Best Little Finger Poems


Premium Member Yeuk Updated - Collaboration With Rob Bettridge

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

The Balloonwalla

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.)
© Afroze Ali  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member She Nose How To Pick Em - Warning

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


Premium Member Wildflower

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.

We Made Ice Cream

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?

A Letter To My Granddaughter

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


Premium Member Yeuk - You Have Been Warned

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

P D How Foxxy Is She

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

My Man

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
© Ra Shagun  Create an image from this poem.

A Side Walk

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!!

'yeuk' Updated - Updated Collaboration With Jan Allison

(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

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.

I Need You Every Fraction of Second

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..

If You Were Rich, Where Would You Live and Why

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
© Rahy Hy  Create an image from this poem.

Mr. Dead Inside

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

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