Best Familysweet Poems
Down in Alabam where big sweet taters grow
lives great aunt Cyndi diggin dirt with a hoe.
Up in the morn bout the crack o’ dawn
see for miles where she’s dug up the lawn.
Hard as nails with hair sweet- tater- red
she could set a table, make you feel fed.
Wave you down and ask you to stop by
have a piece o’ her sweet tater pie.
Smash sweet taters and hickory smoked pork
a chilled bottle o’ wine with a stuck cork.
Cornbread in the oven ready to take out
Slap your mama silly, lip smackin no doubt.
Dawg’s patiently waitin on the back stoop
for the cornbread mush and sweet tater soup.
With tongue a hangin and tail a waggin
shortly his tummy will be a draggin.
Sweet tater pie with whipped cream on top
you’ll eat so much you’ll think you’ll pop.
Sweet tater pie my sweet love from the south
more o’ sweet tater pie, well shut my mouth.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Your loving persistence
mixed with blissful insistence
and reassuring assistance...
is always bestowed so sweetly.
Your charm is beguiling
giving me smooches while smiling
harken closely - and I’ll sing...
all of your praises quite neatly.
You are constantly there
amidst the angst and despair -
dulcet declarations repair...
the worrisome wounds in my head.
An endearing embrace
filled with affection and grace
gently put my fears in their place...
without one harsh word being said.
Mother,
I hear small unfortunates weep -
devoid of sweet lullabies at sleep
to cleanse the sting
in their heads and their chest.
Tasting the tears of their plight -
they clutch torn teddy bears at night
praying one day, they too, will be blessed.
Your unselfish concern
spoken aloud or taciturn
were the sweet lessons I’ve learned...
soft sonnets resound in my heart.
All the love you have shown
throughout the years as I’ve grown
has united my soul with your own...
never to be broken apart.
Your soothing warm trust
is always gentle and just
making it quite clear that one must...
"let your attributes shine like a gem.”
But at night, as I sleep
I hear unfortunates weep
pondering the gifts they would reap...
if I could show-and-tell share you
with them.
'nite, Mom…
Beautiful sweet face
With eyes that reflect easily
What the skies have to offer
Sometimes clear, sometimes stormy.
Her heart wounded by a break
The desolation in her family
Striking at the one who most matters
And I must be strong with empathy.
I can still feel her little frame
Sleeping in my arms so peacefully
Her soft breath on my breast, I remember
When I fed her, my little girl so pretty.
Beautiful sweet face
Storm filled eyes looking at me
Searching mine for the answer
To gain the calm she needs desperately.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 03.21.11
In the dark
the smoke sees
with eyes divine
like an incense
a burnt offering
it rises with the wind
and the smoker marvels
He wakes, eats, sleeps
and longs to inhale
the sweet breath
a nectar bud
this sanity and mirth
inroad into sad
melancholy
He loves to see
the smoke twirl with the wind
serene in the sky
like a god climbing
coming
coming out
to proffer another life
another fire
Stop, stop, stop
he laughs
are they talking to him?
the advertisement talks too
and his little daughter
avoids him
everytime he is covered up
when will they appreciate
that his favourite brand
like a painkiller
is the secret escape
from the aches and discomfort
only he can explain
Now his wife has left
and the doctor says
his lung is darkening
his breath is stained
his blood burns black
lung cancer
or ulcer?
But can it be real
if his palate seek
a fresh taste of the stick?
And now his eyes
are sinking sockets
now the skin starts
to fall away
some acute disease?
What`s the use of worrying
the better for him
to dedicate his whole life
to cigarette smoke till there is
no more breath
no more life in his bones
no more sweet incense
to inhale
Nicolas
There you were this bundle of joy,
A grandmothers wish let nothing destroy,
Blanket of heaven i held in my arms,
Softly embracing your sweet loving charms,
My sweet little man with big blue eyes,
Your smile melts me, engulfs my heart,
I kept on fighting to the very end,
My silent cry's not heard by them,
Please don't take my baby boy,
My pride and joy he's not a toy,
My heart shattered like it was glass,
Never to mend till your back in my grasp,
Back in my arms were you belong,
Engulfed in love and warmth once more.
Home, sweet home........
There is no place like home in this world
Home sweet home where I always live so happily
A light from the sky seems to bless us there
and God's love is spread all over there
How happy when you sit with loved ones
and to see their faces full of love smile
How nice to sit near our parents and great parents
and listen to their old stories that bring us lessons too
Our garden full of greenery and the flowers are bloomed to give us pleasure
All those birds on the trees singing gaily to give us a peace of mind
Our pets run freely in and out of the house
and keep us busy to watch their naughtiness
When I over look, the mountains in their great splendor
that blows with cool breeze to give us healthy life
Our neighbors are dear and so helpful without fear
An exile from home, bring nothing but sadness
Because home is sweet home.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2007 Ravi Sathasivam