Son Of A B Poems - Poems about Son Of A B

Kidding around, I called mother “Lou” Short for Louella between us two. She’d return the favor; call me “number three.” At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me. “Thank you, Lou” always brought a smile, A wink...Read the rest...

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Setting: A parlor with money hanging on a wall hosts an engagement on legal tender Characters: T: Teen, (spoiled boy) in puke shorts and bigoted shirt, and he's loaded {burp} W: Woman, (nut all there) varied Degree...Read the rest...

I went for my early morning run, just me and my young son. It was to be a lot of fun, then home for a hot cross bun. We waved to Mary's grandson, then it had all begun. My shoe came...Read the rest...

DON'T CRY ANY TEARS AROUND ME Don't cry no tears around me As I passed away and now I'm finally free You won't see me anymore But this soul of mine will always soar So please don't cry any tears...Read the rest...

One, two, buckle my shoe, a lesson to be learned; Three, four, and so many more - times the world has turned. Cross the laces, make some loops, feed the laces through; Tighten them up...Read the rest...

you're the king in my jungle, Peace in my world. You're the sunshine blossoming my life, The healthiest air I breathe. You're my most important person. The moon in the darkest night. Like sugar in my coffee, Salt to my stake, Your presence...Read the rest...

The world has indeed been forgetting me Forgetting me cruelly As waste that neither grow nor breathe It is a fermentation of anger and despair As Despairing as it struggles with anger At the unknowns in dark...Read the rest...

Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a celebrated Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. CHIYO-NI POEMS ABOUT WOMEN AND DESIRE How alarming: her scarlet fingernails tending the white chrysanthemums! —Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation...Read the rest...

Unprison in my heart, Unlock words I struggle giving; Like the flutter of a lark, Wing what's coming from within me; Let my soul be set on fire, Like madrone, or manzanita, To promote the words I hide; Ascribe my life to...Read the rest...

"We have been here a thousand times before" Praying for world peace, or the end of war "Memory erased, each time we begin anew" PRIEZ POUR NOUS QUI AVONS RECOURS À VOUS "Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the...Read the rest...

(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity) Can forgiveness mend, a childhood, fractured in the dark? Where the scars are a map, etched, not just in...Read the rest...

In the cozy, dark chamber of my womb , you fought hard to breathe, And we prayed. Your safe passage out into this beautiful world a huge concern, And your too-soon departure to an oblivion, our world’s dreaded...Read the rest...

Today I’m thankful for fishing…and for our son Ryan I am not a fisherman…but our son Ryan is… you might say when it comes to fishing… Ryan is a whiz. I love that Ryan grew up fishing… that being a...Read the rest...

he sprouts up like weed lanky arms and tall figure surge of youthful growth...Read the rest...