Best Boo Poems
Blessed are those that before already knew
the living ark for in him they
found Heaven one day Boo.
His light casts no shadows — it goes right thru,
all tears will be wiped away in
God’s Heaven one day Boo.
Angelic songs comfort animals too,
nothing will ever die again
in Heaven one day Boo.
Find sweet Smudges among the flowers blue
and tell her mother is coming
to Heaven one day Boo.
I have already started to miss you,
tomorrow always comes too soon,
til Heaven one day Boo.
Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.
As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?
Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.
I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.
11.14.14
BOO
Witches n' goblins
Will be at the door.
Funny faced children,
Some are a boor.
Tiny people, dressed up so cute,
You just want to hug them,
Give them the loot.]\
Some dressed as angels,
With mom's homemade wings.
Will bring smiles to your face,
When the doorbell rings.
Some kids will be naughty,
As they ring the bell and run.
Or call on the phone,
Hang up just for fun.
Family pets will go crazy,
With every new sound.
As they run to the door,
In a noisy bound.
Take it all with a smile,
For each yer it has been.
A spooky old night,
And enjoy Halloween.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
She absolutely loved it whenever I would playfully call unto her, 'Boo Boo...
Twas so very adorable within her pink cotton dress, as white canvas tennis shoes
Ever this bright her dreamful eyes; a favourite attire and us being children would giggle ?
Beautiful, the expressions upon Angelica's face when concentrating a bit too hard; pouting
Velvet lips glistening when suddenly as ofttimes precious kitty Mercy would hop atop mingling
Colours only to find his whiskers once more painted in blue; tossing these tiny cups aside; hearts
Of a new song ? Pulling time's notes from my shirt pocket; ocean tides poetic, emerald skies....
Love, while the years passed by; carousel kisses, she read then wept a tear to taste rainbow hues, beloved.
I live in North East Florida
That's just a hop, skip, and a jump
From the land known as Georgia
Where "Honey Boo Boo" once held court with her mom
If'n you never knew "Honey Boo Boo"
You're in for a treat or more than one
She was a multi car train wreak
That you couldn't turn your bugged eyes away from
First let me explain the state of Georgia
So this family ya'll will understand
Not long ago they re-dirted both paved roads
Said progress was getting way out of hand
So with that said and done son
With formalities out of the way
Lets turn our attention back to our star attraction
And see what all she had to say
Her fame started out on Toddlers & Tiaras
Reality shows we all seem to love
From The Crazed Housewives to The Kardashion's
America can not get enough
And since it's on T.V. it's gotta be true
Did you ever try her drink sensation
Of Red Bull and Mountain Dew, she liked to call "Go Go Juice"
It'll put hair on your derriere for extra pad in relaxation
And who wouldn't want to see a six year old
With that kind of Hellacious Buzz
What went through my mind when I looked at it was
Ahhh, Redneck Motherly Love
So now do you redneckonize her
Where all I just said is quite true
A dolla used to make her holla!
I sure miss "Honey Boo Boo" on the Boob Tube
As I'm sure all of you do too...
Sally was a silly sheep,
all she did all day was sleep.
She was woolly with skin so fair.
All the rams loved her silky hair.
But she'd always give them a scare,
as her voice they could not bare.
They would run ever so far,
as she could not go baa, baa, baa.
What made sally feel really blue,
instead of baa, her voice would go boo!
Sally slept, as she felt so lonely,
all her friends seemed a bit phony.
Until she met a tone deaf ram,
he said: " Hello, my name is Graham."
Frankly, he didn't give a damn,
if Sally sounded like a scam.
No longer did she feel lazy,
as they fell in love so crazy.
No fear of sounds they would compose,
freely, they grazed green grass meadows.
Cat-and-mouse
Gloves held high
Can't see you
Peek-a-boo
Gloves held high
Block every punch
Can't get through
Peek-a-boo
Drop your guard
One split second
BAM POW SMASH
A knock-out beckons
It's cat-and-mouse
Move those feet
Then my jaw
~ Your fists greet
H aunting continues within the dilapidated old house on the hill
A long winding tree lined path may be followed to it's entrance
U ntil last season the house lay quiet and still
N ow one can see strange lights and hear faint voices coming from the manor
T omorrow is "All Hallow's Eve" and the town's children have decided to climb the hill
following the treacherous path
I nnocence and curiosity go hand and hand within the young
N o one was prepared for what waited for the children beyond the iron gates
G hostly ghouls and goblins anxious to take their place!
Boo
< coniferous tree
playing peek a boo .... shuffle
candid smiles glisten
{ Christmas }
Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All
She holds it in her little hand,
the arm of her friend, Teddy Bear.
It had finally been torn off,
from what started as a little tear.
Her tear streaked cheeks say it all,
her world has come to an end.
This tragedy must be reversed,
we must get Teddy on the mend.
Tongue stuck out the side of her mouth,
she helps thread the darning needle.
Bright red wool to do the job.
In her arms, Teddy, she cradles.
With each stitch, she pats Teddy's arm,
cooing reassuring words,
Telling him how brave he is.
It's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
With a flourish, I place the last stitch,
a band-aid and healing kiss.
Then, off they go to new adventures,
Teddy Bear and my Little Miss.
Take a look,
Into my eyes,
Chapters to my book,
No needed lies,
Trust me please,
I’ll bring you near,
A shiver; a breeze,
An imagination pure.
Gentleman style,
Falling down with desire,
Please stay awhile,
The flame to my fire.
Two sides to the half,
A perfect fit,
A smile shines; laugh,
Knocked down; hard hit.
The pebble to steal,
To set oneself a side,
Is this real?
Wanting to hide.
Hey boo,
I may never tell,
How I feel too,
Keep all well,
You remind me,
Of the princesses’ lost shoe,
A fantasy I see,
Holding onto hope-for me and you.
Oh yes, I see you, the Doc let me peek
for so long you were blurred no more than a
little gray wiggly blob Daddy would say boo
to [as if you could hear him?] saying "boo".
Maybe you did hear because out you came a
bit early! Dad was there again to peek.
Sorry about the light being so bright, a
bit scary. You started boo hooing, boo,
but you were gorgeous, still, at first peek.
So, of course your first game was peek a boo!
TRITINA
see about the poem
7/22/14
< halloween haunting's
black shoe polish foundation
ruby red lipstick
pillow stuffed under big dress
red white bandana for hair
spatula in hand
eggbeater in dress pocket
pillowcase for loot
daddy's boots causing blisters
aunt jemima memories
Entry For
Paula Sweanson's
Halloween Of Tears Past
GL AL
Tribute To Childhood Memories
With the glut of sounds fixed within the book of expressions
I cause the dearth in mine carve ‘pon slip for the eager to ponder
A poet compelled yet tactful with scribe as a view thru scrim
Under the creepy tree
Lies a haunted bee, living so free
Comes around, goes around
In a shredded house buried underground
No curse can cease the flying bee
No spell to quell a singing bee
Full moon grows as werewolves howl
Shivering behind the bark is a crying owl
The haunted bee saw the preening owl
Jiggling and blustered, the owl began to brawl
The owl quashed the speeding bee on canvass
Bee was bruised, but the owl was stung...
fell on pampas