Best Carrie Poems
Brunette, of hair, my mother's face
I'm known to be a country girl
I like to wear blue denim jeans,
but love to wear a dress of lace
I've made mistakes, to my disgrace
I'm small in size......my eyes are blue
I'm not a prize, have no excuse
I'm the neighbor who will bring you soup
Good music fills my eyes with tears
Love hula hoops. Loops in my ears
Can toss a ball, and whoop it up
I can ride a horse, and wear the boots
Don't wear a crown, I'm not a queen
But I am keen on my clean house
I'll lend an ear, I am a friend
My favorite food might be ice cream
A double scoop, I beg you please?
I'll bathe the dog, I give good hugs
I'll rub your back when you are ill
I'll judge you not...won't hold a grudge
A movie fan, read quite a lot
I thrive on love, I'll love you too
Can fix most things with Elmer's glue
Can stretch a dime, make old things new
I love antiques and have a few
My family ties are iron strong
And stronger as the days grow long
I hope to light my little world
With poetry, some bad, some good
I've paid my dues.....with ups and downs
A small town girl, who gets around
I try to keep an open mind
I hope to God, that I've been kind
And hope to find a friend in you
So that's scoop, ..... a double dip
I'll say adieu' ...., and finish it !
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Submitted For "A Poet's Bio"
Contest sponsored by Tammy Reams
Distance does not impede her grace
innocence shines on her face
carry on we say
carry us away
Write for us of those olden days
carry our mindset's to child's play.
Days come and go, but she carries
her dreams to us and memories
carry on we say
carry us away
Never leave us alone in reverie.
Dedicated to Carrie Richards
Poor Miss Carrie was scared of anything to do with Halloween,
She’d jump at just the sheer mention of this holiday, no please
Let’s just talk about something else, but as all hollows eve
Approached, this nervous girl would stay inside and hide!
I’m not going out until it’s all done and over with she’d
Say, I’ll stay indoors where it’s nice and cozy, if you don’t
Mind just the same!
But every child has a natural curiosity, and when everyone
Was busy, she’d peek outside the window, their children
Ran up and down the streets, gathering candy, laughing
Maybe she thought it ain’t so scary after all, the child
Thought.
Gathering every bit of courage, scary Carrie ventured
Outside at last, with a pillow case in her trembling hands,
Her mother asked are you sure my little dearest, yes
I’m going to be brave, and face my fear, up and down
The cobwebbed covered block, these tiny darlings
Ran, screaming trick or treat, smell my feet or give
Me something good to eat!
Oh mother dearest, I have no proper costume to ware,
With some suet from the fireplace, we’ll fix that right
Up, a smudging here and there, an oversized dress,
With Aunt Fanny’s yellow sun hat!
Now that’s a homemade costume that’s totally
Sheik, what a sight to behold, than the fearful
Child smiled hugged her mother tightly, thank you
So much!
Running down the lane scary Carrie went running
Along joining her friends, in this holiday tradition,
Returning later on, tired but so happy, Mother
I’ve learned there is nothing to fear about Halloween
At all, and now I can’t wait until next!
Up to bed she smiled and yawned, singing a trick
Or treat bedtime song, I use to be scared of Halloween,
A regular Freddie cat, scary Carrie the other kids teased,
But now they call me fearless, and brave!
After she said her prayers that night, Carrie puckered
Her candy stash away beneath her pillow, and dreamed
About her night’s adventures, saying to her mother dearest,
I’ll never be frightened again!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
No matter who he would marry, his heart belonged to Carrie
Her romance with Aiden could'nt keep them apart
Big already had her heart
It was almost like a forbidden love
The kind one tries to rid themselves of
Their love stood through the test of time
Lingering on in the backs of their minds
The love was so strong, they couldn't ignore
They came together on the penhouse floor
One more hurdle they must get over
He only wanted her, his friend, his lover
He lost his nerve at the thought of the crowd
The girls took the honeymoon, as they enjoyed it out loud
Big knew for months what he must do
get to that courthouse and say I do.
Adrienne L. Gresham
Soul Mates
Big and Carrie sex and the city
Her voice was soft on the telephone
She had gentility, like the part of the city she once lived
We talked of tragedy and chicory coffee
My friends had told me the situation was still grim
I asked her of Galatoire's and Brennan's
Of the Ninth Ward, and of her home
While I, pining and homesick, sipped coffee the color
Of the mulatto Mississippi River. . .
So polite and patient she was
For one who had lost everything
Carrie had a moose fine if you ask me
Asked my dog Lee out for a date in Kree
When she kissed the novice dog
Out there was a smell of fog
I invited Carrie over for tea
Carrie Nation and her cohorts stirred up all kinds of consternation,
As they raided bars leaving a trail of broken glass across the nation!
With hatchet and Bible in hand she preached hellfire and damnation!
She deemed demon rum and those who drank it an abomination!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Lyric poets, lovers of fine rhyme;
balladeers who weave with lines a tale;
satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a light rondel.
Will my muse appear to me and show it?
That place I long to be, where they all dwell. . .
and I'm with them because I am a poet.
(LInda-Marie, I know how you love doing spur of the moment stuff. haha. You are IT. You
have to end your poem with those words, "I am a poet.")
C heating heart
A lienation by
R eaching out and
R uining marriages
I s what you do
E motionally and Physically
She was a writer and she also loved to act.
While she was on a plane, she had a heart attack.
I thought that she was getting better but sadly, she didn't make it.
Her fans are devastated by her untimely death, people can't take it.
She had many acting roles but she'll be best remembered as Princess Leia in Star Wars.
When a person dies, it's always painful and it's something that people can not ignore.
Everybody wanted her to get better and we were shocked to see her die.
Now all of friends, family and fans grieve because we have to say goodbye.
[Dedicated to Carrie Fisher (1956-2016) who died at the age of 60 on December 27, 2016.]
Doug Heffernan
A goofy and humorous man
He spurred belly laughs with every show
Sad when the King of sitcom had to go
Carrie Heffernan
A wife and workaholic with a plan
She never seemed to get a break
with Doug's demands of burgers and steak
10/3/21
Contest: Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
( The King of Queens )
NOTE: I was recently asked to write an acrostic piece for a father to his daughter
on her fourth (I think) birthday. This is the resulting work. Luckily, the requestor
seemed to like it, so I am posting it here. T.
Cherished as you are throughout each waking day,
Amazement that you bring to light my weary way,
Residing in my heart, forever you will stay
Recipient of my love that never fades away,
Internally I sing and sometimes even pray,
Evermore my love, in all you do and say.
My child you are the sun when skies have turned to grey,
A beauty and delight, a vision to portray,
Evermore my love, my darling Carrie Mae.
On a couple of acres of land,
Lives a Southern Californian heart.
With rangeland a scenic backdrop,
She lives in her state’s Northern part.
Surrounded by mountains and meadows,
Her heart’s full of camping memories.
With many generations of creations,
The good Lord has blessed her family.
Mt. Shasta’s seen from her window,
And cattle, coyotes, and mountain lizards.
With a love for music, movies, and camping
We’re blessed by the poetry of Carrie Richards.
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Dedicated to a loving souper, Carrie Richards.
For blessing our work with her wonderful support.
Carrie Stinnard
1891-1908
No one was supposed to know about it.
No one was privy to what I saw that cloudy day.
That curious and confusing day,
Over there, in Clark Cemetery,
Across bemired Citrus Road,
With the mud puddles and the tire tracks.
Over there amongst the alabaster crosses
And the soaked pliant ferns.
Roscoe Settle and Artilissa Dorland Clark
Were sitting closely together there,
Like man and wife, huddled
At honeymoon in the soft rain,
Her husband Aretas, still warm in his grave,
And she, with her head on Roscoe’s shoulder!
Scandalous indeed! Outrageous indeed!
Even here in my grave,
I wonder at that woman’s audacity,
Her highfaluting hypocrisy.
I wonder if there were any morals remaining,
There, inside her irrational lustful heart?
At the sight of this – I was indeed,
Scarred for the remainder of my short life!
How could she, an older woman,
Lead that poor boy on like that?
When I died, I died an undefiled virgin girl,
A dedicated servant of the Lord,
A stern and stringent defender of our faith!
Just like him, one Roscoe Settle,
The man of my dreams!
The man whom even God found sinless in His sight!
Amen to the saints of this staggering earth!
Carrie Meeker was a sleepwalker,
Her doctor prescribed beta blocker;
The drug acted full whack
stopping her sleep and walk
Now she is a real chronic squawker.