Best Avon Poems
Having another crisis,
and feeling overwhelmed,
Kim stared at the bottle,
with all the pills,
feeling depressed and dismayed,
she felt she couldn't live another day…
Reaching for the bottle,
screwing off the lid,
she held her palm out
to catch a bunch of pills,
Sitting with them in her hand
on the couch, she thought,
"this is it," and was about
to put them in her mouth,
when all of sudden,
her door bell rang,
and putting the pills aside,
she temporarily postponed
her suicide...
Opening up her door,
stood an Avon lady,
saying to Kim,
"Hi hon, can I come in?"
Kim said "I guess so," with a weak grin,
Their conversation quickly turned
from make-up to Jesus,
Kim explaining to her,
that her life was such a mess,
the avon lady said she also
did Bible studies too,
and before she left
she gave Kim a new Bible,
her cell number,
and a scripture or 2,
Kim looked up the scriptures
and then she read
Jeremiah 1:5,
saying that God knew her
before she was formed
in the womb,
and then Matthew 11:28,
saying that if you pray to God,
that He will give you rest…
after reading those 2 scriptures,
she felt more at peace,
thinking maybe this was all just a test...
thanking God for that Avon ladies advice,
and for making her think twice
about taking her life.
Hebrews 13:2
This poem is dedicated to anyone who is thinking of suicide
and my older sister Patti who lost her son Joey 16 years ago to
suicide.
Categories:
avon, faith, suicide,
Form:
Light Verse
“Ding dong, Avon calling!”, are these ladies around anymore
Way back when in another era, they came knocking at your door
Guess I'm dating myself
But I'm still in good health
Maybe I'll be around when they banish killings and wars
Ya think?
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
avon, wisdom,
Form:
Limerick
SISTERHOOD OF AVON
Oh how I miss the sisterhood
the brrr...ringing of a bell
a catalog and a smile in hand
the scent of sweet cologne
nearly met customers at the door
miraculously in their own flavor
jingle jangle of jewelry
not fine but touchy-feely
and collectibles how i miss them
and the sweep of my youthful skirt
i was God-blessed with territory
— assigned not chosen,
a secondary job
i recollect three households
heaven sent, angelic psalms
as if I had travelled beyond earth’s borders
first woman, straight-laced, strict
believed every lady should wear skirts
a Christian, perhaps too pharisaical
Brr...ring at twilight and a gruff voice
a man barks, “who is it?!”
taken aback, “the Avon lady…”
a lovely woman practically
knocks over her husband, to answer
the door, sporting silver hair
she invites me in and we chat
over a quite different setting
— relaxed
Christian wearing pants,
so cheery and warming
— the bite of her husband mosquito-like
And now I’m not joking —
Christian sisters living next to each other...
do you see the theme of my life?
this dear woman’s married to a dermatologist —
certainly woman do tip their hat of facts
so i go off to water aerobics and notice my skin
has a rash
so i call
and being young and brash
ask
if i can ask her husband’s advice
the next morning i tell my boss — a naval Master Chief
that i needed to see a dermatologist,
and he laughs, “you’ll never get in”
i say, “sir, i already have an appointment”
so i had shingles, just on the cusp,
and was saved from much pain
for God is good all the time
all the time God is good
and when i step over the border into the heavenly realm
i will still sing of his goodness!
Brr...ring i miss the fine company and the singing
of customer’s doorbells
and one day i will hug my fine
sisters
12/21/2018
Categories:
avon, god, jobs, women, youth,
Form:
Free verse
Strolling by the River Avon, I found somebody,
Strolling to nowhere, I found a person.
I looked at the river, I followed the water.
I saw somebody walking to Bath.
He was my old friend the tailor. Very well known he was.
Near to clothes he spent his life, far from all the beloved ones.
Working for his family to have the best.
Among cloths to get some pounds.
Scisors to cut fabrik, money to grow up a family.
By the River Avon I used to walk, to spread my thoughts.
Thinking of my family I was,
but I needed a beer time to time.
Meeting with friends was such a nice time.
Friends rolled by the river, he never could keep them for long.
He took a journey to Spain,
and he started a new life.
A life far from the River Avon,
a new step to be made.
He is far since then, he's lost
in the dreams of the past.
Looking for the old friends,
Searching for the old River Avon.
Looking for the old friends,
looking for the family that one day used to be a dream,
the unfaithful family he used to work from between cloth to scisors to give them the best.
Now, as a forgotten taylor he dreams with scisors.
As a forgotten father he still looks for his daughter.
As a forgotten friend, he thinks about the friends that have dissapeared.
As a forgotten ex-husband, he regrets to be a husband.
After the years, he thinks about the River Avon, the green meadows, Bristol, Bath, England, anyway, his entire world.
All his world is what I've met: the taylor, the struggling person, the singer, the man I found when I was strolling by the River Avon, my best friend.
Sometimes we think we are in Somerset, time to time we dream about the things we've lost. We can't make a step back, but we will make one in front.
My River Avon, you will always be my rolling back.
Since I was strolling by the River Avon, I found my whole life.
Categories:
avon, 2nd grade, adventure, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Down by the Avalon at the Christchurch Square
Weeps the living willows, serene, free from care
Nature’s own exotic home, a garden set in greenery
Here the Avon River fountain flows majestically
Victoria Park rest near the Christchurch Town Hall theme
Punting on the Avon is a relaxing pastime dream
This Avon runs along the botanical gardens to view
The Copthorne Central hotel overlooking Victoria park too
You can dine A La Carte while you travel round the city
Punting the Avon without seeing the cathedral would be a pity
Seeing the Bridge of Remembrance over the Avon is awesome
Sort of like Autumn before springtime helping life blossom
Avon River at Victoria Square is Heaven’s garden summery
It runs through Hagley Park, in Christchurch, breathtakingly
Nearest the Train Station Tramway, a few miles from my home
Check out some of the photos here of places where I roam
Categories:
avon, adventure, education, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
The shade of Shakespeare is ever-present
River Avon in springtime speaks to me
Peaceful place where I secretly lament
Whilst sitting beneath yon green willow tree.
River flows smoothly ere swans sail serene
The momentum of time has stalled this day
Grey ghostly shadow am I in a dream?
Bard himself composing poetic lai.
Medieval magic I do declare
Whispering voice beguiles with love sonnet
Swept completely away by atmosphere
Seminal moment 'twas so euphoric.
Ghostly bard sauntering banks of Avon
Thoughts consumed of romantic liaison.
Categories:
avon, romance,
Form:
Sonnet
The Swan of Avon known as the bard
Born on St Georges day
A wizard of words not one line marred
He wrote many a wonderful play
The legacy he left for us
Still can bring us joy
Star crossed lovers witches and kings
All did his pen employ
Julius Caesar and Macbeth
The Tempest and King John
Pericles and Cymbeline
The list goes on and on
His work was staged at the Globe
more than 400 years ago
Still seems fresh still seems new
And still moves us so
Yes this genius of a man
Whose writing was so fine
Was not of an age
But a man for all of time
The Swan of Avon still lives on
In every play that's seen
If you see one you'll agree
He is the greatest that there's been
Categories:
avon, art, tribute,
Form:
Verse
Mr. Robert Kraft's
gone slightly daft
Ring-a-ling-a-ling
~ Prostitution sting
*The soon-to-be-former owner of America's
most successful sports franchise just got
nailed in a little sting down in Florida. Ouch!
Categories:
avon, satire, sports,
Form:
Clerihew
The greatest loves and stories are soon lost
without a brilliant pen to write the plays
and trace romantic tears and evil thoughts
that carry through the years until today.
When first the Bard quilled page and manuscript
on comedies and legends of his time,
and then to tragedies where daggers dripped,
dramatic sonnets filled with metered rhyme.
But most of all he left us with a gift -
a treasure trove of witches kings and knaves;
ideas and dreams through which a mind can sift,
when stagnancy would otherwise pervade.
Now to the Bard I bow on bended knee
with what Victorians called bardolatry.
Categories:
avon, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
Tragic the play that tells a lot,
Reaching to touch in myriad ways;
Yes comic say can string strange plot.
Sense words that smudge contrary stray,
Hurl senses far in dance and song,
Address the feel of such extremes;
Keep glimpse on par with weak and strong,
Exult the will and heart to whim;
So words fashion such diverse space,
People that come and go away;
Each fields passion that fools now trace,
Apt such strange sums that men portray;
Ripe tragedy storms what curtails,
Etch comedy that never fails.
Leon Enriquez
03 May 2015
Singapore
Categories:
avon, blessing,
Form:
Sonnet
Avon
brings out the joy
in knowing beauty thrives
within the wild heart who believes
in love
Trademark~~Quintain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
December 6, 2020
Categories:
avon, beautiful, beauty, confidence, encouraging,
Form:
Cinquain
I didn't pull my weight
The boss was really sore
He said "you're second rate
and I won't take it anymore."
He continued raving
On how I was misbehaving
Said my job was not worth saving
And so I longed for Avon
Avon by the sea
I must go back to Avon
Avon by the sea
When my lifeboat needs a haven
When my problems need a maven
This is where I need to be
There's a ten-mile barrier island
It's not that far away:
Where ospreys touch down majestically
and beach forests gently sway.
But also on the Jersey shore
are the roots that once made me,
In the little town of Avon,
and when all the walls are caving
and hunger turns to craving
I retreat to Avon,
Avon by the sea
I took the train last September
Got off at Asbury Park
Strode the miles of boardwalk
Had to stop at coming dark.
I had regrets, I shed a tear
Then I saw a dolphin at setting light
At Ocean Grove I sat on a pier:
And on the shore it seemed alright.
I've paid my dues, I made my plea
They say I was guilty in the first degree
Let me lose the past in Avon,
I'll fly in like an escaping raven
Look! My friends are wildly wavin'
in Avon by the sea.
Categories:
avon, america, friend, ocean, places,
Form:
Lyric
Wurtis B was a bardolater.
Shakespeare fan, there was no one greater.
He spouted the Bard.
Photo on his card.
Hamlet magnet on refrigerator.
Categories:
avon, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Limerick
It may be audacious even to attempt
a definition of his greatness
But it is not so difficult to describe the gifts
that enable him to create imaginative visions of pathos and mirths
that whether read or witness in the theatre
William Shakespeare
Categories:
avon, education, history, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Fast
river
the Avon
running to Bath
beautiful with snow
when I first met
the unknown
walking
slow
Categories:
avon, allusion, blessing, confidence, dream,
Form:
Ninette