Best Fifty Two Poems
Fifty-two dollars
Oh how I wish I had fifty-two dollars
to cover the cost of a four-dollar meal,
and pay for an outfit that’s much more in style,
on sale, half the price, is considered a steal
To gather a card for each holiday calling
and write out your name where the address does go,
grabbing a beautiful bouquet of flowers,
that bloom like your smile each season they grow
To purchase a suitcase for that destination,
that brings my heart closer to where yours does wait
while running to catch Monday’s bus at the station,
for Tuesday or Wednesday just might be too late
Oh how I wish I had fifty-two dollars,
so I could be near you whatever I spend
and maybe have change left to keep in my pocket,
in case time allows me to see you again
Categories:
fifty two, love, money,
Form:
Rhyme
I walked in the local Relay for Life
In support of the Cancer Foundation
I have lost too many people that I love
To this horrible abomination
For each lap around the High School track
You received a white bead to put on a string
Every fifth lap resulted in a bead of blue
One full mile completed was its meaning
I started at 6:00 pm that night
After resting throughout the day
I was determined to walk 18 hours straight
As my contribution to help keep cancer at bay
My pledges totaled one hundred dollars a mile
Every blue bead helped me keep count
I wanted to collect all that I could
To bring in the top amount
Most teams consisted of many walkers
Who walked in shifts throughout the night
But my team was just a team of one
Like on a Spirit of St. Louis flight
At 6:15 I received my first blue bead
A four miles an hour pace
If I could keep this up throughout the event
I would surely win first place
(Not that that really mattered)
At 10:00 I had fifteen blue beads
And was already getting tired and sore
But I blocked all that right out of my mind
For the miles I had left were many more
The crowds on the track started thinning out
As the night grew dark and longer
At 3:00 am I got a second (or third) wind
And somehow was walking stronger
By 6:00 am I was practically walking in my sleep
My blisters were starting to bleed
By now I had a second string
To hold all the white and blue beads
At 11:00 am they announced, “One more hour to go”
Fresh new faces started to arrive
I kept plopping one foot in front of the other
Although I had a much shorter stride
When they rang the bell announcing the Relay was over
I finally sat down to count my blue beads
Fifty-two blue beads meant fifty-two miles
And five thousand, two hundred dollars for this need
They packed up the stages and removed all the trash
While in my warm sleeping bag I slept
Everyone was gone when I woke up again
But the promise to my loved ones I had kept
Categories:
fifty two, life, blue, blue, cancer,
Form:
Rhyme
Hey little kiddies, have you heard this story
Bout the Teddy Bear who could count up to fifty
Only problem was, the numbers weren't in order
But his Bear friends all thought he was nifty
He'd start out, “one... fifty-two... sixteen... two”
Mama Bear said he was doing just fine
Didn't want to hurt her little guy's feelings
She knew he'd figure it out in good time
“He'll learn them before he grows up,” she thought
When it's important to get numbers straight
Like when he's buying honey for his sweetie
And the store sign says five ninety-eight
At first he would count out nine eighty-five
Now that was too much for the honey
Then he remembered what Mama Bear taught him
And gave the man the right amount of money
You can find him going around counting all day
He goes, “one... fifty-two... sixteen... two”
And laughs when Mama Bear gets all flustered
Then says, “one... two... three... fooled you!”
Categories:
fifty two, childhood,
Form:
Quatrain
Cotton Lizard yellowhammer Heart of Dixie We dare defend our rights. Seward's Ice Box Land of the midnight sun The Last Frontier north to the future. Baby Italy copper apache sand sweetheart sunset God enriches. Natural wonder land of opportunity bear bowie hot springs razor back toothpick The people rule. Eureka Lost City of Gold El Dorado Golden attempted to make In God We Trust I have found it Colorful Centennial Mother of Rivers Rocky Mountain Empire Columbine Nothing without the deity Land of Steady Habits Freestone Blue Law Nutmeg Constitution He who transplanted sustains Small Wonder Fighting blue hens New Sweden First All power is of God Liberty and Independence District of Columbia Freedom and order Nation's Capital DMV Justice for All Orange Sunshine everglade alligator gulf flower In God We Trust Peach cracker goober adventure Strength is in Unity Wisdom, Justice, Moderation Aloha youngest pineapple rainbow paradise The life of the land is perpetuated in righteousness Gem of the Mountains Little Ida Spud Peace to you, Mark, my Evangelist. Here your body shall rest Let it be perpetual
Categories:
fifty two, allegory, america, bible, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
People of the blue hill arrowhead new inroads settled the plum-rock if they would have known the thirteen crystal skulls would sing of disease prayer towns taken for granite People's Republic Taxachusett old colony pilgrim bay Make It Yours; The Spirit of America By the sword we seek peace, but peace only under liberty Large waters people of the three fires living in peace the Cadillac’s bristling hairs of fur trade stir the fox seven years of war and more expanding breaking treatise Out of many, one I will defend everyone wants the land great lake wolverine mitten Winter Water Wonderland World's Motor Capital America's High Five Great Lakes, Great Times; More To See If you seek a pleasant peninsula, look about you Land of rolling cloudy water dropping milk into water friends of the free people forced into smaller lands where crop failure a winters starvation red tape no credit for food If they're hungry, let them eat grass friends at war over three hundred warriors No attorneys or witness were allowed as a defense for the accused, and many were convicted in less than five minutes but Sheridan's, Custer’s and Baker’s plan was a dawn attack on a village in heavy snow, when most of the Indians would be sleeping or huddling inside to keep warm. It was a strategy he had employed before Explore Land of 10,000 Lakes Bread and Butter north Vikings north star Sky-Blue Waters * These called rebels heathen from underground before they had a flag forced to walk the trail of tears to be the red men from a land the government never paid then there is the slaves when cotton was king the Free people of color children of European men and enslaved women but half the population were slaves until KKK’s burning cross waving the guerrilla war flag calling it "the White Man’s Flag" as well as stating:“ As a people we are fighting to maintain the Heaven-ordained supremacy of the white man over the inferior or colored race; a white flag would thus be emblematical of our cause. ” Birthplace of America's Music magnolia bull bay the hospitality Feels Like Coming Home; The South's Warmest Welcome
Categories:
fifty two, america, betrayal, black african
Form:
Free verse
When the last cast goes
Your leg rejoices but you
cry and want it back
Categories:
fifty two, care, humanity, inspiration, pain,
Form:
Haiku
Inland Empire Prairie Corn Garden of the West Land of Lincoln Mile After Magnificent Mile; Right Here. Right Now at the bottom upside down State sovereignty, national union Hoosier sunshine Hospitality Indian land The Crossroads of America Restart Your Engines Land of the Rolling Prairie in the Tall Corn Hawkeye did not see the clause to cede Our liberties we prize and our rights we will maintain Life Changing; Fields of Opportunity * * * wheat America's Bread Basket Home of Beautiful Women Simply Wonderful bought from under the people of the wind as big as you think To the stars through difficulties The Dark and Bloody Ground bluegrass hemp tobacco corn-cracker Unbridled Spirit United we stand, divided we fall Let us be grateful to God Sugar Child of the Mississippi Creole Holland of America bayou pelican Land of Louis the first slaves 3 cents an acre was a worthless desert native burial mounds Fall in love with all over again Come as you are. Leave Different Union, justice and confidence Pine tree lumber Vacationland they are our relatives/allies strong land People of the First Light It Must Be ; The Way Life Should Be I lead Monumental oyster land of big river and geese traded for monies Old Line Manly deeds, womanly words Seize the Day Off More Than You Can Imagine America in Miniature
Categories:
fifty two, allegory, america, black african
Form:
Free verse
Year Fifty Two
Oh what a glorious day it is
And happy birthday to you I say
Fifty two wonderful years for you
And many more you’ll have I pray
Don’t look so down in the mouth
And pout about getting so old
Be glad you’ve lasted this long I say
Many more stories you have to be told
There are so many you have that care
And these things you need to know
Why look at all the things you’ve done
And the love and kindness to all you show
There are the boys in your life of course
Sometimes they don’t show you enough
But just below their nonchalance
Is so much care and love and stuff
And then of course there is me
The me you just cannot do without
You know that I care and you care too
So just never worry or have any doubt
So happy, happy birthday!!
And say hello to fifty two
It is just another year you know
And it is a great time waiting for you!!
October 8th, 2015
Connie Moore
Categories:
fifty two, birthday, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
AT FIFTY-TWO CARRYING MILK TOOTH.
Oh Nigeria
I speck as a barren sister
Mirage that darkness glitters,
Oh Nigeria
Principals with voiceless whispers
Ministers of sugarless minerals,
God forgives with elementary prayers
Suffering is my leather as you never
Replied to my letters nor credentials.
Nourish your feathers
Oh Nigeria’s,
The sky is fallen ill and calls for
remembrance
You sit for so long folding our shrinking
Tongue
Revolution is a stanza on freedoms agenda.
Nigeria, a raped virgin
Am sorry heaven would soon disconnect my
Blessings
Why is my blood red?
To differentiate from hells ingredient
And to color sirens which would eventually
Block many ears.
I touched the tears of Soyinka’s hair
I hear the steps of Awolowo’s legs,
When this great heads die,
Who would sacrifices his solid chest
To breast feed our hopeless years.
Miracles is on the way,
Is all I always say
Here is a poetic blend
To provoke this stubborn men.
Nigeria is under my care
Join the campaign to lift and undress this
Tattered girl.
You are no scare crow
Revolt with a gallant tone
I have built a mansion called hope
I started with this tiny rope
Nigeria cant be cloned
Speck with your vote and lets sail on
This elegant boat,
To the destination that present growth.
No more armatures ruling in pretense
And claim his a dove.
Today I am fifty two,
Handling a walking stick and no ripe
Fruit.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Categories:
fifty two, art,
Form:
Ballade
fifty-two pick up
a game Dad taught us
picking up all cards
hearts diamonds clubs spades
ace of spades right here
Bonnie an ace
there’s a card there
they’re all over
picking up cards
me and sis
Dad dropped them
now we know
picking
up is
fun
Categories:
fifty two, childhood, father,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
February 4th, 1999 - two hundred
and fifty two months ago
Shana Aubrey Harris officially completed,
now ranks among status quo
lawfully, legally, legitimately in toto
twenty one orbitz around the sun - whoa!
Chronological benchmark ye did attain
plus major purchase of second automobile
(2002 Subaru Impreza) skill ye did gain
curious if family/friends helped ye maintain
being calm, cool, and collected -
quite a taxing acquisition, one need be sane.
Said significant decision
perhaps makes heart skip a beat,
but analogously, and literally
puts ye in driver seat
tending to maintenance
of vehicle sweet
figurative taste of liberation,
while familiarizing feet
to become acclimated
accelerating at velocity
with precious fleet,
obeying Sir Isaac Newton's
first law of motion.
More important gently
and timely to apply brake
lest police siren wails
finding ye to quake
thus requiring thee
to summon nerves of steel,
cuz friendly police thirst
he/she doth slake
issuing moving violation
scenario haint no nightmare
unless fatal accident occurs,
whereby family and friends attend wake
mourning beloved daughter
forever ruing grievous
loss for Pete's sake.
Even after time tested practice
acquiring consummate skill
experiencing diverse situations
manning steering wheel will
unexpectedly introduce during
different seasons frightful scenarios
analogous to getting
spooked by ghostly chill
ye must Carrie on as
the shining defensive driver
setting sterling pride to self
giving ego uber lyft till
ye get over the hill
much quicker than Jack and Jill.
Categories:
fifty two, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I wish things were
the same now, as then,
I wish I was there, Instead of here.
In Nineteen-Fifty-Two,
things were simple, and so care free,
you always had somethng to do.
You could see a movie,
or buy a comic or pop for the price of a dime,
everyone's favorite saying was groovie.
Drugs were no problem at all,
crime also was very down,
young Willie Mays was even playing ball.
Children had respect even for their parents,
three-D was really in,
and everyone had good merit's.
In Nineteen-Fifty-Two,
Ike was elected President,
and I wasn't felling so blue.
I know the past
is gone you can't go back,
time really goes on way to fast.
I wished then I could've made a forecast,
Nineteen-Fifty-Two only a memory
looking back, life has been good at last.
wrote 6-14-90
Categories:
fifty two, nostalgia
Form:
Rhyme
Fifty two years
I saw her walk in the front of me
her body did sway with a pert little walk
perking my interest I wanted to see
her face and her hair, perhaps we could talk
I sped up my pace to face her carefree
I smiled with surprise and she smiled back at me
and faltered to speak for seconds apart
but managed to speak the plea from my heart
time has been long and I found you at last
give me your name while we have a repast
she laughed at my whim and joined me to dine
I drank to the hope that she would be mine
for fifty two years we relive the past
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Categories:
fifty two, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Hey little kiddies, have you heard this story
Bout the Teddy Bear who could count up to fifty
Only problem was, the numbers weren't in order
But his Bear friends all thought he was nifty
He'd start out, “one... fifty-two... sixteen... two”
Mama Bear said he was doing just fine
Didn't want to hurt her little guy's feelings
She knew he'd figure it out in good time
“He'll learn them before he grows up,” she thought
When it's important to get numbers straight
Like when he's buying honey for his sweetie
And the store sign says five ninety-eight
At first he would count out nine eighty-five
Now that was too much for the honey
Then he remembered what Mama Bear taught him
And gave the man the right amount of money
You can find him going around counting all day
He goes, “one... fifty-two... sixteen... two”
And laughs when Mama Bear gets all flustered
Then says, “one... two... three... fooled you!”
Categories:
fifty two, children,
Form:
Quatrain
Sunday's my fun day
Late to work Monday
Tuesday's a food day
Pay the price Wednesday
Thursday's for shopping
On Friday, no stopping
Saturday, I rest
A whole week to digest
Categories:
fifty two, time,
Form:
Couplet