Best By Leaps And Bounds Poems
Looked up and down, right and left
Wondering why life suffers a theft
Subtracted beauty from my chin cleft
If I deserved and preserved the best
My love could lavish to attest
Why my love passed a preset test
Under dodgy durations of circumstances
Pummeling endeavours made in instances
That diminished and dwindled distances
Acknowledged to reveal robust character
On a bus, on a train, on foot, on a tractor
Where we determined adversity no longer a factor
In consolidating the love we feel
Grows by leaps and bounds despite the bill
Your family sprang on me to deal and kill
The foundations you and I have built
Over the years to fight to the hilt
Any machinations to pour heaps of silt
Into our love cogs
Meaning love should don cogs
Saunter under coercion in bogs and fogs
To prove its strength
Walking on hot coals at length
If truth should pervade and invade love width
To delight your parents
So worried and harried by overdue rents
We owe for domestic tents
That accommodate our nights and days
Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays
Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays
Shared with supreme care
Far beyond compare
Even when evil eyes stare
Willing you and I could disintegrate
To delight the flight of the ingrate
Who wishes our relationship could migrate
Into Dante's Hades
Struck by full blown Aids
Enfeebled and disabled in beds
Where to detractors we surrender
Stuck owing bucks to the vendor
Who dares to crush our love in his blender
Administering his coup the grace
As we lie panting on yellow grass
Listening to soothing sounds of brass
Whispering osculation and consolation
Amid an attempt at immolation
Our love sustains not in isolation
But in tandem
With a hustled harem
Which sings its ultimate knell anthem.
Little kids have a natural curiosity
that can catch us off guard too often.
Like little Bobby, who went into the kitchen and said,
"Mom, can I ask you a question"?"
"Okay", says she, "I've time for a few".
"I just wanted to know...how old are you"?
"That is not a question you ask of a lady in point,
if you don't want to get her nose out of joint".
"I'm sorry, if I got you upset.
So I'll ask instead, How much do you weigh"?
"Those are not polite questions you are asking son,
and as a lady I'm unwilling to say".
"I'm sorry", again, came Bobby's retort.
"Why doesn't Dad live with us anymore"?
That was it, she'd had enough as she ran him outside,
"Go out and play with your friends before I get sore".
Out he went, his little attitude shattered,
until his friend saw Bobby's face in a frown.
He asked Bobby what was going on,
to make him so gloomy and so down.
After a little conversation about his encounter with mom,
his friend's advice cheered him of that there's no doubt.
"You can get all that info, you silly goof,
Look at her Driver's License and figure it out".
Bobby followed his friend's simple words,
got the info, and ran into the kitchen by leaps and bounds.
Smirkingly he said, "I know how old you are...you're 27,
and you weigh 116 pounds."
"That's right, how do you know"? her face quizzical
"I looked at your Driver's License and just did the math".
His mother had to give him some credit,
after all, it was an unusual path.
"And I know why Dad doesn't live here anymore".
"Now that wasn't on my" Driver's Licence", she said rather vexed.
"Oh yes it was, it was right there...
I saw that you got an 'F' in SEX"!
Note:
this is an old joke I heard somewhere, and
decided to try to put it to rhyme.
Lord only knows how the settlers survived
When in Arizona's desert they arrived
I visited there in late November
And the piercing heat I still remember
Air conditioning's great invention
Brought to this state renewed attention
The population grew by leaps and bounds
Many homes were built on the sandy mounds
"There's no humidity," some still will say
Yet none survive without AC each day
(AC stands for air conditioning)
It is so beautiful
It get it`s beauty from God
God has given it colour from rainbow
It`s smell is from the scent of God
God has given a blessing to it
The blessing is it get it`s charm
When someone by leaps and bounds
Takes it`s bloom from rosarium
What is it which is used with love
It`s a rose .......
Rose of certain colours have a special meaning
A red rose signifies love,beauty,courage and respect
Deep pink rose is gifted as a symbol of appreciation and thanks
Desire,enthusiasm and passion are conveyed by the orange rose
While the lavender coloured rose is linked with love at first sight
The most exquisite is the white rose
It stands for purity,innocence and humility
Among all, a blue rose is very special
It suggest unrealized dreams,ambiguity and mystery
It does not exist in nature !
I don’t know why some say chips are so bad
Tho we both know, not just one can be had!
And why do burgers have to put on pounds
With hot crispy French fries, by leaps and bounds?
And those sugary treats I so often crave
Why is it always so hard to be brave?
The experts first said fat was a no no
Then they said it’s OK, just take it slow.
Chocolate was banned, but they turned that around
A chocolate milk shake! I was heaven bound!
You should eat healthy, but once in a while
A little junk food can put on a smile!
Bad news likes to travel fast,
Much quicker than the good
And you can’t stop it even if
You pause to knock on wood.
It’s like a snowball, growing as
It barrels down a hill,
Unstoppable and uncontrolled
As oil from a spill.
Through phone or text or face to face
The knowledge makes its rounds,
For once the news is negative
It spreads by leaps and bounds.
Technology can’t take the rap
For even in the past,
When something bad took place, that news
Would always travel fast.
Bittersweet, Former Exultations
We met, in yesterdays, we long held dear
Once found our hearts leaped;
Great times, golden moments so clear,
sweet harvests were reaped.
An April day, blue sky sang out loud
Walking we, sang in tune;
Our love became deep and so proud,
Approaching the month of June.
Now look back, upon our sad separation
And we find, dreams can die;
Bittersweet, former exultations,
asking was our love a lie?
Upon our love's loss, angels did cry
Past life, in its sanitation;
Happy times, grew by leaps and bounds,
Was it all just imagination?
R.J. Lindley
Feb.3rd, 1987
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"We met(on) an April day (and) now look back,
upon our love's loss" .
Craters fill the grounds we played
Hearts torn and far away we toss
But what if, in love, we had stayed?
Note- Presented as was written. Have no clue were I was taking it or
even if it was finished.Seems the poem is the answer to the stanza
written after my name and date written. Just too long ago
to remember. Was in a whiskey fog maybe back then. lol
Growing a little more every day
the clothes worn in summer
not fitting today
Growing each day by leaps and bounds
independent at play
new discoveries found
Growing and changing, days going by
baby curls are long gone
and your distinct infant cry
Growth spurts are often and seem overnight
no more crib rails or diapers
baby gear out of sight
Breaking away with each push and pull
stroller rides and tummy time
replaced with play dates and school
Kisses are stolen
and hugs sometimes, too
growing up harder for me than you
To dream of a boy grown into a man
full of faith, love and happiness
and following God's plan
as you grow, my love will grow with you, too
a mommy's love, infinite, unconditional and true
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Early Mother's Day contest (PD)
Second Place
It takes two to tango
So here we go
She cooks
I clean
Utensils now have
A never before sheen
Sweeping, mopping
And all such things
Under my control
I put my heart and soul
Into these
After all
Lady of the house
Has to be pleased
The house is always
Spick and span
Initially I was unsure
She encouraged me
Saying, ‘You can’
Our love has since
Grown by leaps and bounds
More so, in lockdown’s
Second round
Physical distancing be damned
We are always cheek by jowl
Love on the prowl
No, no
Our kitchen has little space
That is the case
The 24/7 company
Has made us so tolerant
Of one another
You see
The distribution of
Household work
Has perked
Our relationship no end
Some bickerings do blend
In the chatter
That’s another matter
Finally, an honest confession
No third soul around
It is she and me
And no other sound
Can never take eyes off each other
Yes, you guessed it right.....
Truly, ‘Maid for Each Other’
From generation to generation
Times have changed so much
By leaps and bounds
Back when technology did not exist
I grew up in a family of 13 kids
Survival was the game of life
Working hard day and night
Trying to make a better life
Nothing was easy
You just did your best
And hoped to reap some reward
Since I tried to live my life
Like an open book
I thought you’d understand
I helped raise six hungry kids
Fed them, sent them to school
And gave them their wings
Six impressionable little minds
Had I known my words would mean so much
All I knew was you needed to be tough
To be ready to face life
So I taught you what I learned
Convinced all you needed were the basics
And you would find your way
I didn’t think I’d be doing you any favours
By painting rosy pictures and
I wouldn’t have known how
My models were two hard working parents
Whose fulltime job was to feed and clothe 13 kids
Barely making ends meet
No time for dreams, barely time for sleep
Too exhausted to even keep up
With the treadmill of daily living
Like baby birds I sent you off from the nest
To stretch your new wings and fly on your own
Find your way and do better than me if you could
I didn’t think I was remiss I gave it my all
Careful not to lose myself in the process
Teeter tottering to maintain balance
Keeping that all important flame alive within
So one day I could be free again to be me
I wish I had told you more often
That I love you and I’m proud of you
I thought my actions would speak louder than words
We each have our journey to live and learn from
I am watching over you from above
Better late than never
I want to tell you today that I love you
And I hope you have a fulfilling life
Until we meet again
Dad xx
version published in photo/poetry book ~UNCONDITIONAL LOVE LETTER TO MY CHILDREN~ 2020 / photos by TIMOTHY McGUIRE
AP: 1st place 2025, 3rd place 2021
PS featured in 2025
What is the meaning of 'family ties'
Is the meaning lost in lies
We strive to hold it all together
Although we're not birds of a feather
With different lives and much to do
we need our families, me and you
We laughed and cried, had fun together
we thought it all would last forever
As the family grows by leaps and bounds
less togetherness can be found
May we never give it up
It's part of what fills our cup
Let's join in fun, let's laugh and play
and smile as we remember it another day
Life is short, as we all know
do not let your family go.
6.
i am to be blown off on the first bombardment
then it is to be flown
in the crowd of fire-flies
on the bushes of the scented-lemons
and it is to see the memory race of the grown-up girls
it is to see more
that after the opening of the sluice gates
one by one
how the gathering in the hindu hotels
increases
by leaps and bounds
the pores of the skin of the body
whose hoods are open
and who are running up
along the spiral route
that leads to the top of the mountain
their child
due to late-marriage
now only knows
how to move on all fours
7.
under the table-glass
i unfold the life-chronicle of one lakh year
and in the olive-cabinet
all the applications for living
from the monsoon-noon to the winter-afternoon
the lines you draw on the parchment
none of them is so condensed
as to touch the palms of a sailor
from the numerable timber-joists
come down the swarms of personal white ants
no spring seems to become corporeal
without the spell of misunderstandings
so of late
besides the dry statistics
with the cough
comes out grey thermometer
prickly-heats spread over the whole body
the sticks of young antenna
shake off their wings
behind the bath-scene
lies the succulent hailstorm
8.
there is no lovely add
yet the market-value of your headache
is going up day by day
all the noon send her mad
the intellectual kisses
the coos
or is it the running about of the tennis-ball
so much pop-corns are flying out
from the draw-well
or that sound of foot-steps
in the north-east
may be
that is of some brown horses
or some horse-drawn perambulators
when the moon spreads out the platinum
does it judge the recipients
thus the bin-leaves can ring
from head to foot
it unfurls an incorrigible right-angle
in the early-evening
the troop with armours
open a shop of condom
beside the vainglory of the lake
To conquer you should at both ends the candle burn
By leaps and bounds seek long to sojourn
In the arena of knowledge imbibe from every stream
Lend an ear to your flaws,don't be so swift to overesteem
You would later eventually society confront
Malefactor throngs from all edges affront
The road of success is not of any thorns devoid
Pursue unpretentious learning and haughtiness avoid
Don't your teachers attempt to clone
Make a carbon copy of them or their image atone
We cheatingly have treasured our own strains and weakness
Superbly camouflaged them and denied our faultiness
If despite all,you sense you the plateau reached
Bowing out would quell our gusto to teach.
When a man has a pound,
he grovels on the ground.
If he gets two,
he searches for gals to woo.
when he has three,
he goes on a spending spree.
when he has four pounds,
he gets naughty by leaps and bounds.
When he gets to five
thinks he's got more than a life
when he gets six
he looks for ladies to fix.
On getting to seven,
he thinks he's in heaven.
Finding himself at eight,
he uses ladies as his bait.
Now, holla! he's got nine pounds,
he's sniffing around for more, like hounds.
Yikes, he gets to ten;
he's like a lion, fat in its den.
Now, add an extra one
and he's looking for extra fun.
Make it twelve, and then
he thinks he's got nothing to learn!
This wonderful family I toil beside
How do I love them, let me share with you.
Theresa, loves to shop, spending her money.
Noveta, a finder of bargins, she keeps her's.
Megan, a home of green and yellow,
married a grounded fellow.
Chris moved up our ladder, as did Tracy,
from the bottom to the top by leaps and bounds.
Leanna, so new to us, we know so little,
but soon will blend with the best.
Karla has ridden the beast and lived to tell her tale.
Reta, not a soul she would not spell.
Tasha, so bright and cheerful, timed devotion to the coif.
Kim, with five buttons, she runs here and there.
Amy loves the water, where she shows her need for speed.
Odd men out, Red and Mike, oh my what they do endure.
Cheryl or Shirley, need I say more, we love them both,
she parks the broom next to mine.
VaLynn, not does a lie escape her lips.
Melody, a tune so sweet, and in her mind we all go trogging.
Dee is boisterous and effervescent,
a thesaurus dangling from her tongue....Hmmm.
And our dear Miss Charolette, she turned the tide and ran amok,
in our hearts, she does reside.
This lovely bunch of nuts that I hold so dear.
This place afar, I call my home.
dedicated to all my wonderful coworkers at the hospital