Best Ither Poems
Thistle's when i'm prickly down
Upon your silky pappus.
Ither on over
Your showy
Purple flower head.
Onorpordum Acanthium
Is where i quencheth
On the pointed end
Of a prickspur
Not knowing the time.
Either like, delicate and light,
Tenuous as a starry night.
Heightened particles trick the eye,
Etching colored waves in the sky.
Ribbons of lights dance in the air,
Ethereal, beyond compare.
Aurora Borealis, a
Laudable spectacle per say.
R-emember the memory,
O-ctober twentieth day;
B-ad events of the past
E-ven have roles to play.
L-et every memory make
Y-our mind learn the lesson;
N-either eye will turn blind to wrong done in the horizon.
D-o remember the memory, bringing it not to oblivion;
E-ither ear won't turn deaf to the message of salvation.
G-od's words are timeless,
U-se them to ponder the past;
Z-ealously review the truth,
M-aking the memory last.
A-llow your heart to feel the old moment in ecstasy;
N-ever forget yesteryears, just remember the memory.
M-aximum self-discipline
A-ims to place under control
Y-our heart and mind,
L-ife, spirit, and soul.
E-arly fourteenth of July,
N-ever bow to temptation;
E-ither wrong or error won't win over your conviction.
L-et your true faith work,
U-sing your determination;
N-ever succumb to sin,
G-ive in not to bad situation.
A-llow your love to win and keep your living clean;
Y-ielding not to iniquity, maintain maximum self-discipline.
My Mother
Mary Ann Dow Gardiner
Mary Ann Dow Stuart wis her maiden name,
Noo, she wisnae a Scoatish Lass o' fame.
Born in nineteen hunner an' five on the fifth o' May.
gorgeous she wis' at oany time o' the day.
Like aw Mums, she wis a'ways there,
nae ither Mum a ken kin 'onestly compare.
Noo am no telling yea ivery instance o' her life,
An' let's say, tae ma faither Jack she wis the perfict wife.
Wan instance in time with you I wid like tae share,
aye durin' WWII ma an' me hid quite a scare.
It wis a chapter in ma life as a wee wee boy,
stull in ma nappies an' playin' wae toys.
We lived in a twa roomed tenement flat,
six folks an' Bonny wee Tibby the cat.
Noo the oanly way tae hiv a bath,
wis in a tin wan ,which wis three foot wan inch, an' a half.
Noo this bath wis oanly fur this wee lad yea see,
an' it wis dragged oot in front o' the windae jist afore tea.
Noo tea in oor hoose wis aboot six o'clock at night,
an' a luved ma bath an' niver pit up a fight.
It wis oan a very dark an' a very quiet winter's night,
aye the night Ma an' me hid a terrible blidy fright.
Suddenly we were in the middle o' a German air-raid,
the smile oan ma ma's face quickly began tae fade.
She climbed up oan the bunkers sink tae hiv a look,
twa seconds she's up there that's aw it took.
Pulled back the blackoot tae see the night sky,
oh my god ma ma let oot this fearsum' cry.
She heard the whistle o' a German Bomb startin' tae fall,
an' she thocht it might jist pay us twa a call.
The whistle o' that fearsum bomb got louder then stopped,
ma mum fell backwards an' oan tap o' this wee boy did flop.
Aye, right oan tap o' this wee naked Body in the said tin bath,
wan minit her scream an' that enormous crash.
That's why noo I hiv a flat head an' am eternally daft,
naw folks a dinny blame yea fur hivin' a laff.
It's funny noo but no fur mum at that time,
jings droapin' bombs oan wummin an' wee bairns is surely a terrible crime,
As fur that Gerry bomb it did land wae a lot of malice,
jist up the road in Edinburgh's Holyrood palace.
The Auld Yin.
Hello yea bonny wee pawky thing,
sittin' there tuggin' at ma hert strings.
Aye yer wee ,an' oan yer oan yer hard tae see,
niver mind wee thing jist let it be.
Withoot you, we wid hae a scunnered land,
aye wee thing yea think yer oanly a wan man band,
Help tho' is niver sae far away,
life's dramas are nae a'ways dark an' grey.
Yer mair important than yea think,
mair important than oanything that's gone extinct.
Withoot you an' aw yer like kind.
this wurld wid be in a massive bind.
So wee thing get rid o' that pawky look,
yer really a giant in oany history book.
Since the beginning, you have been there to provide,
so yer wee sel,' behind a bushel please dinny hide.
Yer no' stonnin' there oan yer oan yea ken,
yea hiv hunners an' hunners o' ither frien's.
Oan iv'ry country an' continent yea hav' many kin.
fur eons an eons that's a'ways bin.
Dayin' yer very very important job,
so ma wee courin' thing dinny sob.
Be a happy pert o' this wurld sae great,
yer up there in lights, aye wee thing, that's yer fate.
Yer fate tae provide fur aw this world's life,
withoot yer life givin' skills, we wid be in strife.
Naw !!no' in strife, cos wee widnae be here,
so ma bonny wee pawky thing, ston' up an' cheer.
Ston' up ston' up, fur heaven's sake,
Ston' up ston' up, a great bow, please take.
Nae langer be a wee quiet gentle pawky thing,
cos great nourishing life you duly bring.
Oh ah ken it's no oan yer oan yea achieve sae much,
miracles oan yer oan there is really nonesuch.
But wae aw yer mullins an' mullians oh kin yea have,
yea kin feed them aw, like the proverbial fatted calf.
Yea see noo, yer nae langer a wee pawky thing,
wae aw yer greenie pals tae the world , greatness yea bring.
Taegither yea will clan, an' nae langer be a wan man band,
wae aw yer kin an' their amazin' skills at hand.
Aw yea amazin' wee verdant clever thing,
yea ken noo join wae yer pals tae bring.
Feed the masses aw aroon the world,
let yer flag of knowledge be unfurled.
Yea thocht yea wir jist a wee singular thing,
but now yea ken yer pals arrr 'around, tae bring.
Aye, aw yer pals, arr' a touch o' class,
nae langer ma wee thing are yea jist wan wee blade o' grass.
The Auld Yin.
A luv ma life sae full o' joy,
I keep ma interests at full employ.
Each day fur me is sic' delight,
every day, aw' day an' ivery night.
I go tae bed an' lay doon ma heid,
aye richt efter ma supper feed.
Ma thochts are o' beautiful things,
an' tae ma wee brain sic' pleasure brings.
Ah even dream afore ah sleep,
aye, ah do, afore a count those sheep.
Aw' the happy things that has been ma day,
ma wife,ma daughter, sons an' all things ofay.
I'm lucky growing plants is my joy,
auld as I am noo, an' since a boy.
Saft , verdant, vibrant, aw' kinds o' colour,
that grow in winter, spring, autumn an' summer.
I luv sculpture as weel as ma bonny plants,
an' aboot them ah very oaften rant.
An' a luv ma Gairden that's foo o' life,
sno' though, as luvly as ma Bonny wife.
An' ma bairns gei me luvly dreams,
aw life's great, thats what is deemed.
So when ma heid has passed tae sleep,
aw thay luvly thoughts ma soul dis keep.
When I awake frae ma gentle dreams,
wae that first gentle saft sunbeam.
Am oot o' bed like lightnin' jack,
an' oaf tae work wae ma luncheon pack.
Workin' among aw ma bonny fluers,
ah tend no' tae notice ma wurkin 'oors.
Of back noo ,tae ma ain luvly hame,
luvly , 'cos nae ither hoose wid feel the same.
Ma ither joy is cookin' fur aw ma folks,
an' I'll no' mention ma luv fur jokes.
Then there is ma luv in writin' poems each day,
am sure oan FanStory yea arrr' aw' ofay.
A guid night wae aw' ma kin beside,
ma happy face yea canny hide.
Hae ma supper then tae bed I go,
thinking beautiful things, Aye, that is so.
The Auld Yin.
T hey’d aughta not called nookie
H eaven’s blessed cookie...
E ither burd or bee, cause neither's a lookie!
B urds well der feathered, not like me?
I n da interest of clarity, I’m certainly NO bee?
R obins do have red breasts and I have two, see?
D ern, maybe dat's why dey calls dem da burds and da bees?
S o, if da ladies da burd, da guy must be da bee?
A nyway, why didn’t dey call IT da cows and da doves?
N ow, cows at least got legs and doves are for luv!
D rat, I still don’t get da bee stingy thingie, "Gov?"
T he bees has a sting YIKE and bees sure love honey.
H ell, maybe they thought a man'd sting ya for money?
E ither dat or “Hmmm,” some ladies are real punny?
B et we women smell real sweet, I guess, and da bees fly to honey?
E eeeeeekkk, I so confuddled, I feel like Mikey Rooney?
E ach dern metaphors is making me more looney tooney!
S imply forget da dern foolishness and give me a groomie!
Mixture between opposite groups
Interests and goals realized and shared
New acquaintances gained and enjoyed
Groups and organizations, males and females
Loose minds emerge, ready to interact, to
Either establish business networking or close relationships
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SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written May 19, 2022
For “Abcdarian” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
D-ip your toe in the water,
I-n a venture into the unknown;
A-im to do your best,
N-ever fear when you're alone.
N-ow dip your toe in the water of living in the world of trouble;
E-xert all your efforts in order to be successful.
C-ome dip your toe in the water,
L-ife's uncertain neath the sky;
E-ndure either fret or woe,
O-n the twenty-seventh of July.
F-ill your heart with hope, in the middle of bleak weather,
E-ither rain or beacon, dip your toe in the water.
W here did they come from?
R ight here on my face
I just don’t like them
N ow they’re everyplace
K nown to come with age
L oose skin that’s stiff
E ither Accept or
S chedule a face lift
I-srael in the Far East
S-ignifies the isles of the sea;
R-eferring to the Philippines
A-s the nation of the Almighty.
E-ither Jew or Greek race is called to be God's people;
L-ast messenger was a Filipino who toiled and became fruitful.
F-rom the humble beginnings,
L-ittle flock turns to a global one;
O-riginated from Jerusalem,
R-eemerged in the small island.
E-arly twenty-fifth September, the field's harvest has increased;
S-outh and North have yielded to Israel in the Far East.
J-ust let the rain pass by,
O-ne cold chill is over;
A-nother dawn has broken,
N-ew day is here to remember.
N-either haze nor mist can shroud the beautiful view;
E-ither light or shine shall bring gladness to the blue.
M-arch first in the morning,
A-s the shadows disappear;
E-vening dusk has vanished into the twilight of fear.
D-eal with the biggest block,
A-im for the highest prize;
L-earn to conquer your doubt,
U-ntil the dream is realized.
S-weet success doesn't come
O-vernight one ought to know;
N-ot for a moment must you ignore
G-iving time to grow and glow.
A-fter a storm comes a calm,
I-t's a natural phenomenon;
L-et not your mind worry
E-ven about hostile horizon.
N-ot all days are stormy, tomorow shall be sunny;
E-ither eye doesn't cry, both instead feel the glee.
T-ry to silently think
O-f the fresh morning light;
L-et your sleep be sound,
E-merging after the night.
D-ay twenty-fourth October, gladly sing hymn and psalm;
O-pen your heart to the Lord, after a storm comes a calm.