(ABCD + Acrostic)
Aunty happy smiles awake,
Beautiful welcomes make,
Crafting alms, gals create,
Devoted, peace participate,
Hermit, joyful prayers state!
Aunty Gertie may be an ol’ girly
But that doesn’t imply she can’t be flirty
The gleam in her eyes
Comes as a surprise
As aunty Gertie is three times thirty.
Gertie lives a life full of joy and fun
She’s an angel delight to everyone
She can do the splits
As well as high kicks
What’s more is that Gertie can’t be outrun.
Gertie dresses alike a beauty queen
Her hair it glows in a silvery gleam
She makes up her face
With dignified grace
The prettiest grandma one’s ever seen.
Aunty Gertie’s a poet, it’s the truth
Good poetry too, though she’s long of tooth
She writes through the night
In gleam of moonlight
Gertie’s a walking, talking dream come true.
It can be quite amazing
to an older mind that's stretching back.
Do these memories tell the truth?
Or are they somewhat distorted?
But three times in a few minutes?
In that bathroom at Aunty Elsie's house?
Sometimes I grasp my right hand with my left.
I seem to be saying, Cease, quit! Stop that at once!
Do not wriggle or jiggle with temptation,
to hold that private part of me.
I seem to be pondering on those times,
wondering what this hand wishes to achieve.
Why did she have such an interesting son,
that older cousin David, in those teeshirts and sneakers,
showing me how to climb trees
and hide in leaves, and do things?
Amazing, yes, as thoughts reach back
to so many years ago.
Did I really do that in Aunty Elsie's bathroom?
Three times in a few minutes?
(27 Dec 2023)
(Elsie appears in two other poems: "A Rubbing of Hands" and "Coronation for a King")
My Aunty Stacey,
She's not very lacey,
She doesn't wear dresses,
Or have curly tresses,
She is never a sook,
But a really good cook,
Tough as nails,
Never fails,
I think you will find,
That she is very kind,
She had a ferret for a pet,
And three dogs are set,
Very happy in her house,
But sadly, no mouse,
She likes to walk the dogs,
Even in the fogs,
Her husband Rio is full of muscle,
And with us he likes to tussle,
Her friend Alisha is amazing,
We play until where hot and blazing,
Aunty Stacey there is nothing you lack,
I love you to the moon and back.
Teddy looked sad, forlorn cold and bare
Sat on the bed with nothing to wear
So aunty got out her knitting pins
To knit Teddy some warm cosy things.
First came a jumper in shades of blue
Then some trousers, the same colour too
Also a scarf, a hat and some mitts
To please Pip, her young nephew that is.
Aunty knitted all day and all night
To please her Pip in the morning light
And to delight his Teddy bear too
They mean the world to her do those two.
Teddy looked dapper in his outfit
Pip was thrilled and gave aunty a kiss
Teddy thanked her with a cheeky wink
Aunty blushed, but she was tickled pink.
Aunty lost three pounds of memory,
it happened slowly, the clock on her mantle
ran faster, the rain began to fall slower.
Her cat was a stranger, then an ex-lover.
1300 grams of her vanished in slow motion.
The gray-matter remained
though it was hollowed out by blind angels.
At the age of eighty-two she demanded a dog.
We bought her an automated one
that moved and barked.
Eventually though its computer-chip failed,
aunty did not notice
she was by then busy
discussing politics with Theodor Roosevelt.
I once asked her what he had to say?
She replied that he had confided to her
that ‘the dead remember everything’
that seemed so sad to me.
Meri khala da phuda maaray zafar,
Meri khala de bund maaray zafar,
Meri khala day mun vich paway..
Note.Aunty meri Taxi gashti kuti..
Bahwalpur ka Taxi hai
Aunty number do
Har koi kehta hai
Aunty number do
Don ka rakhel hai
Aunty number do...
Dramabaz bay gerat orat,,
Menu apna damad na bana,
Apni dhe nu chemical pila...
Note.Me teray pyo da pyo..
Fill in the blanks with suitable words
1.I felt dash when he told me that my son had sax.
2.Now a days,we are facing a dash heat.
3.He is a man of sterling dash.
4.Dash you like a cup of tea?
5.The accused was guilty dash murder.
6.I went directly to my boss to dash his approval.
7.Because of dash power supply machine is lying idle.
8.They fell of the horse dash a canal.
9.He is going to see a dash.
10.He died dash fever.
11.The workers demand a dash deal from the management.
12.They knocked dash the door.
13.Take dash your coat.
14.She takes dash her mother.
15.Put dash the briefcase.
16.The bomb can dash any building.
Note.Antonio da silva high su...
Rishtay daar Teen tarah kay hain.
1.Saath denay walay.
2.Saath chor denay walay.
3.Dhoky say yavanay valay.
Aunty lost three pounds of memory,
it happened slowly, the clock on her mantle
ran faster, the rain began to fall slower.
Her cat was a stranger, then an ex-lover.
1300 grams of her vanished in slow motion.
The gray-matter remained
though it was hollowed out by myopic angels;
in dimly lit caves
At the age of eighty-five she demanded a dog.
We bought her an automated one
that moved and barked.
Eventually though its computer-chip brain failed,
aunty did not notice
she was by then very busy
discussing politics with Theodor Roosevelt.
I asked her what he had to say?
She replied that he had confided to her that:
‘dead remember everything’,
that seemed so sad to me.
Aunty lost three pounds of memory,
it happened slowly, the clock on her mantle
ran faster, the rain began to fall slower.
Her cat was a stranger, then an ex-lover.
1300 grams of her vanished in slow motion.
The gray-matter remained
though it was hollowed out by blind angels;
in those dimly lit caves
flew two storks carrying two infants
forever now circling a cartoon pink sky.
At the age of eighty-two she demanded a dog.
We bought her an automated one
that moved and barked.
Eventually though its computer-chip brain failed,
aunty did not notice
she was by then very busy
discussing politics with Theodor Roosevelt.
I once asked her what he had to say?
She replied that he had confided:
‘the dead remember everything,’
that also seemed sad to me.
Her body fell sideways -
Stayed there
She gurgled as if she were
Reciting a love poem
Through a storm drain
She never complained
Nor did she forgive
She plowed her mind
Ahead of her wheelchair
Gray hair electrified
With aftershocks
Burning rubber all the way
I see the why
That dwells inside
You think you’re clever
Behind the lies
But I see through
I see the truth
I see the motives
For every move
Each emotion
Book wide open
So easy to read
Bitter, broken
A lovely face
It feels misplaced
You’re undeserving
To boast such grace
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