Best Kodak Poems
I hold in my hand Mama's old fold-up Kodak
In its steel-blue case shut with a tiny curved silver latch.
I carefully unlatch it, watch the worn-out flaky bellows
Extend like an unwelcome, nonfunctional ********,
Emitting a strange smell I remember from my childhood
Seventy years ago, when Mama sternly warned,
"Don't let me catch you playing with my camera! "
But I did, every chance I got; it beckoned to me
Like the epitome of enticement, the soft furry succulent
Cactus she warned us kids never to touch.
But I did, once … once, believe me, and never after!
And I said her camera was the only thing I wanted
That belonged to her when she was gone.
The cactus wrinkled and died years ago from lack of care.
"A Kodak Moment"
yummy pumpkin pie baking in pie crust pan
hubby playing Chef, he's my kinda man
but with five ornery pets
while their appetite gets
shake, rattle and roll chimed from tin can.
the oven whistled steamy and hot
soon the Chef lost his temper, threw a pot
puppies scattered for cover
as two kitties did hover
kitchen looked like the land time forgot,
laughter is the best medicine to cure
any nasty situation one might endure
a kodak moment to smile
lasts longer than a little while
pumpkin pie still holds magical allure.
*For Vienna's Smile Your on Candid Camera.
Simple melodies fill the air,
a tender hand threads though his hair.
Rocking motion, sleepy eyes,
restless spirit, little cries.
Fighting sleep afraid to miss,
one second of life and it’s bliss.
Calming peace begins to fall,
as the crying begins to stall.
Mother now extremely tired,
from a son that has been wired.
Sleep now consuming her,
afraid to move or even stir.
Mother and child fast asleep,
a kodak moment to keep.
Accomplishing something plenty you got
Captured as a whole in your life snapshot
Takes after a Kodak moment caught
On the screen, pictures flicker a·do
Everyone smiling, life happenings in view
Great im·ag·ings, moments in time, toodle-oo
Are creations from the moment shows
If tis' not develop 'n compose
Give it again, one's best shot dose
At last the house is silent, they are tucked away and sleeping
Tomorrow down the winding stairs we'll see them all come leaping!
Their faces bright and shining, the wrappings will be torn
Upon the face each child has worn, a Kodak moment will be born
On early Christmas morn!
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a snap of a twig
made by my careless footstep
white tailed doe takes flight
For Rick's "Haiku You" contest
I had dinner with a king
as we spent all night drinking
in each other's weakness
along with his conscious and my deepness
existing in a balance so keen.
We've conceived in the evening
a mindset so eloquent
understanding that we are the
equivalent to each other's thing.
The cleansing retreat of this
piece of my peace is a clear ecstasy
clinging freely on our wings.
And even this hook
doesn't feel like enough
while overdosing with slightest crush
blushing at the tightest hugs.
Feel like it can't be too much
and yes, I might be a bit caught up
into what we have going
even if it's only for a kodak moment.
I was content with the time spent
as we ascend past bottomless ends.
Mutually glowing while
complimenting each other's flowing
going in deep and showing
the ugly truth, the scars, the rough stuff,
the tears, the pain, the lost loves.
Your presence protecting my energy
as you feed the queen in me.
Blessing me ever so sweetly
with words beyond powerful
so enchanting, so healing
nothing short of magical.
But please then, with no warning
don't leave me in the deep in
to drown in our mutual attraction
that just so happened to happen
that one wonderful evening.