.
He reaches for the figures that look like toys;
Like innocent igures meant for his pleasure.
Caught up in the moment, the grandpa relents;
He gives up his memories, gives up the grief
That have been with him as long as these figures
And he watches young hands handle the "toys".
He reflects while watching, his slight smile grim
That recycled gunmetal was used to make them.
(A Cornish Sonnet)
What dream possesses and stays your weary heart,
with nagging persistence, that divining rod?
What constellation sets that heavenly chart?
God gives to each soul a healthy seed planted
down deep in heart's fertile soil, fertile sod.
Don't be lazy, don't take your dreams for granted.
It's your garden to till, where no one impairs,
no one can hinder the plan God has for you;
only yourself, so release the doubts, the cares.
Brought to this moment with your talents to use,
You've learned all that you need, by now it's old shoe,
the dream seed must open and blossom profuse.
What dream possesses and stays your weary heart?
It's your garden to till, where no one impairs.
Brought U up 2 know right from WRONG
Was hard on U so you’d B STRONG
Looked up 1 day & U was GONE
Chasin Raw Dollaz, go getta getting ON
Somebody told me U got crossed at the SPOT
One drop of a dime & the Block got HOT
Held back my tears, got ova the SHOCK
Swallowed my fears, put my jewels in HOCK
I know at first it was done for ME
That’s why I come to set U FREE
So U may Repent B4 U enter a PLEA
Face the consequence multiplied by THREE
I got this feeling this may Be my DOIN
2 hard on U coulda lead to yo RUIN
My bad lil one I didn’t KNOW
I held so much love I failed to SHOW
U needed yo Momma, it makes me SAD
I worked all nite, neva knew yo DAD
But you’ll be A’ite, give it time you’ll SEE
It’z hard to admit but U a beast like ME
Datz why I accept U 4 who U ARE
A man, A Felon, My Sun, My STAR
MOTHER AND SON RE-UNITE
I was phoned by an old friend Blessing,
Who told me that her one and only son,
Who was once reported missing,
Has been found after a decade lying in sweltering sun.
In his pre school years or somewhere there about,
She left him in care of elderly nurse in white,
In the trust she did not doubt,
On returning, the nurse and the boy were all out of sight!
The news that the hospital did not employ that nurse,
Send in my friend’s heart, a terrible fright!
When the nurse and the boy’s descriptions were finally broadcast,
Brought in the inside of the nurse, the worse!
As the law net finally closed, the nurse deserted him in broad day light,
Her heart beating very fast, she outran the police in the ever-whirling dust!
You are the salt of the earth;
Farmer, we say that to you;
You are hardworking and true;
We recognize your worth.
To the crop you give birth,
The soil, you subdue,
Cornstalks break through,
to avert famine and dearth.
But where is your son?
He’s not learning how.
He won’t be outdone—
living the life of high brow,
He forfeits work in the sun,
renounces his seed and the plow.