Best Bedstead Poems
Dear Santa,
As you may well know,
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead,
would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead?
I'll sew up the legs so that there is more space,
can't have my gifts falling all over the place.
I hope you don't mind, as my wine you consume,
please try to be silent when entering my room.
I'm a light sleeper and at my age, which is quite a pain,
if I lose too much sleep, then it addles my brain.
You may kiss me sweetly if I'm in deep slumber
mistletoe on my pillow, plus telephone number.
I promise to leave you a home-made mince pie,
though the pastry's gone soggy
'cause the onions made me cry.
Myopia means recipes I really struggle to see
though onion in mince pies' is a new one on me.
But the pies are quite tasty as I'm sure you'll agree
and if you're still hungry, then have two or three!
There's a drop of fine whisky which you may try too,
bought by my late husband circa 1952
'twas in an old bottle I found in the shed
my hubby drank most of it afore dropping dead.
I think you're so special, dear old Santa Claus,
now here's what I would like you to leave in my drawers:.
1. A pretty box - so I may store my false teeth so neat,
so I can find 'em when I gets me something to eat.
2. A walking frame 'cause I am liable to fall,
and falling, alas, does you no good at all.
3. Some California Poppy, as supplies now seem so short,
if this scent can't be found I will smell like a horse.
4. A pair of big knockers, for front and back door.
A warm cosy nighty, don't need see-throughs no more.
5. Get me a back scratcher, please, if you can,
I can't scratch that itch since I lost me old man.
6. Also an emergency underwear kit,
as nowadays there's times when I don't quite make it.
7. If you have a big dog, leave it in the back yard,
I'll treat quite kindly, if me it will guard.
Thats all the gifts on my Christmas wish list,
but I'll settle for more Santa, if you insist.
I haven't been naughty for many a year,
when awaking, I expect all my gifts to be here!
Merry Christmas!
Looby Loo x
* * *
Christmas 2020
Categories:
bedstead, christmas, desire, fun, giving,
Form:
Rhyme
I awake from winters slumber
As my sap begins to flow
My buds will shortly sprout
While my limbs begin to grow
I watch the many animals
That start to come around
To some I am a gym
While others lay quite sound
The birds will make their nest
In my many boughs
The weave each little nest
With great skill it's quite a show
I've stood the test of time
As the seasons come and go
When summer comes I'll be
The shade that you love so
There used to be some children
Who would climb my sturdy limbs
They'd play all day around me
Their joy to me were hymns
When fall comes to pass
I put on my favorite suit
With reds oranges and yellows
The owl will even give a hoot
My sap is what I'm famous for
It taste so sweet when boiled down
I tell you just one sip of it
Will make a smile right from a frown
Now When my days are through
My journey still goes on
I may become a bedstead
Or a table for someone
Someone may yet use me
For a ceiling or a floor
You see my wood is prized
For many things even a door
But now I will just stand here
For everyone to see
The majesty and wonder
Of me the Sugar Maple tree
Created 7/21/15 for the Trees Personified contest
Categories:
bedstead, nature, tree,
Form:
Personification
Post coitum omne animal triste est,
sive gallus et mulier*
Yes, no cockerel who rules the cackling roost
Will stomach slander from Latin master;
But who will stand aside and let the ghost
Of hints slur old motherhood’s register.
Manhood must of needs hang its head in pain
After all the sweat and toil in loins of love;
After millions of squiggly soldiers in vain
Drop their lean tails at the egg wall alcove.
Only the fool who dares call woman’s bluff
Shall learn hard way positions in bedstead;
Virile pride will sink in the depths of fluff
While smooth gym-trained muscles rage instead.
As they say hereabouts sur le vieil Continent
La différence, Mon Sieur: lip’s shade content.
· * “After the sexual encounter every animal is
grief-stricken,
excepting the cock and the woman.”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. From the collection:
Poems Omega Plus, 2005. Rev. 2012.
Categories:
bedstead, humorous, love, women, animal,
Form:
Sonnet
I remember
I remember
A swallow gliding across
The moon’s rising shadow
That falls
At the feet of my bedstead.
I look at the glow and the raven black sky
And wonder of what’s to come.
I remember
Crashing it fell
Into a birch
Covered in snow
Crisp white snow
Sending an icy death
Across it rigor mortis limbs.
That yearn for the sky.
So the Fall
Leads to a still death,
And time passes.
Categories:
bedstead, blessing, eulogy,
Form:
Elegy
I recollect we would,encircling a fire,congregate
Brew tea and pregnant stories of ancient time narrate
My grandpa would hours during nonstop preach
The inestimable merits of Dawn prayer and teach
Deserting wintry bedstead and its comfort
Cleansing,doing ablutions and to the masjid resort
Yet would hibernate and for a while snore
Something the hapless,antiquated elder imploded to account for
Instead on the blasphemous devil blast it
Spurn to avoid his assailable limit
Professing satan has peed in his ear
Portending any if to his alibi doesn't adhere
God is merciful and our flaws does tolerate
Gran dad's motto is only spank and flagellate.
Categories:
bedstead, family,
Form:
Free verse
Steam driven ashes and lava from volcanoes
Obscure tomorrows
Exploding from bean pods and tomatoes
Beseeching and seeking halos
Our lives require
To earn a rebirth
Inspire and inquire
Whether a new berth
Becomes of the essence
In the path the future offers
Despite the intensive care unit defence
Happiness in bloom proffers
To decrease the harm
Self destruction and self deceit
Can inflict when calm
Vanishes into the precinct whose welcome receipt
Determines if our happiness hangs on the thread
Lost in the complexity and cohesion in the spiderweb
Enmeshed in the labyrinth whose bedstead
Holds the secret to our arrival and survival on the World Wide Web
Where happiness navigates
Searching for you and I
Not as surrogates at Sorrows’ Gates
But as equal partners in debunking a fatal lie.
Categories:
bedstead, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Just belay, will you,
hook-up and just stay.
Grab a mooring,
until the break of day.
Or ride at anchor on line,
rode to sea's bedstead,
instead.
Just belay, and moreover just stay,
steadfast and sheltered, right here secure,
with no if and buts
for up-anchor, quick-and-away lifts,
to aweigh, your belay stay
with me today.
Categories:
bedstead, friendship, may, romantic, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
Her old grandmother ailing
Shortly before she lied down
Her quaver fresh head facing the wall
Her crocodile skin broke of blood vessels
She let the dying for burial
She ran away from
The old one who used to-
With a clean razor sew her forested head
Lumbering to clear the wild animal infested bushes
As she tried in vain to breath to bathe on her bedstead
On the eve of her demise she got the information
The civilized one through the nose banged the call
Let the dead bury the dead as she hissed sounding antediluvian
With her entire bed burdened with unknown deceased men fossils
Shhh! Let the dead bury the gone
Categories:
bedstead, mothers day, society,
Form:
Didactic
I have being bitten with a poisonous sting
Causing me greater pain
Making me feel unconscious
And allowing tears flow down my cheek
I have being bitten by an unseen creature
Causing people to mourn with me
Causing me to have that unusual thinking
And making me cry uncontrollable
I have being bitten with a poisonous sting
Which makes neighbours and friends
Comfort me to the highest extreme
And making them voice out 'sorry' to me.
I have being bitten by an unseen creature
Who took my loved ones forever
Putting their remnant in a forever bedstead
And taking their spirit away to the other side.
I have being bitten with a poisonous sting
Which makes a living creature
Get separated from their loved ones
All because they are now at the other side
Oh!! I have being bitten by an unseen creature
Which I know not who you are
And still believe that you're inevitable
Cos you'll still come back for me.
Categories:
bedstead, 2nd grade,
Form:
Elegy
I dreamt I said, ‘Hullo, Fellow’ on her pink plumage pillow
When from my blue sky grew and flew a sentimental swallow
That told me to fold my arms and grow calm because it didn’t matter anymore
As the etiquette of entire episode chose to metamorphose into a sappy snore.
I dreamt life no longer brought, caught or taught strident strife
When for the umpteenth time a series of memories drew me to my lost life
Taken away from my puny pay on a gray Wintry Wednesday
Leaving my heart bleeding, begging and weeping every day.
I dreamt I lost my post as teacher to become a preacher
When a sermon I delivered reminded me I wasn’t a true blue bleacher
Who in the twinkling of an eye could turn ebony black into snow white
Praying hard for God to restore a sinner’s succor and salvation right.
I dreamt sanity and vanity from my mind vowed to quit
When by force of booze I succeeded in losing my wit
Indulging instead the bedstead of lampoon language
That infiltrated and integrated every fabric of my every message.
Categories:
bedstead, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Hark, listen to the church bells ring
In welcome to our newborn King
Sing in praise for the Holy babe
It was for us our Saviour came.
As never before - kneel and pray
For peace on earth this Christmas Day
Come back joyous days of yore
When hearts of gold came to the fore.
Choirs accompanied by brass bands
Sang out to crowds who'd stop and stand
In weather cold beyond reason
Celebrating Yuletide season.
Friends and neighbours often stopped by
For festive cheer and a mince pie
Folk selflessly shared what they had
No one went hungry, hearts were glad.
Children were content to accept
A stocking hung on the bedstead
An apple, orange, a few nuts
If they had behaved well enough.
Token gifts were given with grace
On the day the world celebrates
God's only son, His precious gift
Wrapped up in love and fellowship.
Christmas 2020
Categories:
bedstead, celebration, christmas, love,
Form:
Rhyme
5 a.m. had surfaced
Weary I ascended from my bedstead
Keen I rose the first of many cancer sticks
to the sleek rift of my lips
Oh, how the flavor of fresh, young smoke
Knocked at the base of my esophagus
Caressing my uvula with infinitely
Unfathomable mountains of beauty
Categories:
bedstead, life, cancer,
Form:
Verse
Just going for a BEER
Beer, Beer, what you are doing here
I thought I gave you up
But there are still two cans of you left here in the fridge
Now enough is enough
But I do though like salty peanuts
And when you seem to make it snow
I know I can’t leave the pub
To get more beer and some cheer
Now that’s what I call luck
Happy hour is here again
So I don’t give a XXXX
Beer, Beer what are you doing here
Time you went to bed
For if you stay to much longer
You will affect my head
Night to you all and no need to crawl to the bedstead
Me and Beer have come to agree that he will never leave
So I will just lock him out and hope we don’t both freeze
Beer, Beer, it’s time for you and me to sup
Then to bed we shall go until the next winter glow
And it’s your time to get up slow
Before Mr Hangovers
DAMO
Categories:
bedstead, april, drink, wine,
Form:
Free verse
I always think of us as young
you still blooming and me too fresh
Like the time when your little body was huge
with our boy
we really rocked the cradle back then
or that time
in some cheap hotel in a scuzzy British resort
was it Skegness
When we
both a little drunk
shook a bedstead loose from its frame
Our bodies made a wild kind of poetry back then
not gentle
We fell into whirlpools of frenzy
unholy delights flickering red in our eyes
Do you recall old girl
Such passions rekindle themselves
through time and distance
they dance on everlasting
though with much calmer flames
and a more steady propriety
Categories:
bedstead, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Starry portents twinkling in iris,
the rest was essential,
some potent tranquilizer,
was working on wrecked nerves,
in delirium one felt,
sweet honey run through nerves,
slowly to brain,
where it oozed,
as if rain,
wetting the parched,
and loosening,
the starched,
gradually links got severed,
and limbs knew not,
where one was,
and where the other,
only a blob,
rested on bedstead,
perhaps holding,
the pillow and post,
drowsiness was overpowering,
and enveloping,
the boat sank,
and sank deep,
only to bob back,
as if new.
Categories:
bedstead, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse