Best Get Together Poems
Salt
Cellar by cellar on the cupboard shelf
I fell for you and crave you for myself
You look handsome in your sparkling glass pot
I imagine you'd be tasty and hot.
It'd be lovely to sprinkle together,
There for each other through stormy weather
I'm extremely salty, guess you'd agree
That if we marry, companions we'd be.
Pepper
You're a fine looking lass, I love you lots
Made for each other in matching glass pots
So fine and lovely, in your gown of white,
Would you marry me and become my wife.
Seasoning forever, to have and hold,
My darling will you wear my ring of gold
We'll grow older together tenderly
A match made in Eden are you and me.
Salt and Pepper
And so the wedding for them went ahead
A glorious day it has to be said
Pepper was proud of the bride at his side
Salt wore a smile and a gleam in her eyes.
Salt never stopped sneezing throughout their lives
Yet never complained, she sensed it unwise
Her salty kisses made Pepper’s lips sore
He never confessed, just kissed evermore.
Across oceans and decades, my daughter and I set sail,
Returning to the land where my roots still whispered my name.
Sixty years apart, yet the pulse of home still flowed through my veins,
A river winding back to its source, never truly lost.
Words became bridges, stitching past and present with ease.
My daughter, though a stranger to Hindi’s full embrace,
Spoke in laughter, in gestures, in a language older than words—
And in their eyes, she became the brightest star in our sky.
Feasts unfolded like pages of an old, beloved book,
Each dish a story, each sip of tea a memory reborn.
Generations stood together—parents, children, and their own little ones,
Echoes of my youth dancing through my high school halls,
Where time had carved my name but left my spirit untouched.
Tea time carried the fragrance of childhood once more—
Mother’s voice weaving warmth through gossip and laughter,
The sweet hush of togetherness, as precious as stolen time.
How I wished to freeze those golden hours,
But the clock’s steady hands pressed against our joy,
And the road called us back to where life waited.
Let’s celebrate!
Let’s get together soon
Maybe today
And have a toast
For all we’ve achieved
To this point in our lives
Recent headlines remind me
How much I have to be proud of
And grateful for
Very much including you.
The face time we share…
And the face I saw smiling back
In the mirror this morning
Give me twice as many reasons
Than some people have
To celebrate…
So hit me back!
With the time
And the place.
Peace!
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
The Get-together
Like crispy autumn leaves
tinged in vibrant orange hues,
that drop and freely float ;
Before settling for some rest,
Unless the breeze waltz
makes them dance to its tune.
We, the GOMCO 85, were,
rapt into lifeless routine,
Striving and working like Trojans;
Monotonous it might seem,
Yet content and tranquil,
mindful, sleeping like a log.
Until one great thought of reunion,
shook and woke us up;
A wave of delight traversed.
And there we all were;
together, meeting and greeting;
making some great memories.
Taken away by melody
of yesteryear songs ;
Had few refreshing Karaokes,
and countless rhythmic leg shakes.
The long sought soulful chats
having been vanished in time;
Those high pitched cheers,
Lowered with softened profiles.
Broad day light dine,
and the sparkling wine;
Antakshari and adagios,
Merging in essence of time.
Lost in aura of celebration,
a moment of parting came soon;
embers of promises frozen in hearts,
waiting for fire to be lit again.
Written Oct 17, 2021
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Dedicated to all wonderful friends of GOMCO 85 batch who gathered on Oct 17 @ Mohali Chandigarh, also to those who could not join and plan to make it next.
The homestead is a hive of laughter - these precious moments, time gives no bonus
©GraceM Composition
7/12/2015
Contest: One Liners Three (Silent One)
When old vets gather at a pub to reminisce with their peers,
And their tongues are mellowed with a few free-flowing beers,
Raucous war stories and much back slapping are apt to befall,
As unique people, places and events they tend to recall!
Supercilious officers and their puffery is a subject of disdain,
As are first sergeants and drill sergeants, who were their bane!
A first sergeant tried to defend himself, but he didn't win,
And was ordered to buy another round of beers, much to his chagrin!
A marine proclaimed that the war would've been lost without Marines!
A sailor declared the bravest guys cruised in submarines!
This brought a howl from all the ground-pounding grunts,
Who with one accord asserted they'd not tolerate such affronts!
An air corps guy said it was the flyboys that saved the day!
This elicited a retort from a coastguard vet who had his say!
A quartermaster said it was he who supplied C-rations and boots,
Showering upon his head a chorus of jeers, hollers and hoots!
As time went on, they discussed the serious side of strife,
The horror of war and dear comrades who had forfeited life.
The final consensus was they'd won the war altogether.
These are the things that vets talk about when they get together!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
When the family gather at our home
They stay awhile -they're from out of town
We sit down to a home cooked meal
Then wash up our plates from the meal
After all done computers come out
Everyone on them at the same time
Except for me,I don't touch mine
Hoping to set an example for the
I look around and see no reaction
Feeling so sad nothing had changed
Wondering how it turned out this way
There is no conversation like before now
ths time of year
we dress like a bear
we sit and do this
at the table we stare
show love and care
for other and our
brother and sister
tho its cold weather
we have a
FAMILY GET TOGETHER
at a cousins place,after the funeral we headed home
to feel free at home I started to roam
I bolted one door from inside
through the other went outside
afterwards went up the stairs and pushed to open the door
I pushed and pushed more n more
due to breeze it had got auto locked
out I was blocked
having been locked out
I started to shout
One stone I threw at a window glass
Glass went crashing down,none bothered alas !
At last a man in the neighborhood
came forward , the problem he understood
all were confused
thinking how I could be released
a nephew passed down a coke
fearing the heat or that I may choke
at last a lock opener was brought
till then in sweltering heat I did rot
he broke open a latch
all came forward for a sight to catch
We all heaved a sigh of relief
as the time I was shut out was not brief
for sometime all forgot the grief.
Pitter Patter rain drops all day long
landing on the gate like dew drops.
Here comes my brother in law
to lead me from the dull life
to the countryside bustling with people
Ah! where were they when I was in the city?
Long drive in the rain to forget the pain
we go for a spin to lighten the mood.
Drinks to accompany and words for symphony
We traverse the past and gallop into the future.
The more I take in the more I part with.
Back on the road, heading for home.
Kids and dog,home sweet home
where everyone meets eye to eye.
Family for me is where happiness resides.
we're of many faith
we' don't debate
or complate
went its that time
we don't drow the line
no matter what the weather
its
FRIENDS GET TOGETHER
we all
have a ball
one phone call
we make plans
to band
and come hand to hand
together we stand
does matter the weather
we have a
FAMILY GET TOGETHER
Form:
Get Together Internal Mono Rhyme
Green gown of mother, silk suit of father.
Costly coat of leather worn by brother.
Sweet sister rather looked much healthier.
She did not bother for grand dress either,
fashionable neither. Each wished other.
‘Warm wishes to gather’: Get Together.
01/06/17
It’s early in the daytime when the sun is coming up
I go into the kitchen, pour my coffee in a cup,
Then I brush my teeth and comb my hair
And I figure out what I have to wear,
Bathing suit, shorts or a cute summer dress
Tried them all on, can’t decide I confess,
I pick out a romper with sandals in gold
A purse and a hat that’s about three years old,
I made up two salads, both different kinds
Goat cheese and crackers and two bottles of wine,
Then I jumped in my sports car and hoped for good weather
Because today is my Summertime Friends Get-together.
My friend always says “we need to get together soon”
She is a phone friend.
I remind her that I am not going anywhere unless it is forty degrees.
I am an asthmatic.
Cold air triggers my respiratory infection and pneumonia.
I reiterate this twice during this phone call.
“It’ll be forty degrees tomorrow,” she says.
My pause does not last two seconds.
“I don’t want to,” I reply.