Best Family Name Poems
Lyrics start 0.05 - timed to the music
Pack your bags dear, there’s a Croc near
And he’s creeping, through the night
With his eye on - on our old stead dear
And it appears - we’re within his sight
You know when that Croc smiles - shows his teeth dear
Concrete jungles start to spread
Whips the grass from right under their feet dear
Scams now filling, each word he’s said
What no scruples you ask, well he ain’t got’em you should know
Seeks locations both, far and wide
Look he’s sneaking - sneaking down the alley
Is there no - place - left to hide
Another Archway, off the highway down the road
Golden handshakes, don’t go the mile
Men in black suits they make it all happen dear
Sanguine red soon, turns into bile
With our kids dear – it’s the buzz 'we gotta go'
Family meeting place, just come on down
Try these milk shakes - they're just like the real thing
And these burgers, the best in town
Bet you a fiver - oh that bun is barely fresh
Kids now falling sick - while their doctors frown
Green backs talking – they don’t give a nickel
Have our bags packed
‘Cause the Croc is
Look out Sneaky Croc is
Sneaky Croc’s back
Back in town
EPILOGUE
Oh these outlets they keep spreading far and wide
In a hurry, they just can’t wait
Food so tasty, don’t you wonder ‘bout it all
No time to ponder it’ll make you late
Good old family name – so familiar dear
Look out folks for, deceit and lies
Another archway - around the corner
Now that Croc is stopping by
Look out OLD Croc is back
Footnote:
On our recent visit to Japan I noticed the proliferation of Fast Food outlets. It is such a pity to see a country that was once so fastidious with their traditionally healthy diets and that of their kids, changing their lifestyle and falling prey to corporate fast food giants. Even the kids are now embracing this way of life.
It’s sad to see traditional food outlets also losing their livelihood as the trend takes over.
Acknowledgement:
My deepest appreciation to Chris Green on agreeing to spare some of his wonderful talent and collaborating with me to bring you this arrangement.
Thank you so much Chris.
Copyright © Maria Williams & Chris Green | 3 June 2017
Transition From Deep Dark To Brightest Light
(Chained Sonnet--100 words)
Within dreams sent into this world of shades
shades full of heartaches and long slashing blades
blades severing sleeping rest on soft nights
nights of diminished hope and sharpest pains.
Pains of death at this sad door now knocking
knocking that promise evil in the flesh
flesh burnt hot, flayed back exposing raw nerves
nerves once made of black iron and hard steel.
Steel born of ancient warrior's deepest pride
pride in truth, honoring family name
name reminding one of future promise
promise of blessings and rewarded fame.
Fame's generosity and greater love
Love pure, in serving only God above
Robert J. Lindley
3-21-2017
Chained sonnet-- and in 100 words
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100
Note- This sonnet was inspired by my reading this morn, a truly magnificent chained sonnet, written by my great friend Teppo Gren
Note- This is my first chained sonnet, theme is the transitioning from Dark to Light.
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I remember those times of unawareness.
The innocent circle of found trust.
Its purity and purpose voicing its strategy, before the fallen chips of caution led to tragedy.
Perhaps spotting our pursuit through these lands of grassy plains, where classy dames sip tequila and deceive the family name.
I struggle with challenge the arrow of cupids aim, in a kevlar suit burning in a sodium lithium flame.
We listen to opinions to make up our own, we hear and we think, and we urge to be grown.
A prophetic miracle some says pathetic to believe in, with an acrid bitterness and refuse what they're seeing.
A distant group of archers camouflaged amongst the woods.
Stood freezing there like statues like hidden busts they would,
Move if they could, but something takes a hold and the rest of us conceal ourselves in the safety of our homes.
Fearing the autonomous and the documents they grasp.
Us occupants are promised choice though its dominance they hand.
Like Romulus I'll disappear in the storm and send the tidal waves to shore like in the bible.
Roaring floods off Babylon for serving other idols.
In this basic life style riled up with rivaling sides of my minds vitals.
Brain child wildly rifling through his lifes cycle.
Once upon a times a lie you live untill the end.
Through these winters discontent hibernating waiting for the summer time again, but summer came and went without the sun, instead was wet.
Self confidence a strength which some of us pretend.
We learn as we grow older like owls grey and wise my friend
You cant take anything you own from life over into death.
It makes sense to have the things you want while you can before the call.
Yet remember when you have it it's not good to want for more.
Come hither with haste and stay with me my saviour, let us break, the ties that bind
together all animosity and hate.
Its an anomaly we face and confessions we should make.
Knowing a smart enemy hits where you surely think you're safe.
Like a tide in the storm
taking sand from the shore,
tossed and turned to return to the shore twice as strong as before,
So does the prodical son as he knocks on his fathers door...
Bruised and battered his title didnt matter-
His ways brought shame on his family name.
He used and abused- spent up all his fathers money
no friends since its gone-his fun is no more.
Reality begins to set in when he eats with the pigs-
Its kind of ironic when all he had to do is just repent.
So finally he acknowleges the damage he's done and goes back to his father-
who killed the fattest calf for his son...
Like a tide in the storm
taking sand from the shore,
tossed and turned to return to the shore twice as strong as before,
So does the prodical son as he knocks on his fathers door...
Dont you remember when you walked in his shoes?
Dont act like you aint walked in them too-we all have missued.
But like the prodical son we where saved from our pasts, when we got down on
our knees and asked God for a second chance.
I pray you recieve this lesson, the father wants you to come on home, but many
reject him.
Were all prodical sons, even you gangstas and thugs- the father wants you to
come back home- this world is no home, Repent while you can...This is our
second chance.
Everyday we get tossed and turned by the enemy-But if you have God's word it
will set you free.
You was down on your luck before- now your headed for glory-twice as strong as
before...Take some time out today to call on the Lord!!!
Like a tide in the storm
taking sand from the shore,
tossed and turned to return to the shore twice as strong as before,
So does the prodical son as he knocks on his fathers door...
It isn't where you come from,
Matters not where you've been.
It isn't what your parents did,
That makes your name among men.
Your ancestors may have a name.
But what they did or not,
Has naught at all to do with you,
It's long ago forgot.
It's what you do yourself that counts.
You make your reputation.
You can make your family proud,
Or cause them denigration.
It takes time to build a name.
It starts when you are young.
It's the habits that you form,
While the song of youth is sung.
It takes less time to wreck a name,
Than it does to build it.
What you pass down to progeny,
Pride or shame, you've willed it.
Try to be the kind of person,
God intended you to be.
Live each moment with the thought,
He's watching over me.
Live each moment knowing,
Your every move He'll see,
And every word you ever speak,
Will all be heard by He,
Who sees and hears and knows all things.
Before Him we all stand.
Try to live within His will,
According to His plan;
And you will live a happy life.
You'll come through every storm.
Be obedient and kind,
And try not to conform,
To the world and wicked ways.
Drink but from The Master's cup,
So each morning when you rise,
The devil's mad you're up;
For God knows what we're all about.
This life is no mere game.
The Shepherd knows each sheep He owns.
He calls each one by name.
(*Glossy and costly! Family name imprinted,(as if we did not want know
their first and last names? And surely no verse allowed!*)
(( But, I made this one up. Heh-heh!))
Sorry…we simply haven’t a second to call..
We are not cheap, oh, no, nothing like that at all.
Been traveling up and down this great state.
See our stunning picture, next to the Golden Gate?
That’s our Jenny, my, oh my, she’s so tall.
Ben and Tommy, as you see, play football!
Mom and I, are sure getting lots older…..
She’s already two inches below my shoulder.
Doggie Dan is a barrelhouse of fun.
See him there, chasing a cat in the sun?
Granny, nah, she ain’t in our picture.
Old and young~ heck, that’s no good mixture!
Do message us, if and when you can.
Nobody writes emails, they are….‘also rans.’
Limits on personal words, we know sound crazy.
Least to Grandma, who we know, one day.
Will soon be pushing up those daisies!
So bye, till next year, we’ll send more of these.
We just adore mulling about saying,” Cheese!”
Grandma wastes all her time at a poetry site?
Makes her feel good ~ better than being tight!
Love From All!
“The Cheeze-Its”
12/8/2022
Every day in every country,
Our language is distorted, mutated on planet Earth.
Good words like “drolic” die,
Whilst “wanna ‘ave a go” is given a birth.
In Australia it’s clearly a Mad World with
Slang words destroying our grammar.
“Yeah naah, naah yeah”
Smash literature, smash it with a hammer.
We always modify and contort our words,
“Too right, this arvo, I’m rooted, go crack a fat”.
Aussies go getting’ it written in permanent,
“Good onya” a fair dinkum tat.
When u were left alone, alone to fight,
Fight for survival, u gave it a crack.
But the society of dictionaries, they stood,
Stood up straight, and then they turned their back.
So, traditional writing is dying,
Stuttering, falling, the writing’s on the wall.
See ya later elocution,
Ya didn’t shorten, that’s been ya downfall.
But alas, don’t freak, ur family name is safe,
Since some old words evolve and new are created.
Shakespeare invented and killed off heaps himself,
Arch villain, rant, drugged and assassinated.
Lyric: Mad world
Cliche: The writing on the wall
Image: Crowd of people turn their backs on a fight
Entered into "Lyrics cliché image" contest 5/14/2016, ranked First place
I Will Rise, Above Heart's Weakness
(I Will Rise Above -MY - Heart's Weakness)
Shall I bend, to your massive will
break chains of my aching heart
Or with infinite time wait until
life gives love's sweeter restart
Shall I cry, into your bad heart
show pain dripping in blood
Or wait until we dare race apart
in a deluge waiting to flood
Should I weep, for your mistakes
eat truth to save your soul
Beg forever even more hard retakes
and love burning like a coal
Should I grovel, in abject shame
a man dying in his despair
A fool uncaring of his family name
begging again without a care
I will look, again into dark eyes
fight blackness that stares back
Choose to forget your very bad lies
seek deeper love that you lack
I will rise, above heart's weakness
cut out my longing love needs
Forget your sexy body and sleekness
which my dream forever feeds
Robert J. Lindley
Note: Written decades ago but edited
this morn to remove too many very personal verses.
The original stays private within my journal.
He heard commotion, "Well Land O'Goshen!! Whatever could it be?
It stirred his notions, and came invading, to wake his fading dreams
As he raised his head, the dreaded clock had invaded peace instead
He dreaded rising, was compromising, while lying in his bed
The tick and tock, it would not stop, and sun had blocked his eyes
Shining in, there's, no denying, it was time for him to rise
He raised the shade, and saw a parade.. a throng was going by
Something wrong, long lines of folks, were joking till they cried
Laughing gawkers, down the block, were shocked, and also stunned
Poking fun, pointing fingers at his Uncle, on the run
Uncle Fred, underfed, lead the parade in red long-johns
In underwear, he had no cares...his Santa beard was long
And Auntie Fran, ran in panties, wearing bra and thong
On her head, a Santa Cap, a flapping gap, where clothes belonged!
Oh my heavens!! Such misbehavin', this day was starting wrong!
Upon the sidewalk, the jokes are starting. The folks are growing strong.
Snapping photos, shouting mottos, fame has found this pair
Clapping loudly, crowds are happy, toting cameras everywhere
Behind his uncle, (old with wrinkles), crews, were finding news
Auntie poses, picks a rose, then sticks her nose in view
TV news has quite a story, but not the gory kind
His relatives are night-time headlines, deadlines met on time
Who'd even dare, these dreadful folks to bare their hall of fame?
It is no joke, his drunk kinfolk have smeared his family name!!
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Alliteration, Assonance or Consonance Couplet Alphabet Contest
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper 12//16/13
MY HOME
Theres many places in this world
But none are like my own,
between Perce hills and Gaspe town
This place is called my home
The beautiful Belle-Anse
Where my home still sits,
across the ocean is Perce Rock
A magnificent sight it is
We cant forget Bonaventure Island
gannets gannets gannets GALORE,
many tourist love to take the hike
you'll see birds, seals, whales and more
Theres also the great Indian head
Five minutes down the road,
In St.Georges de la Malbaie
its a beautiful sight i know
Another great spot i love
the one and only Chicoine Lane,
this place holds many memories
and has our family name
We also have Emerald lake
and too many beaches to count,
bonfires are something we love to do
when family and friends come around
Another is Park Forillon
lots of animals and trees,
with many trails to walk
its an amazing scenery
With our beautiful mountains
and our natures lovely sights,
the moonlight on the ocean
just makes a perfect night
Belle-Anse beach is my childhood
berry picking we love to do,
and fishing at Malbaie wharf
we do this often too
Our beautiful sunrises
as well as the sunsets,
its an amazing sight to see
it truly is the best
So remember when your passing through
Theres many pictures you can take,
The Gaspe coast has lots to show
And its an album worth to make
All these spots have meanings
from Perce hills pass Gaspe town,
but the special place in between
is called Belle-Anse, my home
written by Jennifer Chicoine
age: 30 yrs old
on Jan 27th at 7pm til 12pm
©
T’will be his death of this he's sure
But for this sin there is no cure
All John did was to stand on guard
Now his family name forever marred.
As a child trained in the Protestant faith
Too late he had now seen his wraith
Converted to Catholicism and fervent too
Knowing never more to see morning dew
He trembled, weak and so close to death
Afraid now to take his known last breath
His bowels loose his spirit lost
Forehead bowed, fingers crossed.
He could almost feel the horse and rope
But knowing he now had no hope
Confessed he did as Guido Fawkes
These step were to be the last he walks
His genitals cut and then to be roasted
Bowels and heart, next to be toasted
‘John’ then ‘Guido’ now known as Guy
Did not want this way to die
Through accident or was it his plan
He climbed the ladder with his hangman
Did he jump or was it a mistake
As he fell and his own neck did break
The legacy for this man Guy
An effigy to be strung up high
Set on fire every November fifth
With explosive fireworks lit forthwith
No child he left to bear his name
But Guy Fawkes still hangs onto fame
To blow King James of Scotland high
For this act of treason thirteen did die
© GG 3/12/2013
Contest Entry: Happy Holiday
Wraith …own ghost.
there once was a boy who lived in a little town
where he was considered one of the toughest around
it was not that he wanted to bully for fear
he was forced to live up to the reputation of his peers
deep in his heart he knew it wasnt right
but for some reason he was always forced into a fight
even though he wanted too it was too late for change
he had to live live up to the family name
and it was never cause by the things he did
it was always because he was so and so's kid
his little brothers was'nt as tough as him
so he had to always take up for them
a friendly kid pushed into rage
by being force in to fight guys sometimes twice his age
arguing he didnt chance the risk
he always settled all disbutes with his fisk
he was such a person no one could perdict
some would say he spoke softly but carried a big stick
others would say he has a good heart but just a mean streek
however he was not one to be considered weak
until this one fight that he was sure not to lose
where he ended up with both eyes black and blue
and with a pain he'd never experince before
he knew at that moment that he did not want more
seems the first time in his life someone had pulled his card
cause he was taken punches that was pretty darn hard
so for the first time in his life he just turned a ran away
he figured better there he go than there he lay
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Future Generations Pass
(Life of Martha and Gracie)
Martha started out, as a little girl, to understand her world
In an underworld, kept behind a wall forever, for her protection
The parents stuffed her in a burlap bag and beat her soundly
Kept her safe, around for now, behind the barrier enclosure
Her crime was “being bad”
Guilty at the time of birth
Before that, she was accused of being slow
Obviously she must be cursed
Not coming out of mom on schedule
The mother took care of that by pushing hard
It solved that problem, as the doctor pulled the infant out
Beat the little girl into the world, though she was upside down
By age seven she broke down the wall of silence and escaped
She tore through every barrier that stood as an impediment
One day she grew older and married Buddy from next door
Got pregnant, named her daughter Gracie
She saved the burlap bag that she was stuffed in as a baby
Gave it to her daughter who wears it proudly
Gracie gets her beatings every day as well and smiles
Stays behind a wall without complaint, which was her style
She too understands her world and wonders
Plots an escape to live her way on her own terms
To one day make a baby just like herself and have a home
Complete with walls and burlap bags that guarantee
A future where the family name will carry on the same
Well I was born a bouncin' baby boy,
On June 23rd in Danville Illinois. ( Ill-i-noy - the s is silent)
My mom will never forget that special date,
Back in the year of '68.
Another birth in September of '70,
Ending in heart-wrenching tragedy.
My sister would've been my friend and pal,
But she didn't make it through the birth canal.
I would've been her big brother just two years older,
Mom was heart broken - didn't get to hold her.
Trying to write this is making me cry,
I can't stop thinking "Why God? Why?
Why did you take this bundle of love?
Did you need another angel above?
Well something good happened in August '72,
My mom married the only dad I ever knew.
I may not be of his own flesh and blood,
But he still called me "Son" and "Bud".
My dad adopted me and gave me the family name.
He treated us all one and the same.
- Love you mom ! -
- In loving memory of my sister (08/25/1970) also
- In loving memory of my dad (07/08/1947 - 01/16/2005)
I started this poem with the intentions of making it part of a
My Life Story collection of poetry. I'm not sure if I will continue
on with this intention or not. Should I decide to continue on with
My Life Story, the next stage will be concerning my childhood - and
the problems I went through as a young child.
You create them
You give birth to them
You nurture them
You raise them
All the while seeking to rearrange them
For you insist on always owning them
Kids are forever
Children are our saviour
Dynasties become prolonged
It is never best to have just one
Mirrors of one’s ambition
Apple of our critical eye
A mini me who is never contrary
A vessel to fill with my life plan
Someone to control till I die
Pride is king
The family name is nirvana
The façade of respectability must never crumble
All and sundry must toe the line
For the world must believe all in this household is fine
Be better
Be all we wish you to be
Attain heights we never grasped
Never let our ambition lapse
Caged and thus unable to be free
Longing for a faraway glimpse of liberty
Dying to show some level of individuality
A life on a road to eventual calamity
Secrets and hopes
Are encased deeply
In a psyche that aches gloomily
Insular and depressed
They contemplate university
They exist from day to day
Awaiting a long list of all they need to say
The dress sense must be perfect
Their manner never abrupt
Everything is done to give the family
A social step up
Grades must be exemplary
A career path must show economic sensibility
Friends must be vetted minutely
Who cares about your sanity
Do it all for our vanity
You can never grow up
We own you for life
Fly the nest and we follow
We are your bothersome shadow
Letting go is hard for us to do
When we made you
It was not only because we wanted you
Our future plans have always revolved around you
Smile and never let the world know
How dismally we have wrecked you
Those that must forever be
The centre of another’s world
Have a big responsibility
They are clones
And will always be second best