Best Atta Boy Poems
On Snow Shovelling
A foot of snow fell by night
With no let-up in sight.
(“Brrr, it’s cold out there.”)–
A mutt rebounds past my window,
As I contemplate the morning weather,
While sipping my hot cup of coffee.
By the street-lamp’s hazy glow,
I make out my neighbour:
Clad in a scarf, tuque, and parka,
With a winter implement
Grasped in her mitten covered hands,
Bravely confronting the heart attack weather,
And tossing snow over her shoulders,
To clear the driveway from garage to curb
For the mechanical beast to enter
The unplowed street.
She stops and calls to the mutt.
(No doubt, an excuse to catch her breath.)
The dog, tail wagging, rushes to his master;
Who brushes the snow from his fur;
And I venture to guess,—an “Atta-boy!”—
As if the dog had accomplished
Some great endeavour.
But, they both seem to derive pleasure
From the brief encounter.
The Master resumes her shovelling,
And the mutt to his romping,
And I to thinking
While sipping my hot cup of coffee;—
I too will have to face the inclement weather:
Clad in a scarf, tuque, and parka,
And commit to the task of snow shovelling.
At 40 below zero in the Vermont country side,
the frost can be actually seen in the air
as sparkling frost dust seemingly defying gravity.
The skin showing between your mittens and sleeves
will be frost bitten in a matter of minutes if not covered.
Gloves just don’t do the job.
Moisture from my breath freezes on my mustache and beard.
Spit is frozen by the time it hits the ground...
Kick it and it shatters into pieces.
Working with any intensity causes the lungs to ache.
The air is crisp and very still. The scenery is crystal clear .
The colors of nature, the sky, trees and chimney smoke rising almost perfectly vertical in the windless valleys are striking and sharp.
Your nostrils begin to stick together. Your forehead hurts at first and your eyes begin to ache when moving from one scene to another for some reason..
Your forehead has stopped hurting so you had better get inside because the skin may be getting frost bit. As you get inside to the warmth of the shack you realize that your lips are splitting and it’s time for the lip balm or they will be bleeding soon.. again. Note not to trim my mustache until Spring. Take off the insulated boots, parker, sweater, coveralls ear flap hat and hood before I start sweating…. Never did get to shovel myself out of the yard. Maybe tomorrow. Stoke up the wood stove, brew up a cup of coffee, sit in the old rocker and listen to the fire crackling.. eating up the wood I’ve split and dried.
Maybe tomorrow it’ll warm up a bit eh, old dog friend of mine? Lay down Country Boy and rest your old bones. We’ll go fetch us some work in town tomorrow if the truck starts. Atta boy … lay down there and we’ll day dream a while about going down to Florida to live next winter. Meanwhile, well meanwhile, ..you know … we’ll just …… listen to the fire…. And ….be warm …....
There was a dog that was shy
To come out of his shell, was his aim
Since they always said, "Come here boy!"
He decided "Boy" was his name!
"Tramp" went up to Boy with paw out
In an attempt, a friend to make
But Boy just stared down at his paws
For he never learned how to shake!
Tramp told lady, "There's no pasta,"
"But would you like a kibble or bit"
"I'll just have some kibble," she said,
"But maybe a bit in a bit!"
Tramp ran off to fetch her the treat
"You're a hot dog, lady!", boy said
Lady just smiled as Tramp came back
"Boy" ran away with his face red
Lady told tramp, "maybe we should go"
As she tied the string on her bonnet
Tramp barked, "Lady, we can't go now,"
"When there's a dog gone, dog gone it!"
When Boy came back, Lady said,
"Your sweet comment I did enjoy"
"I think you were brave to return!"
And then they all said, "Atta Boy!"
Baby Boy Altar Boy Golden Boy
Lazy Boy Fat Boy Doughboy
Star Boy Car Boy Hardy-har-har-Boy
Bell Boy Bus Boy Bar Boy Cigar Boy
Noodle Boy Poodle Boy Strudel Boy
Skinny Boy Bony Boy Phony Boy
Go Boy Slow Boy Whoa Boy
No Boy Po' Boy Oh Boy!
Top Boy Bee-Bop Boy Stop Boy!
Hey Boy Hi Boy "Atta Boy' Goodbye Boy!
I wish to go back to a time that Never Was
To a land of Rainbows and Butterflies
Recreate and redefine
Fool my mind
Care free laughter
Building sandcastle
Holding hands
A world of atta boy and job well done
Playing with friends
Back yard tire swings
Report cards with A's
Building a tree house with dad
Baseball and hotdogs
A proud hand patting my head
Growing up in a family home
A place where true love is shown
Ice tea served on a porch
Running through sprinklers
While mom and dad look on
Growing up
Feeling secure
Hands that are only lifted in praise
Life long friendships
Shared experiences
No sad memories stuck in my mind
If only it could be real
But perhaps if I believe I can make it true
A past that was soaked in sunshine
With a cloudy sky transformed to blue
Poem inspired by brother-in-law's sermon.
Romans 8:31 God's Everlasting Love What then shall we say to these things? If
God is for us, who
can be against us? NKJV
I love fans. I am one myself.
I love to watch them as they cheer.
I love to watch them in their gear.
Yes, I love fans!.
It doesn't matter what the sport,
the fans are all the same.
They enjoy the victories,
just as if they had won the game.
They get upset when the other team
defeats them and they lose.
They get irate when their team does poor.
And they vocally abuse!
They become very vocal
when their team does not perform
to the potential that they think
would keep them all from scorn.
Our Lord is our biggest fan. He is on our side.
He is the President of our Fan Club.
And He is very much ALIVE!
He is very much into our lives (game)
because He knows all things!
And how important for us to win
each and every time.
He is pulling for us like no one else.
He gets vocal when we don't
perform to our potential.
Mostly because we won't!
God points out our weaknesses
when we are struggling to win.
I am glad He is on my side.
and helps me to defend.
He is constantly working on my game.
And never, never tires.
He does not like me to get into a slump.
He keeps me in the fire.
And He whispers in my ear endearing,
My child I'm always on the sideline cheering.
Do you know that God is your biggest fan?
And that He is working diligently,
to make your life,
victorious in His plan.
He is always saying to you, "Come on, now, you can do it!!"
"Atta boy!!" win that game.
The greatest thought in all of life
is that God loves us and knows each name.
He loves you more than anyone else does,
so don't be discouraged my friend!
. For God's your fan and He knows
you are going to win.
Get alone with Him today
and let Him give you a "pep
rally."
Swing batter!
The excitement built for weeks before rabbit huntin' season!
Not to partake of this annual Hoosier ritual was akin to treason!
For certain, on the first day of huntin' season, as a general rule,
Men called in sick to the boss and all the boys skipped school!
Our old hound, Spooks, sensed the excitement as well,
Eager to chase those wily varmints o'er fields and dell.
Thankfully, due to the rabbits' unusually prolific habits,
The old farmstead teemed with dozens and dozens of rabbits!
Too young to shoulder a gun, my job was to carry the sack,
Heavily laden with game upon my poor, achin' back!
Spooks brought the late Mister Rabbit and laid him at my feet.
I'd tell him, "Atta boy, Spooks!" and give him a doggie treat!
I reckon along about the age of twelve, my pleadin' with Pa was won.
At last I was allowed to hunt with the men and tote a gun!
The first time I fired the old twelve-gauge, it set me on my rear!
Old-timers laughed so hard, to their eyes it brought a tear!
I recall so many precious moments when a Hoosier lad,
Among them was doing "man" things with my dear old Dad.
Now in the autumn of my life, the gun leans against the wall.
I have no desire to harm God's creatures anymore at all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Gray kitten dashing past so fast
stay, sit here please awhile
Hey! You’re making a colander of my chest
lay down in my lap and style!
That paper crane is not the enemy
cat get a grip and nap
bat the moth, yes that’s your joy
‘atta boy! Give it a slap!
Got no grip on that glass tabletop
hot, hot tootsies smokein’ wild
it’snot Sebring or La Mans
lotta temper here Ma’s not MILD!
Sleep oh pretty one and dream
Bo Peep that wee chassis please stop!
Creep off fur-muffin and rest,
leap no more or Mommy will drop!
My puppy was following a pincher bug today
I tried my best to ignore this and stay out of the way
But the bug was injured and slowing down
So, I took it over to toilet town
My puppy is still angry I took his toy
He will not play catch or respond to “atta boy”
If I thought I could get it back, I might try
But the bug is long gone down the River of Goodbye
Beneath the mistletoe I stand
Wishing for Santa to land,
Presently.
Under the tree sits a motion
to fix with a heartfelt notion,
Understanding.
However long it takes to stay
the house requests to play,
Lovingly.
St. Nick comes down tonight
with freedom in flight,
Effervescently.
Cookies on the fireplace,
With a smile on my face,
Hungry.
Hungry for warmth and love
Cherishing the Christmas dove,
Happiness.
He enters the room a glow,
With presents in tow,
Generous.
He places the presents down
Under the tree with a frown,
Displeased.
He sees me behind the couch,
He knows he’s no grouch,
Tenderly.
I say, “I’m sorry Santa!”
“Do you want a Fanta?”
Laughter.
He smiles at my angels,
As the ornaments dangle
Forever.
Decorated with joy,
He exclaims, “atta boy!”
Gleefully.
“I’m a girl!” I cry.
He says, “But Jesus flies!”
Pointing.
I turn to see him.
St. Nick still with a grin,
Miraculously.
“I’m here for a birthday hug!”
Jesus stands on the rug,
Ecstatically.
Jesus is the King
Ready to bring,
Salvation.
To me a gift of love,
A true act from above,
Gracefully.
“Happy birthday,” I whisper,
Curtsying on my slippers,
Kindly.
With a smile and nod
The night closes with fog,
Peacefully.
The day passes, an idle hitchhiker,
Thumb half-heartedly protruding
A posture half begging, half daring
Go ahead… seize the day
Good luck with that challenge
For daylight slips through the fingers
Craftily dodges with shadowy stealth
All attempts to control it, confine it
A few minutes in a crowded Starbucks
A cold compress of iced coffee
A mindless “atta boy, go get ‘em”
From a high school drop-out Barrister
Another “rope-a-dope” meeting
Stay on your feet, they’ll stop talking soon
How did it come to this
You were once a contender
Another ten round draw
Everyone seems happy
You didn’t embarrass anyone
Rematch tomorrow...8AM
"Atta Boy" Freeze Trended Ville
"Minced Meat" Pippen Musky
" The Kruel" Caul Musky
"The Team Playa" Kemp Caulspokin
"Big City" Carnival Emerson
With their manager
"Super Slurp" Sam Gaulpaccii
Of" The Famous Woodland Mascots"
To face
"The Godbout Orchestra"
"Mastro" Flutey Mozart
and
"Smooth" Lyric Cresento
With "Duellist" Mandelliin Promise
"More Money™ Rhinecarte Valise
And the
"Mississippi Hardhead" Zilltron Rilslentir
With
Glamourous Geometric
But in the main event
Friccov Van Daddies and "Ensign" Castle Dane Mercer
Will challenge
"Way Out" Boldhawk Driggs
Three falls
The opponents in the winning senerio
Will tag with his opponet
To determine the overtime result in
Case of a draw or countout.
The winning side to of the first fall
Determines the winner.
Making it actual three falls
Fourth determent match!
But how about this
What do you get when
You get an audience for a
Heel V. Heel match?
Fans delight featuring
The top heels in the sport!
The jeers will crossover when
When "Cranky" Kookez Dimpsey
Goes against
Cout Gogga Moogga
With "Bad,Bad" Anise Beeltrow
For the undetermined
Top Ranked Championship
It's undertermsned but carry slot
Of prestige and clot
One of these men
Will carry the trophy to
there destinated beginning.
Ladies and gentlemen
We present
A Saturday to remember
Pro's at there best!