Best Households Poems
When I was a young child I studied ants
I loved their formation on ground and plants.
Like tiny soldiers lined, disciplined well,
They worked hard all day, from what I could tell.
Their strength was awesome, things they could carry,
Never wasting time, all day they'd tarry.
One time as I watched two lines in a row
In opposite directions they did go.
Then as I watched them, like a friend of mine,
Two friends stopped to chat then returned in line.
Ant's personalities, unique to see....
How akin these small creatures are to me.
I love their work ethic in an ant farm....
A splended tool to teach kids not to harm.
They work together harmoniously
And will protect their nest defensively.
Please teach your children the value they give.
Not to destroy their nests, please let them live.
They work to keep other insects at bay
And help till the soil in their special way.
I know households do disdainfully reject,
Yet these small insects gain my full respect.
They have survived millions of years on earth.
There-in lies their beauty, proving their worth!
11-2-18
Insects Poetry Contest~First Place~ in a winning list of seven
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Note: Ants are eusocial insects of the family Formicidae and, along with the related wasps and bees, belong to the order Hymenoptera.
Ants evolved from wasp-like ancestors in the Cretaceous period, about 140 million years ago, and diversified after the rise of flowering plants.
It has come to light according to a new study, that ants produce their own antibiotics to deal with diseases that can be used to treat humans as well.
Ants do a lot for us and the environment in general. A single
large colonel of ants will pick up and or kill 100,000 other insects a day for food. So they're the pest control themselves of the insect kingdom. Many species of ants have a mutual relationship with plants that the ants may benefit from in some way. Over 12,000 species of ants have been scientifically identified. Ants are known to be a good source of protein and ingested in several countries.
Crowned with a tiara,precious white,
crashing at the heels turquoise tide.
here all known colors exude through ,
at every step diversities brew.
The winds of past,
would forever last.
waltzing around the weaver's needle,
or reverberating through the artisan's chisel.
through the mystic roads,
clad in saffron robes.
saints chase the ultimate solution,
--a path towards salvation.
Not in a folklore or a song
here the palanquin bears the daughter along.
tied knots* are too strong to break,
solemn promises for eternity are made.
witness a reverse in clock,
the ideals in bricks and blocks.
or a picture of originality,
during the frolics of festivity.
here in happiness skylines swell with kites*,
the earthen diyas* set all corners alight.
Holi* makes the faces hued,
Of the past all feuds are subdued.
in reverence for the Gods of health,
and the Goddesses of wealth
the rangolis* are drawn at the thresholds
welcoming them to dwell their households.
Knowing no constitutional provisions,
or land demarcations,
Almighty on the seventh sky,
strolls down here on the sly.
May this land beneath His hand hail,
may never the people fail.
within its splendor shall we reside,
its the land by the sea side!
*tied knots--refers to the relationships
*kites--are flown on makar sakranti (a festival) It is a harvest festival. On this occasion the sky is filled with kites
*diyas--earthen bowls in which oil is used and they are lit on the auspicious festival of diwali as a mark of dispelled darkness when good won over evil.
*holi-is a spring festival celebrated as a festival of colours.
Most households have in USA pets
A hundred million cats and dogs
Other pet types include
Aquarium fish and bird
Most content in home environments.
I got discontent with a content cat
We turn to friends or neighbors
For help to short timer
Or to pet-care giver
All options, not optimal for each pet.
I became that short timer option
My friend wished to go to Ukraine
I pet-sitted for his cat
Gave me care-taking note
Of her keeps, her daily medicine.
Giving transdermal med into her ear
And she bit the crap out of my ear
Can’t call friend back or a vet
Used third option instead
Sent her to professional care taker.
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Contest: Pet-Sit Panics in Honor of Sharon Tideswell
Twenty twenty a very strange year
From March onward most living in fear
You will all know what I'm talking about
COVID 19 I hear you all shout
It all started in the far East
Gaining momentum like a ravaging beast
Isolated pockets and countries locking down
As corona virus swept from town to town
The virus spread at an alarming rate
People isolating hoping that they're not too late
No matter what colour, race or creed
This virus was viral global indeed
Countries addressed the situation
Whilst people At home needed an explanation
You need to stay 2 meters apart
Until more is known this is a start
Keyworkers and NHS staff worked on through
To ensure we were safe including YOU
Some even thought it wouldn't be me
I'm going to relax down by the sea
5 months in lockdown finally fatalities fell
The powers that be decided oh what the hell
Restrictions were lifted new rules in place
Social distancing and cover your face
Just over a month the virus was strong again
Taking the vulnerable feeling no pain
Lockdown 2 was ordered once more
Totally different as scientist knew the R rating score
So twenty twenty was a strange year
It even managed to bring community cheer
Yes that's right not all doom and gloom
Good people stepped up into the room
Kindness, compassion and a helping hand
Makes me proud to live on this land
I hope your Christmas is of festive cheer
But remember social distancing is still here
Social bubbles and 3 households allowed
Don't be caught out in a big crowd
Enjoy this time Of giving and cheer
Raise a glass to 2021 being a better year
Mothers, like mine,
the rarest of jewels.
The givers of life;
extending a guiding hand
to their children, leading them
to a beacon of light
when lost in the dark.
They're a constant presence
and support system, rain or shine,
through success or failure.
Mothers, like mine,
unfailingly comforting.
They're always there
to pick up the pieces;
wiping their children's tears
with a comforting smile.
Mothers, like mine,
stalwart pillars
of love and support.
Mothers greet their newborns
with joyous beaming eyes,
loving them prima facie.
Unconditionally, continually,
they love their children
From the cradle to the grave.
Mothers, like mine,
the glue that hold
households together.
Mothers give tender shoulders
to cry on, to lean on.
Possessors of hearts that beat
with patience and understanding
Possessors of arms ever ready
and eager to caress.
Mothers, like mine,
natural-born role models,
teaching their children
right from wrong, showering them
with fruitful advice and life lessons
Mothers, like mine,
fierce protectors; shielding
their children from all shades
of harm, watching them grow
and blossom into adulthood.
Mothers, like mine,
lend their children wings
to soar across troubled seas;
over seemingly insurmountable
obstacles day in, day out.
Rarest of jewels, indeed.
I'll always love and cherish
my mother
Submitted for...
Tribute To Women Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beata Agustin
Date submitted: 03/26/2022
Date originally written: 04/12/2016
YORUBA INCANTATION AGAINST THE VAMPIRES.
Oh you Titans of the other world
Oh you the legend of the unseen
I rise my voice up on to you today
Hear me and accept my supplication;
Attention rules the life of house mouse,
When the loving mother hears her baby crying,
Does she not attend to it? Attend to me today.
You that clad on thousand garments
Yet none touches the ground;
Whose teeth make no noise,
You that eat child and crush its bone;
From the top you eat the bowl,
From the liver you devour the guts,
From the bottom you savour the bile ;
You promised that whosoever knows you
Him you shall spare, I know you,
Spare me, spare my children.
When you were learning how to fly,
On my branches you learned;
From my fruits you ate, so you vowed :
I shall spare you and spare yours;
Remember this in your days of anger,
Spare me, spare my children.
Three things you do not eat :
You do not eat Sparrows,
You do not eat beads,
You do not eat from ‘‘Obo trees’’;
I have Sparrows in my house,
Visit me not; I have beads in my waist,
Lay not your hand on me;
In my reservoir is bark of Obo tree,
Drink not from my pot;
Spare me, spare my children.
Hear this and spare me,
Hear this and spare my households;
We can’t know vampire’s name
And still become its prey.
Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa
His striped tie has a green tint color
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood.
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons.
I can see from all the way up here
That one of his fingers has a golden wedding ring,
And he just sits there in that Studebaker
Looking up at my apartment window,
Like I’m some freaking captive locked in a high tower,
And he’s my guard, my sentinel,
Making sure I do not escape.
“Hey you! Yeah you! I’m talking to you!
Oh? You have a problem with me seeing the blond bombshell?
The one with the face that launched a million ejaculations?
The face that burned the topless towers
Of a million American households?”
Now he has a cigarette going inside that sleek automobile.
It’s dangling from his lips
Like a big white toothpick from Scully’s.
The Los Angeles Mirror,
The front page,
Rests forlornly on the passenger seat.
I can even see the headlines from up here –
Something about an execution,
Julius and Ethel R.
Serenade me, Julius La Rosa!
Sing to me now! ‘Eh, Cumpari!’
It’s 1953 and all’s well in the world.
There shall be a tiki torch in every back yard!
“A cocktail? Here, have mine.
I’m well stocked here in my Kasbah.
Now, sweetheart, what were you going to say?”
“When I dance with you,
I feel like I’m in Paris by the Seine,
Dancing in technicolor with Gene Kelly.
You have wonderful moves and a very masculine touch,
And I can almost hear Gershwin music,
Way off in the distance.”
“By the way, my darling Norma Jeane, who taught you to dance?”
“To be honest, my mother.
It was an emergency situation, I had a hot date, so…”
And now we are sashaying on my torn and tattered carpet,
With Perry Como crooning ‘No Other Love’ on my Hi Fi,
Over there in the dark corner.
The lights of the Big Enchilada
Glisten outside my lone window
Like a million incandescent candles
That burn with lust for us.
“Hold me closer.
I need to feel your warm blood.
I need to breathe in your luscious sweet cologne.
Mmmmmm. Kiss me.”
“I will kiss you.
I will kiss you long and I will kiss you very hard.
But first, my darling, why not some Rachmaninoff,
The second piano concerto,
Instead of Perry Como?”
“No Piggy.
Locked in your arms I’ll stay.
Waiting for you to say,
No other love have I.”
One of America’s most treasured holiday and tradition is known as the celebration of Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving a plentiful feast of food and a gathering of friends and family a holiday began as a feast in the beginning days of Americans is one of the most celebrated traditions .To some thanksgiving is just another holiday that is unimportant just another reminder that Christmas is just around the calendar .Just a day off of work or school ,a tradition passed on over the years, commonly excuse to over eat , an occasion that is between two months ,November the 4th Thursday and October the 2nd Monday for Canadians .
But in November 1621 ,after the pilgrims first harvest the Governor William Bradford established a feast and invited a group of the Native American allies .Now remembered as the “first Thanksgiving “ by Americans even though the pilgrims used this terms to describe the feast it was held for three consecutive days .Even though there isn’t a known historic banquet menu of there was record of that several of the Wampanoag guests arrived Bearing five dear by Edward Winslow who wrote in his journal .Also Many Historians suggest that many of the meals were served in traditional Native American spices and cooking methods . Because none of the pilgrims had oven and the Mayflower sugar supply had dwindled there was not the modern day traditional that featured pies, cakes and other desserts .The celebration of Thanksgiving has never changed through the year weather your nationality or faith background it is always been a time to express the thankfulness of family Thanksgiving is the day to reunite with family and feast upon food.
There are many traditions that come with thanksgiving but one that is know over all of America is the food. This tradition is know by many households is that many families struggle to finish out the thanksgiving without having a Ham or turkey on thanksgiving . Also many us have all heard you cant have a turkey day with football, Not every family in America makes football a part of their tradition but the most do .This could range form watching the game to having a little fun playing a game outside .
But you cant forget the essence of thankfulness this can be saying a prayer of thanks to the family gathering to tell what there most thankful for and There are many ways that this can be expressed.
When it comes to being a good father what do most young black men see?
Can they picture their fathers passing down any legacies?
Do they remember any male bonding or talks on how to be good men?
Do they have any perceptions or even comprehend?
Unfortunately too many households are single parent with only a mother in residency
Caused by incarceration, unemployment and dysfunctional inadequacies
Too many don't have a clue of what a good father should be
As the father factor in their lives was one of obscurity
But God is the ultimate father figure to each and every man
And if you desire to be like Him read His words and follow His plans
To become a good father you must examine the Holy Scriptures
And hopefully you'll be able to obtain a good father picture
Now tapping into God's heavenly Twitter account
And Facebooking the Gospel to see what its all about
Fully prepared to formulate, cultivate and stimulate your spiritual life
So that your behavior and way of thinking lines up with Jesus the Christ
A picture of a good father is a man who leaves a financial legacy
So that his children won't exist in a state of abject poverty
By showing them how to save and how to invest
Leaving a fruitful inheritance and a full hope chest
A picture of a good father is a man whose vine is rooted in a strong foundation
And structured to lift him up in godly formation
Respectful, resilient, loving, loyal and kind
Of strong moral conviction and secure in his mind
Knowing who he is and what he could be
And having healthy relationships with every member of his family
So if you're broken, bitter, angry and have any doubts
Seek God and a professional to help you work it out
And i say this to all women and I hope you receive
You need to let a man be a man to his family
Stop disrespecting him and put your anger and pride to the side
He is doing the best he can so work with him by walking stride for stride
A picture of a good father is a man concerned about his community
Who comprehends we live in a global society
A man who gets involved and not stay isolated
As we are all a part of this world that God created
A picture of a good father is a man who loves and respects his family and community
A man strongly rooted, striding humbly and secure in his spirituality
The distant horizon now in passionate embrace of the sky
There are the stars, dewy wet; benignly conspiring to woo the pasture
Trodden for eternity by poets and lovers, the purple mist rises high
The rivulet flows amidst the mystic blue woods; its rapture
Overflowing all ages, all damp and morose households are swept
By the ethereal autumn, her all-pervading ripples of snow-scented lakes
O Nature, thy blessings in my heart is poignantly felt!
Prasenjit Banerjee
09.08.2014
Trees Everywhere
Trees everywhere
But great is the coconut tree
Trees everywhere
Adored and grown with utmost care
Our lands were a coconuts’ sea
For long ages till recently
Trees everywhere.
It’s rubber now
It’s for its planter sheer money
It’s rubber now
With coconut taking its bow
Now modern households do not see
In coconuts uses many
It’s rubber now.
S.JAGATHSIMHAN NAIR, 19TH FEB 12
Form: Rondelet...18th Feb 12
THE CHENNAI FLOODS - FIRST PART
Firstly the rains came calling cool
It instantly brought hope and happiness
For people relished the Celsius dip down
And hoped for reservoirs to fill to lips
But pretty soon the horrific floods followed
As it rained cats and dogs, days on end
As monsoon turned to a tormentor possessed
And led many to many a sleepless night
The inevitable pain came calling chill and fast
As roads and streets were ravaged entirely
And excess water submerged ponds and land
As waterways and drains could pass no more
The serious threat meandered in with a roar
With intense rains adding to the fury and more
Amidst storm, lightning, thunder on crescendo
Emanating from deep depressions in the Bay
Then fear and scare all showed up all night
As water inundated fields and farms alike
And entered into houses and dwelling units
Causing widespread loss to assets and life
The floods slithered in surely winding its way
Uprooting trees and destructing everywhere
Cattle, dogs and pets perished soon, unsung
With hapless people of all ages, in a gloom
The engulfing darkness brought chaos, for
Gloomy conditions only worsened soon
With nothing in sight; except rising waters
Seething snakes and reptiles added blues
Trauma and melancholy, magnified manifold
As waters chill, ran amuck human household
Swirling in; bringing great despair, in Cities too
Nightmare everywhere; yet nowhere to go;
The disaster itself was a Broadway show
As city and residences became a water-show
And in no time all hell had broken loose;
Making waterways of rail and road ways too
The big losses came quick and fast
As households washed off in a gaffe
And apartments and cars submerged
With basements becoming watery graves
Overnight and instantly everything was lost
Furniture, valuables, utensils and garments,
Refrigerators, kitchenware, other gadgets too
Gold, silver, cash and documents; phones too
And then it was the death that reared its head,
As people drowned and went missing cold
Pitch darkness engulfing the misery in whole
People breathed their last; their grief untold
........ Continued in Second Part
BLIND LOVE
“Six to ten inches”
That’s what the weatherman says
Snow-blower is broke
I with a very bad back
And my kid will have a fit
Asking him to work
Do his share around the house
Seems too much for him
Here he comes with a buddy
Says they’re going out of town
Just for the weekend
I say “Like hell you’re leaving!
Get out the shovel!”
He says “Oh, dad my shoulder
I think it it’s a rotor cuff
Hurt it playing ball
Look! It’s late we have to go.”
“To play ball?” I ask
“Yes. I dribble left handed”
“Do you want mom to shovel?”
Then he sighs “Well no”
“Well then get out the shovel!”
You’d think I shot him
He makes this terrible face
Grabs his shoulder what a fake
But then this sick smile
He’s looking out the window
Watching the snow fly
It’s poor old mom bless her
Shoveling heart full of love
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Not much of a poem - apologies.
It's kind of a Tanka form I guess
I couldn't resist. The situation will fit so many, many households.
Awoken by the sun shining through the ocean surface.
My scales give off a glow.
Good morning to the blue.
A mirror of the sky.
Spiraling endlessly upwards and downwards.
Further and further I go.
Coral labyrinths surround me.
Hiding small lives in themselves.
The growing forest of the reefs seem to rise and bend.
Where no one reaches.
Darkness below hides secrets far beyond the unknown.
Whales shall embark on a journey to where a new world meets.
Tell me if I should go,should I follow them?
Or await for the clown fish to sleep in anemones.
I'll take off to the roars of the lion fish.
Feel Poseidon's currents push me with ease.
Until I can feel the beach breeze.
Vast is the world I live in.
Where shells are the households of those within.
Deeper and deeper I go.
Past the squid,past the octopus.
Here is where many are destined to go blind.
The jellyfish stars come out.
Once the sea turns into the night sky.
On the surface down below is where I lie.
Far from where my tail drags behind me.
Everything fades into illumination as my eyes close before me.
My dreams are covered in the brightest dark.
And everything comes to a stop.
SISTERHOOD OF AVON
Oh how I miss the sisterhood
the brrr...ringing of a bell
a catalog and a smile in hand
the scent of sweet cologne
nearly met customers at the door
miraculously in their own flavor
jingle jangle of jewelry
not fine but touchy-feely
and collectibles how i miss them
and the sweep of my youthful skirt
i was God-blessed with territory
— assigned not chosen,
a secondary job
i recollect three households
heaven sent, angelic psalms
as if I had travelled beyond earth’s borders
first woman, straight-laced, strict
believed every lady should wear skirts
a Christian, perhaps too pharisaical
Brr...ring at twilight and a gruff voice
a man barks, “who is it?!”
taken aback, “the Avon lady…”
a lovely woman practically
knocks over her husband, to answer
the door, sporting silver hair
she invites me in and we chat
over a quite different setting
— relaxed
Christian wearing pants,
so cheery and warming
— the bite of her husband mosquito-like
And now I’m not joking —
Christian sisters living next to each other...
do you see the theme of my life?
this dear woman’s married to a dermatologist —
certainly woman do tip their hat of facts
so i go off to water aerobics and notice my skin
has a rash
so i call
and being young and brash
ask
if i can ask her husband’s advice
the next morning i tell my boss — a naval Master Chief
that i needed to see a dermatologist,
and he laughs, “you’ll never get in”
i say, “sir, i already have an appointment”
so i had shingles, just on the cusp,
and was saved from much pain
for God is good all the time
all the time God is good
and when i step over the border into the heavenly realm
i will still sing of his goodness!
Brr...ring i miss the fine company and the singing
of customer’s doorbells
and one day i will hug my fine
sisters
12/21/2018