Best Be Going To Poems
I’ve been to every corner of this good old U.S.A.
From New York to Miami; from Seattle to L.A.
I’ve visited state parks from the east coast to the west
And many famous cities (San Francisco is the best).
But somehow in my travels, a few states I have missed.
So I have sat down tonight and made myself a list.
Cities I’ve not been to yet with sights I want to see
Lie in Arkansas and in the state of Tennessee.
In Arkansas my sister lives inside her lovely home,
And that state has some parts where I would like to roam.
Some day I must travel there, and see for my first time
Where Jenny lives (I must prepare myself for humid clime).
I’ve never been to Little Rock; I googled it to see
Attractions I could visit like the Clinton Library.
River Market District looks more interesting though.
Also there’s a city zoo, a place I’d like to go.
But Memphis, east of Little Rock, is calling more to me.
With Jenny, I would travel two more hours leisurely.
We’d laugh and talk our whole trip through
Like as kids we always used to do.
What I most look forward to is certain to be grand:
Elvis Presley’s mansion; I’ll be going to Graceland!
Since Presley died, I’ve heard about this landmark for his fans.
I’ve longed to go, but hubbie always had his other plans.
This vacation I must have. I’ve talked to Jenny and
It’s good to know I’d have with me my sister and good friend.
And maybe next we’d head down to the Gulf of Mexico.
That New Orleans is sure a spot I wish that I could go!
written Feb. 17, 2016 for the Take a Vacation contest
( THANKSGIVING AT MAMA`S )
When going to mama’s for Thanksgiving
Your mouth will water for miles away
It’s for eating and a time for forgiving
Before the meal hold hands and pray.
Hope there’s no long winded preacher
Anyone but him should say the prayer
Thank God for mama the teacher
Thanksgiving is such a festive affair.
When the food is passed don’t ask
Just pile it on your plate, it’s all good
Your mouth with turkey it will bask
Eat what you take, that’s understood.
The turkey is always golden brown
Dressing plenty inside moist and tasty
Mama’s love is what does it I found
Her ingredients have lots of modesty.
Lots of food at mama’s to go around
Family and friends to help celebrate
All kinds of good things to eat abound
With all the food it’s hard to concentrate.
Biscuits and gravy, yams and corn too
Leave room for mama’s pumpkin pie
Left over turkey will be used for stew
Filled no more room, only for a sigh.
If the talk of religion comes up
Everyone has their own view
Time for a drink pass me a cup
Mama has fresh tea she brew.
Besides only the church has it right
Everyone else will be going to hell
Hell and damnation a frightful sight
Miss church and mama we’ll tell.
So when your at mama’s for the night
Let’s all be thankful for a great meal
Ask God to bless mama it’s only right
What a good day, full is what I feel.
I was loving the sun,
Not consciously doing anything
My gourds hanging sweetly,
Too big to move much
Dancing with internal mirth
Because I was being picked today
It is always a relief to a calabash
When the pickers arrive
I heard laughter and stood a bit taller
Glad I could see farther than bushes
But no one showed, so I knew
It was not the pickers.
I sat back and enjoyed the
love of the sun a little longer,
excited the gourds would be going to new homes
today, knowing they would love
being bird houses and decorations
Feeling sad for the ones who
would be turned into tobacco pipes
They are all my children,
I want them all to
breathe and enjoy
the sun...
I saw a smurf the other day,
Just after I swallowed a handful of smarties,
I thought they were sweets
But they looked like the things
My brother used to take to his parties.
The trees started talking,
I though it quite strange
Then a poor little dog
Melted into a puddle.
I started to cry,
Tears fell from my eyes
And all i wanted right then
Was a cuddle.
I saw a smurf the other day,
Just after i swallowed a handful of smarties.
I dont think they were sweets
And if thats what they eat
I dont think I'll be going to parties!!!
Soda, ice cream, chips and pizza
I love the way they taste
But every time I bring some home
They end up going to waist
My wife screams are you eating again
You’d better heed my warning
I said, no, I’ve only eaten once
But I started early this morning
There’s something wrong with you
The way you eat your meals with such haste
I guess I’m in a hurry to get rid of the food
Because I know it’s going to waist
Don’t sit there eating everything in sight
And smiling trying to act so coy
You’re the only person I know gets a greeting card
From the Pillsbury dough boy
Sorry if my eating habits seem to make you cry
I’ll slow down and only over eat on days that end in Y.
Not funny, not funny she said
Her face as red as a beet
When I asked her to check if my socks matched
Because I couldn’t see my feet
Another day in Paradise
To the dinner table I raced
I guess that all that food she made
Will soon be going to waist.
Swamp Nightmare
Oh! me oh! my boo hoo!
Whatever shall we do
Now it’s going far too well
When it should be going to hell
The Economy is booming
No catastrophe yet looming
After choosing Donald Trump
Where recession? where the slump?
But we’re nearing full employment
All who can, in max deployment
Black and white yellow and brown
Income up and food stamps down
Holy cow-farts! mercy me!
Not the way that it should be
They’ll soon be saying Co2
Is good for plants, for me and you
Fat boy Kim not shooting rockets
NATO digging in their pockets
Who’s now talking about ISIS
We must find a brand new crisis
Trump investigation arid
Every accusation parried
Muller’s litigious top notchers
Surely they can find some ‘gotchas’!
So unfair it can’t be right
A spectre in the dark of night
What went wrong. She should have won
She was on a straight home run
But we never will surrender
With all forces we can render
We will surely draw his blood
As we dig deeper in the mud
We may yet be his ‘Grim Reaper’
For the Swamp goes so much deeper
But for now we do beseech
All together cry: ‘EMPEACH!’
Please forgive me
If I committed a sin
The devil was calling my name
And he pulled me in
I tried my best to stop him
But I couldn’t get away
Temptation got the best of me
And I forgot what you had to say
Guide me back to the right path
Make me see clear
It was all the devil’s fault
And I couldn’t get passed my fear
I ate the forbidden fruit
And I admit the taste was great
It took awhile for me to understand
I would be going to hell at this rate
I am sorry that I failed your test
And it was an epic fail
I knew it was wrong but it felt right
But I don’t want to end up in hell
You sacrificed your life for me
And I feel that I let you down
But let my rights outweigh my wrongs
When judgment day comes around
Continue to answer my prayers
And please continue to hear my cries
Allow me to repent to you daily
And please help me open my eyes
The bible says you are a forgiving God
And I believe that’s true
Just give me a second chance
To re introduce myself to you
She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.
Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a skeleton road keeper,
Was he dead or alive? she could not guess,
And she? Being alive meant not feeling helpless.
Her husband, pot-bellied, balding bully, a bull
Bulling like a bullfrog walking ahead in blue
Halting, looking back to measure the gap,
The gap would never close in to good shape.
She thought of their congenial intimacy
Seven years back, love affair, pregnancy.
They entered a shop to buy the grocery.
She saw a kid’s picture on a pad of nappy.
Death of their son, mockery of her love,
The unfaithfulness of her idiotic cove.
The shopkeeper’s son was on the phone:
“Is there any point to carry it further on?”
“I will be going to USA for three years at least
Want to be free and have fun, can’t commit.”
Her heart went on the other side of the phone
Her inner voice spoke to her in different tone.
Outside the moon shimmered on a clear summer
Her eyes shone with a clear determined glimmer
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Second Place win in
The Contest Featured Poem by P.D.
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The poem was featured in 2006 and won Honorable Mention in
The Poetry Soup International contest of July, 2006.
SONG OF THE EVENING
In a lullaby song of the evening.
In the background a cricket sings,
corellas fly past, to their resting tree
high upon silhouette wings.
Red sky widens and covers the west
with half sun glowing and gold,
there’s stark contrast between heaven and earth
as life in a pondage unfold.
Bullfrog! Bullfrog! Clearing your throat,
reed warbler should be going to sleep.
‘Sweet pretty creature,’ call of willy wagtail
and crickets continue to cheep.
In a lullaby song of the evening,
new stars are beginning to shine,
plovers’ static call fills the growing dim sky
and the reed warbler's calling decline.
So when the changeover’s completed,
and day has now turned into night,
these lullaby songs of the evening,
are now hidden well out of sight.
Bullfrog! Bullfrog! Clearing your throat,
and crickets continue to cheep.
‘Sweet pretty creature,’ call of willy wagtail,
the ringtail awake from their sleep.
A red fox is yapping, then a mournful drawl,
the mopoke hoots steady and soft.
Radar pings in flight of the wattled bat
echo with it flying aloft.
A koala growls in the manna gum tops,
a sugar gliders’ stealing its space,
maned geese flying blind from dam to dam
moan ‘gnow’ for the night to embrace.
The lullaby song of the evening is dying,
where hunter and hunted exist,
for the art of survival is simply relying
on mute vigilance in their midst.
Bullfrog! Bullfrog! You are silent now,
reed warbler is sleeping at last.
Plovers’ are quiet, crickets no longer sing
the moon in a stillness drifts past.
The wind is calling to me again.
It comes from the sea over the mountains.
It seems to be calling out my name.
Come to me in the darkness of the night.
As I watch the day pass ever so slowly.
I will be going to where it's calling out to me.
Going to where the mountains meet the sea.
To where there is no one but me.
To where the tide never stops.
As the moon guides me along my way.
To where the shadows cross the sea.
Just to see what I will find.
I'm going to the rocks by the sea.
To where the wind is taking me.
By the moonlight of the darkness
of the night.
I wrote this way back in 1972- 73,,,, Andrea said I should post the old one's back when I first started keeping track. So here's one of them.
I have good news! My husband Michael was able to come home from the hospital in time for his 71st birthday August 9th. He is doing better and lost 60 lbs., 40 of which was water, in the hospital. Had he waited a week longer he would have died doctors said. He is slowly recovering. I know that all your prayers help so much and I am very grateful to all of you for your prayers. Thank you so much for all your good thoughts and prayers. Love, Connie
August 11, 2015
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I would like to ask for your prayers and good thoughts for my
husband Michael. He has been in the hospital for a week and
why I have not replied to all your wonderful comments on my
poetry or commented on yours. Thank you all for your kindness.
My husband’s heart is only beating at 20% of its capacity.
He may not make it home from the hospital where he wants to
be. I have great faith in prayer and I know that it will help.
My daughter and I will be going to see him as soon as she gets
off work and we will be doing reiki on him (touch healing).
Thank you all for your support and your prayers.
Love and Blessings, Connie
A Hellish Damn Nation
Come here my little one and may you never know the reaps of hell
Make not too many mistakes with sinful ways, for you can and will flourish well
Some people will rise like an obstinate tide and they could scream into a storm
Oh listen my child as you enter, for I want you to fight all the demons and swarm!
For when you are at your lowest peak, they can prey on your fear and lust for your hate
Do not wonder far for they’ll be waiting right there at the entrance of Hell’s bloody gate!
But listen child, don’t fall and be scared! It’s not as easy as being as good or bad
All the sins taken upon that many have seen, there is life out there that you’ve had
So let me tell you don’t pay any attention to some shadowy people that may be around
For in some cases they may be sinking much deeper into the mightiest underground
Where all those unlikely demons and souls will shriek and hide beneath the shadows below
For in damnation: all the useless vile people may be going to the Hell’s down in tow.
Written: 7/11/15
Theresa Marie W-C
She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.
Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a skeleton road keeper,
Was he dead or alive? she could not guess,
And she? Being alive meant not feeling helpless.
Her husband, pot-bellied, balding bully, a bull
Bulling like a bullfrog walking ahead in blue
Halting, looking back to measure the gap,
The gap would never close in to good shape.
She thought of their congenial intimacy
Seven years back, love affair, pregnancy.
They entered a shop to buy the grocery.
She saw a kid’s picture on a pad of nappy.
Death of their son, mockery of her love,
The unfaithfulness of her idiotic cove.
The shopkeeper’s son was on the phone:
“Is there any point to carry it further on?”
“I will be going to USA for three years at least
Want to be free and have fun, can’t commit.”
Her heart went on the other side of the phone
Her inner voice spoke to her in different tone.
Outside the moon shimmered on a clear summer
Her eyes shone with a clear determined glimmer
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Honorable Mention
For the contest : Free style - Syed Amaan Ahmad
I’m visiting ‘Casa Del Back Garden’
it’s a beautiful place I must say,
I‘ll potter about in my greenhouse
for safety it’s at home we must stay
Despite us being on lockdown
we’ve got enough food to eat,
So I get busy in ‘Gran Kitchena’
and I’ll cook up a real tasty treat
My holiday doesn’t ‘Costa Fortuna’
as we’ve been told that we cannot roam,
so I’ve created a virtual vacation
but in truth there’s no place like home!
We were due to be going to Edinburgh next week of course its all cancelled due to CV so i am having a holiday at home.
05/09/20
Daddy, where has Mommy gone?
She’s gone to heaven, I say.
Will she be coming back?
No, but we can talk to her when we pray.
Why did she have to go, Daddy?
Well, she got sick and God wanted to take her home.
I guess he needed another angel up there,
And your Mommy was just the right one.
But then Daddy, who will be my Mommy?
Well she is still your Mommy, Son, we just won’t see her any more,
But she will be looking down upon us,
And still loving us, for sure.
I will miss seeing her Daddy,
I know, and so will I,
But whenever we miss her too much,
We can just look up to the sky,
And know that she is up there
With other angels who once were Moms
And tell her that we miss her
And are sorry that she’s gone.
Will you be going to heaven too, Daddy?
Well I hope to some day
But first I have a job to do
So I think I’m gonna stay.
What job do you have to do, Daddy?
I have to make sure your Mother’s son, grows up to be a man,
And not until that job is done,
Can I go to see her again.
I promised Mommy I would look after you,
And it’s a promise I mean to keep,
Now say a prayer to Mommy,
And let’s both get some sleep.
Good night, Mommy.
Good night, Dear.