Best Dori Poems
Inside our parents’ bedroom by the door,
our sister Jenny played the old piano.
From all of us a melody would soar
in varying degrees of voice soprano.
A high soprano Jennifer would sing
as pretty Melanie would sing along.
The house with lovely harmony would ring
when I and Dori “seconded” the song.
For church we’d often render “Silent Night.”
Our tiny congregation made such fuss
as if we were four angels in their sight,
and Mom would fairly swoon with pride for us.
Of whims that took no flight I am lamenting;
Mom’s dream, “The Miller Girls . . . now presenting!”
For Sonnet on an Intimate Relationship Poetry Contest:
My best intimate relationship began at home. My four lovely sisters, three of whom are mentioned here, will always be the greatest of my friends.
Categories:
dori, sister,
Form:
Sonnet
Here you are, only twelve, at our kitchen table.
Such a carrot top you were! Strangers used to think
you were our red-head mother’s natural son.
And here’s that photo you took of me at college.
Though you’re not in it, how could I ever forget
it was you in front of me that snapped that shot?
For I’m laughing and so glad you came to see me!
In this one, all ten of us are in the back yard
dressed in our Sunday best - our first big reunion!
I’m nearly 30; just look at my silly perm!
Folks still mistake me for Dori in this picture!
Look how Mom and Thea - for once - are smiling!
You’re standing behind me, in a lovely grey suit,
only 32 and almost out of law school!
Here from more recent pictures, this shows a rare time
we were joined, but sadly, for Dad‘s funeral.
You‘re not in this one, Dale . . . nor in any others.
That picture in our back yard was to be the last.
My dear stepbrother, the best man I ever knew -
Taken from us so young. . . you remain beloved.
Written 10/9/13
Used today March 24, 2021 for
A Meaningful Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
dori, brother,
Form:
Free verse
My mother, whom I still can call any day.
My grandparents all long-since passed away.
My dad, deceased, I hardly got to know.
My stepdad who sadly died years ago.
My daughter and her family so great.
My son, his wife and kids- all out of state.
Dear brother Dale who left this world too soon.
Fun Aunt Joan who passed away last June.
Church folks, old friends, and students I have known.
Peers from then and now with whom I’ve grown.
My sister Jenny, such a loving one.
My second sister Mel who is such fun.
Third sister Dori, from her ex now FREE.
Baby sister Thea – health nut like me!
Cousins, aunts and uncles, most still alive.
Nephews and nieces who by now all drive!
My friends in poetry who mean a lot.
Closest and sweet friends that I still have got.
Old boyfriends of my youth -(wonder where they are!!)
and my hubbie Joe who’s a super star.
March 17, 2021
for charles messina's List With A Twist Poetry Contest
Categories:
dori, memory, people,
Form:
List
To buy a star, I wouldn’t buy just one,
For one all by itself cannot be fun.
I’d buy a group, and five to be precise
because two, three or four would not suffice.
It’s five I want, and five that I would buy,
and if you ask me, I will tell you why.
A special daughter each would represent,
Our mother’s shining dears, all heaven-sent.
Each one so lovely, mother says, So GOOD.
We came to earth to share a childhood!
With eyes so light, and dimples when we smile;
alike and yet distinctive in our style.
Such happy memories and so few bad.
What secrets shared, what revelry we had.
Divided now, we each live far away
from one another; what a happy day. . .
If once again together I might be
with Thea, Jenny, Dori, Melanie. . .
And give them something named for what we are:
“Five Sisters,” for we each deserve a star!
Categories:
dori, friendship, sisterhappy, happy,
Form:
Quatrain
The number of us children growing up was eight.
Each Thursday night was special, for our Dad got paid,
and we would eagerly and hungrily await
his bringing Henry’s fries and burgers home. Hurray!
We weren’t allowed to pick and choose; we had to take
two burgers each with “everything” and one bag of fries.
While we grabbed our own allotment, happy to partake,
Jenny scraped off from her burgers -onions she despised!
Dori chewed so slowly, from her we all would steal.
The baby, Theadora, just sat there and played
with her food. I was strange and always made this deal:
Both my burgers for two brothers’ French fries I would trade.
And so the number of my French fries always came to three.
Even with no burgers, I loved each Thursday night.
for the Henry’s fast food and time with family.
Oh, to go back to those days with loved ones in my sight!
*Henry's Hamburgers was the name of a fast food place in my hometown
For Paula Swanson's "Traditions" Poetry Contest
Categories:
dori, family, nostalgia, food,
Form:
Quatrain
When we are together, we are a sight to see – Sisters!
Things always seem just right when I can have with me – sisters.
One named Jennifer is nurturing and compassionate.
She was born after me; compatible are we sisters.
Melanie, who came second, is most charming of us all.
She and I together always make such carefree sisters!
Then came Dori, with a flair for writing the same as me.
Fifty-page letters we'd write! Dori made us three sisters.
Sensitive Theadora loves working out like I do!
She's the baby! I'm glad the five of us can be sisters!
Sept. 12, 2020 for Silent One's Ghazal Poetry Contest
Categories:
dori, sister,
Form:
Ghazal
No flowers in the field
Sadness today
I wear upon my heart a shield
For in this field love grows
No harvest
Why? Only God knows
Each season bears the same
Unharvested love
So you wonder why they came
Could it be that soulmates are for a season?
Don't go
What for, love the reason?
This question to my heart do I ask
When will love stay?
Where from, the love that lasts?
Is it our blindness?
A guard of our heart?
To let love go...it should never part
Dori
Categories:
dori, love, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Couplet
My heart beats slow.
Waiting and wondering if love will grow.
On a long road that starts with a meeting by chance,
Intertwining lives, together in our dance.
Your path and mine slowly mingles into one,
Together in time till all is done.
You’ve tasted life, still came to me,
I’ve lived a life, and now with thee.
Lessons, learning, heartache and sorrow,
Life of the past will not be the morrow.
My heart, with your heart.
Let them never be apart.
Ceremony, ring, joyfully married,
On with our lives, separate wearied.
Partners, lovers, mates of soul,
You’ll be my best friend till the end toll.
Dori
Categories:
dori, love
Form:
Couplet
Wake me tomorrow,
In my peace…
For in this world,
I will not be.
Other shores I pass on to
An enlightened soul, new.
Wake me tomorrow,
In a new realm.
My soul will last,
Far past what I knew.
Wake me tomorrow
Dori
Categories:
dori, deathme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Teri yaad
Muskurahat mai khoya
Baat dil Mai liye arman
Dhakan hai naraz
Janey kaab hogi mulakat
Taman hai jo ban gayi
Badua Dori ka ehsas
Kagaj mai chipa hai
Waqut ki phehchan
Kachdey ka deheyr
Toota hua dil na
Mangey koi payar
Aab suno kasi hai tumhari
Yaad ..........
Like the shadow walk
Like the nose cry for smell
Like the moment stop
Like the road devide
Like the lips lock
Like the painting fill with nature
Like Mai hi puri hai Teri yaad
I love you meri jaan
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Categories:
dori, blue, butterfly, care, imagination,
Form:
Ghazal
Love, the ultimate emotion, sacrifice, gift,
The mover of this earth, causing it’s shift.
Emotion of giving, my heart on this earth,
It’s here for the taking, for whatever it’s worth.
Promises of love from a man’s lips it’s heard,
Heartfelt, real love, that’s the word.
Offer your heart, one truth be given,
That’s what… I’ll be live’n
Truths, beliefs, whispers in the dark,
Share your heart,
Dear love,
To be a part.
I’ve given my heart,
You’ve given yours.
That way we’ll be bound’
In love we’ll be found.
Love, the answer,
Love, the question,
My quest in this life,
To be the emotion.
Dori
Categories:
dori, lovelove,
Form:
Couplet
Every day of the week
it's the same old story.
I can't even take a bath
without Nemo and Dori.
I have to share the tub
with Bruce and Crush.
I jump in and jump out;
It's always rush, rush, rush!
If I walk across the floor
I step on Tow-Mater.
And then Lightning McQueen
just a few steps later.
If I watch a movie
I must make a demand.
But after all is said and done,
I watch Elmo In Grouchland.
Even when I go to bed
my life is a pain!
Becaue when I lay down,
I lay on Thomas The Train.
Categories:
dori, children, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
In the depth of the darkness
In the recesses of my soul
As I work and I wonder and I go to and fro
I think and I wake and I wonder and I know
That life where I belong
This life that I wear
Is not of my soul
As I work and I wonder and I go to and fro
To reach my heart I must push past
The quest...my journey, my bliss
The one turn...turn it right to go
I think and I wake and I wonder and I know
My path already made
My soul along it will follow
On this path I'll find my heart
As I work and I wonder and I go to and fro
I think and I wake and I wonder and I know
Dori
Categories:
dori, faith, inspirationalwork, life, work,
Form:
Rhyme
I stop to think of the souls,
That move in and out of our life.
Some for a day,
Some for a life.
Some to bring love,
Some to bring strife.
Purpose and meaning,
Truth through being.
Who we are,
Derived from where we have been.
It’s not in this life,
Our souls begin.
Life’s truth is love,
Radiating from the soul.
Outward reaching,
Always seeking.
I stop to think of the souls,
So intertwined,
It must be divine!
Dori
Categories:
dori, people
Form:
Rhyme
very timid nymph entwined black silky hair emerging tombo
Categories:
dori, adventure, cute love, first
Form:
Senryu