Best Good Times Poems
Joe Lunchbucket stands on the bread line
The plant closure left him not one dime
So handouts he seeks
Like dogs beg for treats
As senators toast to the good times
Entry for Deborah Guzzi's limerick contest
"Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
It reminds me of my grandparents;
Grandma, baba, ouma, bomma grandmother;
Love to read poems sing them ole time songs;
So much love they given each of us;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
Yet they were stern
Great teachers taught my parents as will as me to learn;
They listened to a Motorola on a tall stand;
Nonna would play a little ditty on the “baby grand”
Oh! And Gran made fried pies on Sundays;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
We would have with our dinner;
Homemade chicken soup, meatloaf and cabbage loaf;
My grandpa and his friends would sit outside talkN loud
While listening to the ballgame on a transmitter radio;
The ladies would settle in the den;
Nesting caressing darning with patch qulits using needles and tread;
Joyously giggling laughing while lovingly talkN bout them men;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…"
1/4/20
Written words by Genysis DMaurier & James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A dedicated verse to Genysis DMaurier
based on words from Genysis to a e-mail to me
What is time but a thing we cannot see,
but it is everywhere.
Time comes and goes before we know it,
good times and bad times.
The question is what is quality time?
Everyone's answer will be different,
grandkids to fishing to volunteering.
The quality of the time,
is what we make it.
Good times are a part of who you are if you make them a part of your heart.
Frittering their lives away
at work, at home, at play
When the good times finally died
~ they'd nothing left to say
Anacreontic Verse
Let The Good Times Roll
1t's Mardi Gras time
in New Orleans
the French say
laissez les
bons temps rouler
let the good times roll.
they roll in the streets
nights of revelry
Bourbon Street throngs
of people dancing
merriment, laughter
alias Fat Tuesday
parades, drinking
such debauchery
throws of beads
to half naked
women who scream
and shout, Hey Mister
throw me something
rewarded with smiles
A time for fun like
no place else.
City Care Forgot?
only on the day
care does not exist
10/26/15
Life stopped for a moment when we received that call
The Savior came and you left us all
Your pain is relieved, so should we rejoice or cry?
Unknown how to just say goodbye
Trying to be normal as if life’s a blast
Masking the hurt with empty laughs
Moving on as if nothing has occurred
Your husband has died, haven’t you heard!!
Your children are hurting and now they’re mad
Cause Mom’s acting strange and not even sad?
How can this be when we hurt so each night
An attack of some sort like a stick of DynoMite!
We know she’s suffering getting her strength from above
She’s lost the only man that she has ever loved
Then it happens and so we know she’s not fine
Breaking the dishes remembering all the Good Times.
The Death Of James Evans on Good Times, by Celeste Jordan
Oh to have tools to hold back Time!
To make the hours just stay,
And let the years stop in their prime,
Age held back in delay!
To have the chance to dance again,
Laugh more and worry less,
Relish the music we had then-
All that sixty's goodness!
The jukebox songs and ice cream days,
Bobby socks and barn dance!
Tears at high school graduation day,
Slam books and teen romance.
Although we cannot hold back Time
He simply runs too fast!
I hold him in my words and rhyme-
And write things of the past!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.19.16
Like the football in the world cup this year
Let the good times roll
Billions of fans across globe play games my dear
Like the football. In the world cup this year
Happy with their heroes in action, they will drink lots of beer
Up and down will go the sea of human toll
Like the football. In the world cup this year
Let the good times roll
Triolet, rhyme scheme: ABaAabAB
Date write: 14.6.2014
Contest: Let the Good Times Roll….of your pen
Sponsor:Elly Wouterse
Our City has new ambiance
The head rock man is gone
The clean up crew is back on
Our country has promises to keep
For one and all
There'll be good times
Good times
Good times
Our streets has been made smart
Tourists has come
Everybody is tickled
Sashaying here and there
And singing to themselves
Oh feel these good times
Good times
Good times
Oh Belizeans, think about the
Good times.
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the good times
written on a face
an open mind
Walt Disney World Sunday at 7
Street lights on at 9
Remember the family dinners
We had nothing but time
A game of Life on the table
Slap Jack on the floor
Metal roller skates
People knocking on the door
Happy Days every day of the week
8-tracks in the player
School was actually fun
Top seller was “Bayer”
Popcorn balls stuck to your teeth
Movies and a best friend
I miss the good ‘ol days
A letter in the mail to send.
The world goes racing by
Yet I stand perfectly still
I know that everything will come back to me
Always has and always will.
Heard this before? “Life is what you make it”
So very true, we are all captains of our own vessel
We are the ones that map out our course
The winds of life are not always in our favour
But the happiness we receive is much more gratifying
Than always having things handed to us on a silver platter
We appreciate even the smallest gestures of love and kindness
Aside from the lunatic fringe, we are all cut from the same cloth
The one percent lunatic fringe cause all the problems
For the ninety-nine percent of normal folks like us
All we want is to get from point A to point B
With the least amount of hassle
So my advice is, just let the good times roll
One day at a time and all that stuff
© Jack Ellison 2014=center>
In good times
In bad times
We bood
Just saying the words "blueberry pie"
changes the way you feel.
And it's no wonder it finds a place of honor
at the end of a home-cooked meal,
for there is no need to pit nor peel
this sweet-tart low-bush fruit,
just add a dash of sugar and a flaky shell
and a little bit of love to boot.
When you say the words "blueberry pie"
most everyone turns their head,
anxious to learn if they can have a taste
for it's better than cake or cornbread.
And isn't it fun to see its purply goo
on your fingers or encircling your lips,
or showing everyone your purply tongue
as though you were in a pie-eating championship?
And have you ever smelled a blueberry pie
emerging hot and fresh from the oven?
Does the aroma trigger a thousand fond memories
and send you into the kitchen running?
And is there anything more enticing to see
than a slice dripping with vanilla ice cream?
And then gobbling an extra slice or two
is like living out a blueberry dream.
And who used to bake those blueberry pies?
Your grandmother or a neighborly friend?
And didn't its savory buttery crusts
make you want dessert time to never end?
So how do we know that a blueberry pie
has changed the way you feel?
That look in your eye and that smile on your face
are quite hard to conceal.
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