Best Full Of Mischief Poems
It's summer, and it's the time
to take the train to old Saint Ives
and visit my Aunt Clementine
who lives alone by an old salt mine.
Aunt Clementine, she likes to dine
on mac and cheese at half past nine
then eats big slices of strawberry pie
while she sits and watches the fire flies.
Aunt Clementine loves polka dots
mostly orange, there's quite a lot
on walls and rugs, on kitchen tops
on her clothes and her dog named "Spot".
Aunt Clementine has crazy hair
that flies around most everywhere
while she hurries and scurries
here and there, and likes to say,
"Well, I declare!"
When she puts her lipstick on
Aunt Clementine breaks out in song
and tells me I should sing along
even if I forget or flub or FLOB
she tells me I am never wrong.
My Aunt Clementine is really fun
she certainly is not a nun
and so full of mischief
I just love to come
to be with her is double fun
in my book she is number one!
Some are ever hollow
Some are full of lies
Some are evil; menacing
Some are old and wise
Some are full of mischief
Some are full of fear
Some are deep and soulful
Others full of tears
Some are ever roving
Some are ever cold
Some are ever staring
Some are even rolled!
Some are ever flirting
Some are green or blue
Mine are eyes
That can’t disguise
The love they hold for you
Alone in my office
after a full day of teaching
I sit
catching my breath
looking at the picture
next to the phone
a baby girl
poses for the camera
big grown eyes
chubby cheeks
impish grin
a discarded toy behind her
smiling for daddy
so full of mischief and joy
Where did she go?
I look at pictures behind me
The young woman
Slim
Beautiful
Self- confident
voluptuous
sexy
luxuriant hair
sparkling smile
the poser
gregarious, vivacious, full of life
Where did she go?
I look into the ornate mirror
a woman in her forties
black hair starting to show white
pinned up high
a crown of curls
her one vanity
but it brings
no hint of a smile
tears gather
in those big brown eyes
a sigh
here she is
here she is….
that little girl
turned young and pretty
then middle aged
sage
no longer in her prime
she sits and wonders
about the passage of time
Questions surface...
Why have her dreams died?
Why must she be denied?
When was the last time
She truly felt alive?
Yes
Here she is
And soon she’ll go…
her heart fills with sorrow
there is still so much of her
that remains
unknown...
Eileen
"God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..." Unkown
Pets are Angels in disguise
Endearing was my canine companion
There was no other pet in my life dearer than my dog
Seated close, sometimes he would curl up at my side.
Amiably he would lay his head in my lap and sleep,
Ready to wake up at the slightest sound,
Ever alert guarding our home from rodents and rowdies.
A wild roamer was my cute tawny dachshund.
Never was he in chains to be hauled like cattle.
Gave us company as we took our evening rounds.
Endearingly he would rub his body on our knees,
Licking our feet and arms in deep affection.
So full of mischief, playfully he capered and hopped.
I have never felt a love so deep to any other as to him.
Nor had a bereavement more intense than the one at his departure.
Death claimed him before we could anticipate.
Inseparable was he from our home and our children.
Speechless I stand when memories churn within
Grew up as a member of the family and an abiding companion.
Unable to break the bond, he clings to our hearts.
In haunting thoughts of him, we still get choked.
Sacred memories of him are forever enshrined within.
Eternal bliss and sweet rest be granted unto him!
~The Wicked Witches~
(Trine)
The witches gather happily under the moonlight
They're planning to fly in their brooms tonight.
They laugh and cackle full of mischief very loud
The wicked witches can be observed among the cloud.
Then they descend and have in the forest a big cookout
They invited some of their creepy friends there's no doubt.
The witches finished eating their bat stew and cackle with delight
Again they fly high in their old brooms among the dark cloud
While devilishly plan to terrorize everyone before the sun comes out.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.30.2016
Grandparents.
Many, many years ago
when grannies were little girls.
They had very long hair with polka-dot ribbons
entwined around their curls.
And granddads played with catapults and different
wooden toys.
They were full of mischief and curious little boys.
They learn to climb the tallest trees
and tease the little girls.
And pull their polka-dot ribbons out
and mess up all their curls.
Then they grew up and fell in-love
that's when their lives began to change.
They'd act daft with lovey stuff
which some girls found very strange.
Lives tapestry exchanges their struggles
to survive.
The best memories are those of my grandparents
and the changes in their lives.
Kitty Cat and Christmas Tree
Kitty, Kitty
Kitty, Kitty
Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy
Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball
A kitty-cat that desires so much loving and attention
Affectionate and my shadow when you desire
Play toys you see small and large
As real as you and me
You love to play hide -seek,
But your favorite toy is the part of nature that has moved in
Another play toy you see with those big green eyes
That nose wiggles to take a whiff
Another scratching post with the scent of pine
With movement of shimmering light adornment that garnish that beautiful toy of yours
Like a mouse running and jumping from limb to limb that looks so as real as you and me
Tempting for you to swat and play
That mouse that entice your nature’s instincts to plan of ways to chase
Kitty, Kitty
Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy
Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball
Sitting far, far away from the tree, looking innocent as can be
Oh!
No!
You've toppled the Christmas tree and scattered the broken ornaments all over the floor!
Frosting paw prints smudges on my countertops and floor!
What kind of games do you plan to play when my back is turned?
11/20/2015
- Poetry Contest : Cats and Christmas Trees
Sponsored by: Mary Oliver Rotman
A child of beauty.
Such a joy to behold,
So full of mischief
And yet good as gold.
A rare precious gem
In a world gone awry.
A laughing imp
With a sparkling eye.
Sweet innocence wrapt
In a bundle of fun,
Full of wonder and
Enchanting to everyone...
Soulful eyes,Cupid mouth,
Chubby cheeks that tantalise.
A cherub from heaven born,
Soft haired angel in disguise.
Little hands that reach in trust,
Pure,peaceful as a dove.
And inside this pint pot of charm
A heart that beats with love....
You,who would disquiet our lives
Yet lay there so gentle and mild,
You make us smile,tug at our hearts.
Such a sweet adorable child.
I wrote this when our first granddaughter was born,but it was personalised.
She is now a beautiful woman with a child of her own.
Father Father bless me
I bear a burden of sin
sin a heavy block of tin
pray God thee
I need break free
from the evil bondage
I've in been from early age
Father I'm the little mouse
a squatter in the mission house
My heart is full of mischief
I'm that wanted thief
who operates in the sacristy
Eating the communion pastry
and never the wine—none with
you shares
But you waste time to punish
the innocent postulants
for this act deemed devilish
So implore God to graciously
grant
my confessional wish
The postulants clean the
chapel
floor-pew-santuary clean
I cause the daily trouble
of spreading, litter, nuts and
beans
on the holy floor
and yet you spark up your rage
on the postulants for act of
sacrilege
I surrender all
my iniquity
and and my ungodly duty
I surrender all
So plead God to reverse any
curse
that must on my head befall
What reparation
or recitation must I do?
so I can go to the postulants to
apologize
for stealing the communion
wafer
and putting the chapel in scatter
for them to in your hands suffer
But should I tell them you
drink the wine too?
Small little Halle, Molly, and Dolly
full of mischief, puppy collies;
climbing over each other in their folly.
Snarling and growling, around in the yard,
while Reilly the Saint Bernard stands guard.
Reilly rolls onto its back, as they come hard
climbing all over, nipping and licking volley.
4/9/2021
He Left Us Stuck OutSide
He Knows No Fear
A simple new day, forty years ago,
reddish hair and chubby cheeks little boy,
full of mischief, *****, always on the go,
playing innocent pranks, he was pure joy.
I had not seen it coming from a six-
year-old-boy. He flashed a perfect white smile;
something told me he was up to his tricks,
with that giggle I knew within a while.
He stepped out, locking the door behind him,
with no way of getting back in the house.
He grinned, in spite of the flashes of grim
on my face; we sat waiting for my spouse.
The spirit's lead without any glances,
he flies knowing no fear taking chances.
8/16/2017
True story, he always has had a way to always make me smile. Never was able to punish him for his pranks.. As old as he is, his poor wife and kids now suffer.
Contest Name: ' STUCK '
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Kajal* in her lids, circling her plastic eyes,
Doll eyes that seem unreal.
Single rose perched atop her bun.
The red matching her blouse and her lips.
Her beady purse dangling by,
Shimmering in the neon light.
The whore from Faridabad...
Men saunter by...
Watch her reflections.
Her bright silver necklace,
Her flowing ear drops.
Watch her with mocking eyes,
Her integrity ridiculed,
Her essence defamed.
The same men who subvert to her in the darkness.
Their stark souls, stark naked bodies exposed.
The beast in them clinging and clutching.
Embraces sans love.
Submissions sans redemption...
In the creaking red room, in the timber wood bed,
Her heart stays mute. Her stare stays cold.
As passion ploughs over her.
Again and again till her body is benumbed.
She has nothing to lose.
She had nothing to lose.
The cradle of lust.
The melting pot of all human desires.
The whore from Faridabad...
With doll eyes that seem unreal...
In the rain filled night,
Little Biju comes running.
His soiled brown shorts pinned up with a safety pin.
His nose catching a whiff of her perfume.
His monsoon catch fluttering,
Pining to fly away,
The dragon fly...
He sits on her lap.
She fiddles through his hair.
And together they steam off,
Paper boats off the puddle's coast.
And like a twin lightning ripping across
The strangeness of the night skies,
Two shrill laughters pervade the monsoon airs.
Full of love.
Full of mischief and sunshine.
Her eyes moistened with the laughter...
Her doll eyes that seem unreal...
The whore from Faridabad....
* A mixture made of coal......applied over the eyes to make them look attractive......
A bouncing puppy,
So cute and full of life,
A small cuddly bundle
In my arms…
A naughty young dog,
Fails dog training classes,
Full of mischief and fun,
He’s my boy…
Loves to be cuddled,
Treated like a baby
Indoors; but when outdoors,
A wild thing…
Personality
So strong, mind of his own,
Never a dull moment
With Paddy…
A huge lump appears,
The vet gives him some pills,
Buys precious extra time,
Rest In Peace…
For Constance’s Melancholy Memory contest, using her Melancholy Form
Put purring sounds around me, yes, I'm the apple of your eye.
Your furry form is always warm, your purr is a lull-a-bye
Arms and legs entwine us, so strong, Mime and brother Sy
around a dreamy place we lay and picture summertime.
Me and Mama [Molly] cuddle with our wee Tom cat
like balls we bounce and then pounce 'till Mama tells us scat!
The glaring's* full of mischief rivalry and combat,
Circle round see what we've found, it flies, why it's a gnat!
Round we go till dinner time, then back we go like that
The bosom warm, the cuddly form of our sweet Molly cat
Sun up, sun down, this is the life of Sy and Mime cat-lets.
*group of cats is referred to as a "clowder" or a "glaring",a male cat is called a "tom"
a female is called a "molly"...I named the girl Kitten Mime ;)
In my life that’s sad and lonely
Full of mischief and misery
You came like a bright neon light
Flashing colors to my delight
Just thinking of your pretty face
Heart’s beating fast like in a race
But when we are not together
Our love, will it last forever?
At times of grief or happiness
You’re by my side in willingness
Pleasant thoughts of you in my mind
I know someday that I will find
My whole being I offer you
Please accept it for it is true
And in all of your innocence
My darling, you’re the difference