Best Frieda Poems
Whittchurch picnic, favorite days with my relatives,
Many years ago, a beautiful picnic by the lake.
We had a nice picnic table by the lake,
Our brother Tom found this magnificent place, thanks Tom.
Good company and delicious foods,
i have a picture of this good experience at home.
We bought a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken and
received a complimentary beach ball,
The children enjoyed playing with the beach ball, they would toss that to and fro.
Tom with young Patrick, Frieda and his wife Gail,
Mom with her sons Kirk and Erik and grandfather Wolf and grandmother Erika.
We had sunny beautiful weather especially for our picnic,
Went for a walk, a seldom excellent place.
I like to recalling these experiences,
Days with my relatives, very harmonius.
Years later I visited my parents and their spacious trailer at Terra Cotta,
Our mother was waiting to greet us with a glass of champagne.
They have beautiful walkways,trees and chipmunks and squirrels,
What a scenic place to visit.
The traditional old-fashioned picnic is very popular,
We have many good experiences with our relatives.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Broken Column
wrapped in female form
split down the centre
more than femininity exposed
Breasts capture the eye
Her softness
Confusing
Arousing
head held high
Her long black hair flows
cascades across decades
immortalized
Tears streaming down a saddened face
Doves crying to be understood
cheerful colors confuse the minds eye
What thoughts lie beneath that unibrow
Beauty within painted distortions
Who is her oppressor
Look deep
Emotions overexposed
Is this her living nightmare
broken yet standing tall
Immovable moving force
demanding to be seen
Silent yet speaking volumes
Metal corset
binds
holds constricts
White flowing gown
What is hidden beneath
What does she wish to shield from our prying eyes
Yet if you look deep she reveals all
See beyond the physical
the manicured
the lovely
crimes nailed to her being
cutting
pushing
splitting
exposing
A heart pierced
hidden from sight
Immovable contemplations
reacting with the unseen
Barren landscapes
contradicting female form
Symbol of all women
givers sustainers of life
Fertile
powerful
spiritual
eternal
Rising from the ground
our foundation
We build upon her soul
Free her
celebrate her rise
Without her we fall
we fail
we cease to exist
Do not allow her to crumble beneath the weight of our iniquity
Cyndi Macmillan's "Women who paint contest series:Frieda Kahalo in Free Verse."
The painting I chose was "The Broken Column"
Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
Written by Gail DeBole on May 9, 2017
Updated by Gail DeBole on May 10, 2017
Frieda Freebie was proud she was “cheap.”
Always finding products that were “free-p.”
She saved coins with her spouse
And lived in a new house,
Paid with a pile of coins that was steep.
"The Spite Syllabub"
The daughter
is not
The mother
Sylvia’s bees were
left milk, bread and butter
Plath by name
but not
the daughter’s path
in evolving nature
not the mother
nor the father
Love for art’s sake
Art not for Love’s sake
Amy G. Dala
a spoonful of honey
taken with the medicine
This is Love
The tincture labelled:
The Spite Syllabub
three measures
the mother, the father, the son
take
swallow slowly
survive
daughter is the legacy
daughter learns to run
a lesson in love
Love for art’s sake
Art not for Love’s sake
Done.
(Ladylabyrinth / 2020)
"Moonlight" / FOALS
https://youtu.be/s9DMDulMIz4
1.
"The Grief Equation" /Frieda Hughes, Plath's daughter
https://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-27377434?SThisFB&fbclid=IwAR0-rAuEMLovUMiMndUcme2Sic3A-OoDiJkHd857ulBwxlk4KXY3cAxHb9Q
2. "Poetry and Co-dependency" / Plath & Hughes
https://youtu.be/hmArLszft3w
3. "Sylvia Plath" (1 of 6)
https://youtu.be/V1QA985lhSQ
(2 of 6)
https://youtu.be/k1ecb6bRfk0
(3 of 6)
https://youtu.be/uDq0trKqyj8
(4 of 6) Bees
https://youtu.be/7lJPFA2JXnk
(5 of 6)
https://youtu.be/Ef5Zypngx6o
(6 of 6)
https://youtu.be/iK6b39hoeGM
4. Hughes & Assia Wevill (Mistress)
https://www.theguardian.com/theguardian/1999/apr/23/features11.g21
5. Frieda Hughes (daughter)
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/may/28/frieda-hughes-i-felt-my-parents-were-stolen
"Frieda Hughes, daughter of poets Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath, is the author of Stonepicker and the Book of Mirrors (Harper Collins, 2009), Forty-Five (Harper Collins, 2006), Waxworks (Harper Collins, 2002), and Wooroloo (Harper Flamingo, 1998). She lives in Wales."
Poetry, books / Frieda Hughes
https://www.friedahughes.com/books.html
"45" / Frieda Hughes
https://www.popmatters.com/forty-five-poems-by-frieda-hughes-2496154001.html
"Moonlight" / FOALS, Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Foals-moonlight-lyrics
Suicide Prevention / Global Hotlines
http://www.suicide.org/international-suicide-hotlines.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines
Good memories of our brother Tom,
I remember growing up with Tom.
He is my favorite brother,
When we came to Canada and he was born.
The beautiful days together,
When Tom was a baby.
I used to watch him,
I would walk around the playpen.
Mom hoped to have a boy with curly hair,
So she put rollers in his hair,he looked really cute.
When he was older, I remember him going to boy scouts,
He was friends with the son of the scout leader.
He liked staying at his friends house.
When our parents and I went on vacation, he would stay there.
Tom was photographed beside the Spruce tree at our parents, house to see how tall he was.
He went to elementary school and secondary school and teacher's college and graduated.
Tom became a secondary school teacher and taught for many years,
He retired and enjoyed his retirement.
I remember the years when he met his wife at
Erindale College when he was an AV specialist.
Father Dr. Wolf was a professor at the college.
He proposed to his future wife Gail.
They had a beautiful wedding at Pioneer village,
I was a bridesmaid at their wedding.
Antje you were a flower girl at the wedding.
I remember the coach where they rode.
Tom and Gail were blessed with two children,
Handsome Patrick and beautiful Frieda.
Frieda became a teacher like I did,
Patrick became a physio-therapist.
We have beautiful memories,
Do you remember the picnic at Whittchurch conservatiom area years ago.
The reunion here at at senior's residence,
Each person brought pot luck, a delicious salad.
Tom provided the background music,
Our parents wished us to sit at one table.
I think that it was Christmas,
I provided the Santas and Christmas plates.
Good time was had by all,
We have many good memories.
He had many happy years as a retiree,
We will always remember our beloved husband,father and brother, also uncle.
May God bless you in heaven,
You will stay in our memories forever.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Twas the night of the Ladies League Final and the atmosphere was tense
Only two teams were competing, no loyalties allowed on the fence
There could only be one winner, the team with strongest will
And if you lost you were losers, and losing meant you were swill!
The teams were made up of eight players, all with an aim straight and true
Each woman stood there determined and each with their own point of view
Still arguments were frequent and blood was often shed
Only last week Blackout Bertha got smacked in the gob, now she’s dead!
The marker called all to order, and with a toss of a coin they were off
The Fiddler and Firkham Ladies verses the Wenches from ‘Th’owd Pig N Trough’
The Captain of the Firkham was called upon to name
the player who was starting this dangerously ill fated game.
She shouted ‘Hot Legs Hilda - will play for the Firkham pride’
she was the one who’d smacked Bertha, you know, the lass that had died!
Well ripples ran though the public and scowls came across from the Trough
But they sent out their best in ‘Fat Freida’ and suddenly the game was off!
Hilda set a steady pace, with a one and a two, double three
As she stepped back off the hockey she gave Frieda a stab in the knee
But Freida was not to be mithered she went one, double two, double five
And folks sitting round the ale tables thought, ‘We’ll none of us get out alive!’
It was plain to see from the offing that this match was doomed from the start
As each woman rankled the other with poke or cough or a fart!
Eventually the pair of them, understood that the game must be won
And Frieda left Hilda three Arrows – her Captain said, ’This’ll be fun!’
Now Hilda was a psychopath who hated to lose, yes it’s true
But what she did next took all by surprise; it came totally out of the blue
She ambled across to her handbag and pulled out a crossbow of size
And with that she let loose an arrow that hit Frieda right between eyes.
You could have heard a pin drop as Freida lifelessly fell to the floor
As her Captian straddled the bloodied corpse her face took on a look that was sore
She turned to the Firkin’s Captain and said quite resigned and all meek
‘By Heck June not another – Oh well, same time, same place next week??’
My father is a very good memory in my mind,
He was very handsome and tall.
Always very kind and understanding,
He mentored our love of God and the church.
Educated my brother Tom and I to become teachers,
My brother is a secondary school teacher .
I am an elementary school teacher,
Received my twenty-five year award.
My youngest son Erik was my escort for the dinner,
My oldest son Kirk was at university.
Father married my beautiful mother Dr. Erika,
He became Dr. Wolf at the University of Toronto at Mississauga.
When Walter and my son, Kirk married the beautiful Jenn at a Muskoka Resort,
Father placed the sacred scarf on Kirk and Jenn.
What an exquisite wedding that was and they are blessed with two
beautiful children Maya and Merrick.
I wish Kirk a very Happy Father's Day with his children Maya and Merrick and his wife jenn,
Good wishes to my divorced husband Walter,
The good years living with our sons Kirk and Erik.
We wish my brother Tom a Happy Father's Day with his children Patrick and
Frieda and his wife Gail,
Happy Father's Day to Michael, Esme, Evan and his beautiful wife Antje.
We remember the beautiful years with father,
The years at the cottage in the summer.
Swims at the fitness institute,
Living in the big house with my relatives.
Good of father to make room for us,
We remember the children's father, Walter.
The responsibilities of father are usually many,
We thank him with love and gratitude.
The good years at the cottage with our parents,
These are God's kind many blessings.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
I think of my brother's wedding at Pioneer Village many happy years ago
My brother Tom wore a handsome tuxedo and his wife wore a beautiful bridal white gown.
They arrived in an elegant carriage,
He and his beautiful wife have real class.
i was a bridesmaid at his wedding,
i wore an apricot length dress.
The minister performed the service,
My brother Tom met his future bride at the University of Toronto.
They had a lovely reception,
With delicious foods, catered.
My brother was an audio-visual specialist, when our father and mother were Professors at the University of Toronto,
He met his beautiful wife when she was a secretary.
They fell in love and Tom proposed marriage to his wife Gail,
Now they have two beautiful children Frieda and Patrick.
We have socialized through the years,
Reunions at the senior's residence guested with our relatives and parents.
Tom is a Secondary school teacher with excellence,
His children follow his good example.
My niece Frieda is also a teacher like her father and Patrick is a Psysio-Therapist.
They both have successful careers.
They live in a beautiful house which our parents facilitated,
Tom inherited our parents mobile home for the holidays.
I told our parents that it was just sitting at our parents beautiful house,
You should let Tom, Patrick, Gail and Frieda have that.
Nice for the holidays, Tom came by and hauled it with his car.
What good memories we have with our relatives.
I pray the God continues to bless us.
God bless Tom, Patrick, Frieda and Gail.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
I met my husband Walter through our minister,
We got along exceptionally well as friends.
He had arrived from Germany and I happened to speak German,
Used to do lots of activities together, i was a school teacher.
I invited him to live with me in my bachelor apartment,
Moved to a one-bedroom apartment, there was more space.
He proposed to me at a staff meeting, I accepted,
We decided to buy a beautiful house in the country.
We had a Christmas house wedding,our parents hosted the wedding,
I wore a beautiful Lorne Park dress with autumn colors and gold threads.
When we moved to our country house, our beautiful handsome sons Kirk and Erik were born,
My husband brought us home from the hospital each time.
The children went to school in the community of Bolton,
They graduated and went onto secondary school.
Our sons went onto university and graduated,
Kirk and Jenn had a l lovely wedding in Muskoka.
Erik and Lisette married in Costa Rica,
Kirk and Jennifer have two beautiful children now, Merrick and Maya.
Tom my brother married his pretty wife Gail,
They have two beautiful children Patrick and Frieda.
Antje and Michael married and have two beautiful children,Esme and Evan,
Where do the years go, I remember the happy years.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
The Beetles
I will now write a love poem and will include
heart, souls, roses and a box of chocolate with nuts inside
but a song by the Beetles keeps getting in the way
“Will you love me as before when I`m sixty-four?”
It was in Tokyo when heard the song I was visiting a girlfriend
who was a stewardess on a liner, the song said it all.
A few days later I met a cook smelling of booze and underarm
sweat, he told me my girlfriend had a lover on the ship
a steward, I confronted the man we had a fight and I was thrown
ashore. She had stolen my heart, but I had the song;
so I will not write this love story after all,
perhaps tell you a story of Frieda, who collected monkey poo,
kept them in glass bottles and inhaled the scent
but she produced wonderful paintings.
COMMUNION
(for Frieda and Nicholas Hughes)
two pieces of buttered bread.
two glasses of ice cold milk.
communion for the children
locked inside the apartment
of a dead poet.
Copyrighted
July 21, 2011
Jim Brewer
Auntie Gen is wearing the same dress
she wore last year, and to
the Bennets wedding in September
It is beginning to shine with wear
Cousin Frieda brought her latest boyfriend
He has buck teeth, which is jarring
when he laughs at Phil's lousy jokes
Never seems to notice he's the only one
laughing
Twelve kiddies sit at their own table
much to the relief of grandma Katie
Her little pug farts and everyone
pretends not to smell the noxious fumes
Dad falls asleep during the game on
some sports channel that costs more than
my kids dental bills
Everyone lays around, almost comatose
Someone makes the first move to leave
met with false protestations not to go
But soon they all drift away, satiated
for another year
Diets will start tomorrow
One day I arose, December 10th I propose. 2019 was the year, I would experience true fear. I opened my eye's I have no idea, that I have been sick gravely ill as doctors would appear! Men and women in white coats and concern, but this is the day I would truly learn. "Hello Mrs Rogers how do you feel? Stricken with confusion it didn't feel real! "Where am I" I asked, and it seem all a blur, your sick" they replied, in disbelief I could not concur and again I asked "Please are you sure?. I look around and all I see were tubes and machines running through me. I began to kick and scream with no luck. I was paralyzed and could not move and realized I was stuck. No memory of such a thing I started to scream, ,I'm not sick please tell me where I am. Days had gone by and still I could not move, I starred at the walls, and watched They closed in. I started to feel pain in my chest as I breathed, the pain that I felt you wouldn't believe. Slowly I went along with their scheme, I had to find out what all of this means. I practiced for days to get strong again, and had come to terms what my body just did. Ten doctors stood in front of my face and said Frieda you have Covid and your very sick, your kidneys don't work, and a catheters been put in. You went through a heart attack, and septic shock to boot you have pneumonia of both lungs, and we loosened a tooth, we start dialysis today, you died for 20 minutes, we should mention ass well, so if your chest hurts is because it went through hell. With my mouth hung open in disbelief, I had been up there over two weeks. I became stronger but never the same. My body is weekend and Covids to blame. But I rise up and God takes my hand.
Happy Birthday, Tom
Another beautiful year with relatives and friends.
The beautiful wedding at Pioneer village, where Tom and Gail married,
With the horse drawn carriage driving past.
Antje was a flower girl,
Gwen was a bridesmaid.
The exquisite house you purchased,
The blessed event when your children Patrick and Frieda were born,
The honorable days as a teacher and friend,
Now happily retired.
The beautiful days at your trailer,
What blessings, we remember our Father Dr. Wolf and Dr. Erika.
I hope you have a healthy and happy year,
Many years to come.
Your children are very accomplished ,
The nice letters Frieda writes ,I enjoy receiving them.
I am very proud of your children , my niece and nephew.
I hope that you have an excellent day with your relatives and friends.
God bless you on your birthday,
Have a wonderful day from your sister Gwen and relatives.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz