Best Little Finger Poems
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a whirl
Grounded Susie for a Week
Resenting her fate, in bed
Rebellion sparked inside her head
When all were asleep
She'd dress and creep
Though the window and escape instead
A branch near her window hung
Which to its foliage she clung
The branch was weak
And with a shriek
She fell into a pile of Dung
The house woke up only to find
Poor Susie in a dreadful Bind
She looked quite a mess
In her state of distress
That our Mother went out of her mind
"A School for young Ladies, I'll choose"
One, her wildness, I hope will defuse
And instil, at a pace,
Deportment and Grace
To refine the coarse ways of our Suz'
Packed off to be 'Finished' she went
Determined to never repent
Despite all opinions
It's just like 'St Trinians'
And for Susie, was quite an event
Susie boarded at ‘Saint Eloise’
It was there she got covered in fleas
Once she dived in a ditch
To be rid of that itch
Oh, you should see the state of her knees!
When in the first deportment class
Poor Susie fell straight on her ‘ass’
When she exposed her behind
The other girls were unkind
So Susie began passing gas
They had to open the windows and doors
Crawl about and move on all fours
To get rid of the smell
That came straight from hell
Staff told ‘Susie’ no more encores!
Her Classmates all thought it a Hoot
When she lit the gas that she'd shoot
She then vented a Storm
That Blew up her Dorm
Which got our poor Susie the Boot
She believed she should never have gone
From the ones she depended upon
With her Mission, complete
(And a Cork placed, discreet)
Susie's Home where she'll always belong.
20th January 2016
Collaboration J Allison and R Bettridge
On an old bicycle, he pedals the streets
finding a steady supply of following feet
"Here comes the balloonwalla", in unison they scream
clamoring for the balloon of their dreams
Each one gets one at rupees five a piece
leaving a tiny little pair of hands empty
Just when tears well up disappointment droops
the balloonman with a flourish, downward stoops
Pulls out a little piece of blue with a twinkle in his eye
happiness smiles end to end as the balloon grows as big as the sky
Tiny hands cannot grab the big blue thing
so he ties it to the little finger with a string.
Afroze Ali
date: July 19th 2011
For Francine's contest 'Happiness is a balloon'
(the Balloonwalla is a man who sells balloons, on his bicycle is attached a pump to blow the balloons.)
Sue found an impossible task,
To ‘excavate’ wearing her mask,
Now Sue cannot linger,
With her little finger,
To abstain has been a big ask
Since childhood Sue’s ‘explored ‘her nose,
Her secret’s one nobody knows,
Sue’s now stopped the picking,
The licking and flicking,
It’s down to covid I suppose.
10/31/21
Quite by chance
I saw a single, small, white wildflower
amid a crush of grass and weeds
along the roadside, its presence crowded out
by seed heads and space hungry leaves
of species honed for survival.
This wildflower occupied an area
no larger than my little finger
and even then was bumped and bullied
by weedy neighbors. It fed
on the leftover light filtered down
through the tall grass.
I would like to think that in this sometimes
bleak universe there is a caring
and benevolent force that tries to preserve
such fragile beauty from the rampant
excesses of survival and greed, nudges
the odds to favor such a humble flower,
nurtures its seed.
I remember!
Cranking that old wore-out handle on that ice cream maker, until I thought my
arms were going to fall off. Having a big smile on my face, as I turned and
turned, pushed and pulled on that old crank begging my big brother, the whole
time to “Spell me!” so I could set on an old rag on top of the ice, using my weight
(as it was) to hold that ice cream maker in place.
I remember my grandfather coming out of the house, out on the back porch. To
make sure my big brother and I was “Doing it right.” as if, there was a wrong way!
He made sure that we
had plenty of ice, plenty of rock salt. I can still see him sticking his little finger in
the weep-hole to make sure it didn’t get stopped-up. That was most important to
him, as he
always got the first bowl. I don’t know why? He clamed, he would get the first
bowl, to make sure that salt didn’t get into the mix. Funny to me, he never made a
salty face as he was eating that first bowl.
I remember, watching my grandmother making that “mix” she picked the
freshest eggs, measured just the right amount of vanillin extract, I loved the way
her kitchen smelled. I watched her chop the bananas peal the peanuts, stir it up
with the cream and sugar. She hummed “Old Rugged Cross” as she made that
sweet ice cream mix, it was as if she was having fun; like the turning of the crank
for us boys, work for sure but still fun!
I would eat light, as that banana-peanut ice cream cured while we had supper,
waiting for grandfather to finish his third helping, we had to wait, he always got
the first bowl, I don’t know why?
When daddy brought you home all eyes were on you
As I held you tight to my heart as you rap your
Little finger around mine and smile was all I can do
As the years go bye every night I drop to my knees
And pray to the lord to keep you safe
Not a day goes bye that I don’t miss my angle face
Sweet voice calling out the name you choice for me
How you would always say your so silly
How you eat and run not gain a pound
The bed time story
The wake me up to make you break feast
Each morning and ask to help cook
Bye my side
Our when you hide one of your toys
That I come across when you go back home
The way you wrinkle your nose when asked
A question you don’t know
How you pose for each picture with your hands
At your sides and a smile
How we point at our eyes to say I
Tap our hearts as to say love
Point to you and I as to say you
I love you
The birthdays come and go so fast
The hugs come and go
But in my heart I keep each visit
And the kisses until I open the door
To see you run into me with loving arms around me
I miss you too
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
14TH January 2016
There is a poet so foxy and sly
She needs no introduction and that’s why
Her pen is very quick
Almost as fast as her click
See her creativity and words fly
Watch out for the beauty in auburn hair
Things in her path she hasn’t a care
Stay out of her way
On any given day
Or you’ll be the next one caught in her snare
Hurt you she won’t for she wants you alive
Into your mind she’ll sneak and connive
She will drive you mad
Which will make her glad
Getting under your skin where she’ll thrive
This foxy lady is swift and shrewd
Always on the prowl and never subdued
She’ll catch you unawares
Without putting on airs
Your fate determined one might conclude
Wrapped around her little finger you’ll be
No other woman your eyes shall see
Artful and wily
She caught you so slyly
An unbroken heart there’s no guarantee
Let her think since she’s caught you by surprise
That she’s the only one who got the prize
Yet she did you the favor
You’ll be the one to save her
Since you are the real fox in disguise
For the Contest: P.D.'s Inner Animal
You..,
I really do not get.,where are you My Man ,
Whom do you belong to, and where you count in the this huge span.,
But it comes directly from my breath, that you would not be a common.,
Eyes would be Atlantic, shoulders as Everest, and heart will be an Amazon...,
Rose lips for me to care..,
And hammer hands for those who stare...
Strong will you come soft you will go.,
Hold me in each pitch matter not high or low.,
Everything between us can differ.,
But there is only one choice I always prefer,
Your range should lie on my domain.,
Whenever I express something silly you need to get on claim..,
Silly..,yea.,they are..,
Silly like..,
I can ask you for my favorite Clan Chowder on two AM at night..,
While driving me I can ask you to close your sight..,
When you are in soap, I can run all water go.,
I can ask you to wear my skirt or stand for long in one inch snow.,
This is not all dear.,
But my love way also differ.,
I will take you to Antarctica for our first nighting.,
I can challenge you to swim with me as I don't no swimming.,
I will let you soak in cream and honey..,
Or will bite your little finger suddenly.,
Baby, that is not all enough in my mind.,
But no worry lovely I know you are also one of A Kind.
Dated: 21/09/17
Opening my eyes for the very first time,
I saw a glorious face
who looked just like me.
Admiring and giving me warmth,
holding my tiny little finger,
promising to never let me go.
We grew up together,
seeing each other's ugly faces,
playing with dolls ,
fighting over clothes and chocolates,
pulling each other's hair.
That was our meaning of love
which our mom failed to understand.
Fortifying each other from every harm,
sharing laughter, wiping tears,
sharing secrets, clicking pictures
and playing until we were exhausted.
Those were best times we will always cherish
Just like pizza and cheese
Until we realised we were old enough,
she disappered, far away,
to start a new life.
Leaving me behind,
leaving those toys and clothes
and the never ending hugs.
Every single second I felt broken
with no one to fight or laugh with.
She broke her promise to never leave me.
But neither did she have a choice.
Yet, in our hearts,
we make a pact.
Never expressing how much
we miss the other
as we yearn for the endless love.
We seek those magical moments
over the video calls, but in vain.
As I am waiting for our next hug,
I realise how lucky I am
to be blessed with a 24*7 Best Friend
who made my bad times good
and the good times unforgettable!!
(What Susie Did)
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a whirl
Grounded Susie for a Week
Resenting her fate, in bed
Rebellion sparked inside her head
When all were asleep
She'd dress and creep
Though the window and escape instead
A branch near her window hung
Which to its foliage she clung
The branch was weak
And with a shriek
She fell into a pile of Dung
The house woke up only to find
Poor Susie in a dreadful Bind
She looked quite a mess
In her state of distress
That our Mother went out of her mind
"A School for young Ladies, I'll choose"
One, her wildness, I hope will defuse
And instil, at a pace,
Deportment and Grace
To refine the coarse ways of our Suz'
Packed off to be 'Finished' she went
Determined to never repent
Despite all opinions
It's just like 'St Trinians'
And for Susie, was quite an event
Susie boarded at ‘Saint Eloise’
It was there she got covered in fleas
Once she dived in a ditch
To be rid of that itch
Oh, you should see the state of her knees!
When in the first deportment class
Poor Susie fell straight on her ‘ass’
When she exposed her behind
The other girls were unkind
So Susie began passing gas
They had to open the windows and doors
Crawl about and move on all fours
To get rid of the smell
That came straight from hell
Staff told ‘Susie’ no more encores!
Her Classmates all thought it a Hoot
When she lit the gas that she'd shoot
She then vented a Storm
That Blew up her Dorm
Which got our poor Susie the Boot
She believed she should never have gone
From the ones she depended upon
With her Mission, complete
(And a Cork placed, discreet)
Susie's Home where she'll always belong.
(Collaboration with Jan Allison)
Abuelita's shooting cactus desert beauty, beautiful array of amarillo flowers budding.
Daring to touch one of it's prickly thorns. Abulelita's old school charm shakes her bony
little finger and warns us to leave the cactus alone. Mesmerized by its beauty only to
pick just one flower.Abuelita runs to the screen door wiping her hands on her apron
"Dejar el los plantas" leave the cactus alone it will shoot you like a cowboy. It is
the fastest gunslinger in the west it's needles are more deadly than bullets, your blood
will water the shooting cactus. Standing there admiring Abuelita's shooting cactus
admiring it's beauty, reaching for the flower suddenly twenty needles shot through
my right knee cap swift and precise the shooting cactus left no smoke, but a trail
of my blood on Abuelita's front porch steps.Staggering to the screen door, I yelled
Abuelita I've been shot!the gunslinger did me in. Abuelita grabbed her carpenters
tapestry sewing bag.Cradled in her apron bandages she brings out this old silver bowl,
boils hot water as she pulled the needles out she told me not to go after the gunslinger
of the old west.
Just exactly what I had reckoned,
I simply, need you every fraction of second..
During the day, I need you to make this world witness a romantic pair,
During the night, I crave to get lost in the scent of your long hair..
When I walk, I love to feel the warmth of your little finger,
When I talk, I need your head to rest on my shoulder..
When I feel romantic, I want to hug you from the back,
When I feel down, I need your kiss to get back on track..
In summer, my lips get thirsty for the wetness of your lip,
In winter, I love cuddling with you, I'll not skip..
Till I live, I need our four eyes to convey stories,
When I die, I wish to sleep on your lap, I will have no worries..
Just exactly what I had reckoned,
I simply, need you every fraction of second..
November 10, 2015
If I were rich what would I have done?
I am thinking of places near and far
Perhaps a lavish mansion
Hidden in the heart of a mysterious land
Its walls build of Far East marbles, embroidered with shiny brass
Glass floors curved with diamonds, crystal Chandeliers hanging from every slant
I would bath every morning in the camel milk
And would put on the finest silk
I would demand kings and queens official visit
To brag about my newest shoe suite!
If I were rich, I could have even lived on the moon
In a spaceship in the shape of a cocoon
I would float instead of walk and do all sort of summersault
And sing Na Na Na Na while watching you catch a bus to work
Or I could take a knapsack and travel the world
Live in every five star hotels
Exclusive room service and personal hosts
I would lift my little finger
When sipping on the most exclusive Champaign
Flirting with fine young gents
And rolling my eyes at beautiful girls
You want me to tell you the truth?
I don’t really want to be rich
I am happy with what God has blessed me with
My family is my greatest treasure
My friends are my assets, my God my golden armor
Why should my heart yearn for any other?
When I am already rich!
Written for "IF YOU WERE RICH, WHERE WOULD YOU LIVE AND WHY?" contest
Mr. Dead Inside
YOU
who wouldv'e known?
it would be you
that makes me feel this way
I can't believe I've gotton this far
Without knowing where I stand.
YOU
have no idea
what goes through my mind
what pumps through these veins
what beats through my heart
on nights like these
YOU
think you've won
think you've got me wrapped around your pretty little finger
but I suppose i should let you in on a little secret of mine...
I
can break you in a heartbeat
leave you beaten and bruised
but begging for more
YOU
think you're bad
Mr. High and mighty
Mr. Kill you with one glance
but i see through you
YOU
HURT LIKE I HURT
YOU FEEL LIKE I FEEL
YOU
HATE LIKE I HATE
YOU
CRY LIKE I CRY
but i'm not the one who hurt you
I
shouldn't have to pay for her mistakes
I
am not her, nor will i ever be
ONE DAY
you will realize what you have with me
and on that day
MR. DEAD INSIDE
you'll appreciate me..
By: Kym Turner