Best Look After Poems
Angel in the Clouds
Sometimes you look up to the sky
And maybe you can find
In a large bank of clouds
The face and figure of an angel with wings
Who’s looking down on you.
It may be someone
You knew from the past
Who went to Heaven a long time ago.
And maybe that angel appears here now for you
Just to say “Hello”
And to make this moment very special.
You feel an enchantment in your heart
And sense a soft tingling on your cheek . . .
As if a kiss was placed there by this angel
With an encouraging touch on your shoulder
Giving you a wondrously warm feeling inside.
With this magical moment as you’re touched
By this angel . . .
You realize this angel loves you very much
And just came by to look after you
And to send you a joyous blessing
Right from Heaven—personally to you!
Amen.
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
May 17, 2017 (Free Verse)
Our Beloved Teacher
( Sonnetina Rispetto)
Torch of knowledge from you we take
You hold our hands for our dreams sake
Values and love we emulate
Like dad and mom, you truly care
We grow in your nurturing grace
Your guidance gives us strength and faith
Torch of knowledge from you we take
You hold our hands for our dreams sake
You look after us the whole day
As we read, learn, dance, sing and play
Values and love we emulate
You guidance gives us strength and faith
Torch of knowledge from you we take
You hold our hands for our dreams sake
Copyright 2014 Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
October. 28, 2014 4.35pm
Second Place
Contest: Sonnetina Rispetto
Judged: 11/6/2014
Sponsor: Poet Dr. Ram Mehta
Hey mum, could we have roast chicken for dinner?
You know your roast potatoes really are a winner.
Mum, remember you promised to help with my homework later?
I have to hand it in tomorrow, your help would not be greater.
Hi mum, my doctors appointment today is around ten.
Your picking me up, just wanted to know when.
Hello mum, is it ok for you to look after the kids around noon?
I have to get my hair done, will drop them over soon.
Yes mum. I texted you but you didn't reply.
Anyway did you get all those things I asked you to buy?
Well mum, the thing is, we've been really busy this week.
Could you have the kids overnight now? We really need some sleep.
Hi mum, how are you today? My car wont go!
Can you drive me to work? I really need your help you know.
Mum, when you go to the post office can you grab a parcel for me?
I'd go there myself but I don't like to wait in line you see.
Mums are really angels of God, sent from up above.
To look after children and fill there lives with love.
Happy Mothers Day to all the mums out there.
You may sometimes feel unnoticed but dads are well aware.
Dear lord in heaven hear me I pray
Thank you for the blessing of this beautiful day
I know in your heart lord you wish only peace
I pray man will hear you and hatred will cease.
You feel betrayed lord Man did not heed your word
You spoke of love but man never heard
Today we worship riches, Diamonds and gold
For the price of a dollar our souls have been sold.
We make bullets and bombs lord to help us make war
Spread terror and hatred,Refusing to follow your law
For all of our sins lord I pray you will forgive
Help us to stop fighting and dying , Teach us to live.
Teach us compassion , Teach us to care
To look after each other in this world we share
Then as we learn lord please walk by our side
Help us to look after the living things you provide.
Mother nature is awesome full of beauty and grace
Teach us to respect her and put a smile on her face
This is my prayer lord, Thank you for listening to me
Forever in your light I will walk happily.
Amen
Vicious lies you spread around the village about me
I am unable to defend myself
Can you live with what you have done
There are those who will listen to your gossip
I am innocent! I did not steal him away from you
My only crime was he preferred my love to yours
One day you may understand why he left you
Regretting those vile words you said about me
Victim or Victor – it’s not our happiness that matters
I did not mean for this to happen
Can't you understand why he choose me over you?
Those many weeks you were on holiday, you left no one to feed him
One day he crept into my home, sat by the fireside and won't leave
Rest assured I will look after your abandoned pet cat!
Victim or Victor
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
09~20~16
I wanted to...
Vs 1
I saw you the other day...
and you looked so frail
It hit me hard to see you...
so thin and so pale
all my bitterness...just melted away
Bridge 1
All my life you were so strong,
a tough guy in every way,
You tried to look after mom,
making mistakes every day...
You denied you had a son,
you acted like you didn't care,
Wishing I was never born,
while I was still standing there.
Chorus
I wanted to...be loved...by you
but...I could see...you didn't want to
You rejected me...so...I rejected you
Vs 2
You should have been a father...
I could look up to
Instead you loved the bottle...
and all that it could do
Why should I even bother...
to get close to you?
Bridge 2
Now I see, it's been too long,
as, I see you waste away,
Now I see I was so wrong,
as you get weaker every day,
Now, I understand that you...
did everything that you could,
'cause your father rejected you too,
and you felt like you were no good!
Chorus
I wanted to...be loved...by you
but...I could see...you didn't want to
You rejected me...so...I rejected you
Vs 3
I grew up promising myself...
I wouldn't be like him
That, if ever I had a son...
I'd know where to begin!
There's one thing I know for sure,...
he would know I loved him
Bridge 3
Now I see I have one last chance,
to forgive all that he's done
Time's traveling so fast...
and I know that I'm his son
When will we ever learn,
it's no good to live in the past?
Chorus
I wanted to...be loved...by you
but...I could see...you didn't want to
You rejected me...so...I rejected you
John Derek Hamilton
April 11,2018
Santa’s little helper felt poorly sick
Couldn’t deliver presents for Saint Nick
His red nose was gleaming
Blue eyes they were streaming
I hope that Santa will give him some Vick
24th December 2014
He was the child that did not smile, or live
or breath, towards his death he did not look
as though he had the time to duck and dive
he was taught to live or die by the book
Bruised and battered in a dishevelled state
hiding in corners wrapped only in tears
he, deprived of love, a child they did hate
starved of food, under the stairs, hiding fears
Then justice stepped in and took him away
to a home full of love, fun and laughter
in that tormented life he could not stay
as one so young he could not look after
He grew into a man without a care
Adopted a child, saved them from despair.
©1/3/2014
Shackled
Deprived of freedom then held as a slave
mental torture, in every race and creed
trapped in a void, while trying to be brave
inside looking out, a broken heart bleeds
Tormented, abused, while home is their jail
shunned by a partner and tainted with lies
no contact with friends including no mail
then pushed to the brink each day they despise
Whispered sweet nothings, then captured by love
charmed to the alter, their vows they both read
the cracks appear, as does a boxing glove
sentenced to life for an innocent deed
With prayer and patience they will be released
A living hell at the hands of a beast.
We are all gathered on the platform
Jumping up and down with glee
We can see the smoke of the puffing train
Coming nearer to take us to the sea
We are off on a Whitsun treat
Forty children or more
Many adults to look after us
Experience told them what was the score
They heaved on wicker baskets of goodies
And crates of lemonade
We were off to Barry Island for a Picnic
Just a half hours ride away
The seats were rather hard and had
mesh racks above to store luggage for folk
Opened up the windows with a leather strap
Stuck out heads to a face full of smuts and smoke
The choc choo sound was so exhilarating
Excitement grew with every mile
Wanted to be that train driver with his whistle
To pull that chain that made the sound, bringing smiles.
Had a wonderful time on the sands
Paddled our feet in the sea
Gathered around to eat our food
Washed down for the adults with gallons of tea
Forty tired and happy children
Clambered aboad that train for home
The clicketty clack of the wheels
the sway of the carriage, sending them to sleep and dream
We were soon at our home station
So sleepy yet didn't want the day to end
Tired and dirty, had a lovely day in the sun
Starting the day aboard a steam train that puffed around the bend.
Penned January 20 2015
With no toilet seats carelessly left propped up
Oh, now I can be such a comfortable pup
Please take your Playboys straight out that open door
Then shut it quickly; I can take no more!
Be gone with you, take all your shoes
Your hairspray, make-up and your girly blues
Three weeks of the month you loved me fair
For the other week, I lived in fear
MY shoes? Why you foul beast! Your odor eaters
Didn't work! Your smelly boots rest in sewers
Where they belong with that greasy hair goo
That left ugly stains on pink pillows once new
Your pants were too tight, I couldn't get them off
I can now wear my own; no longer you'll scoff
And as for your cooking my health has improved
Your name on the rent book, phew! finally removed
The credit card tab from your pub is gone now, too
That hussy barmaid can deliver it to you
And your shavings that clogged up my bathroom sink
Will be mailed to your mistress fast as you can blink
At least she knew how to look after a man
In bed with you was like a flash in the pan
At least barmaid Betty purred when this Highlander taunted
She was sensuous, delectable and she knew what she wanted
I'll remember you most when viewing pond scum
You sure were a loathsome son of a gun
I'm leaving this pit, too, so what the heck?
I'll send a new address for the alimony check
You'll get your money like you earned it before
Dancing naked on the pole in the floor
I took you in, clothed, cared and fed
But it wasn't me that was in your bed
WHEN I’M AN OLD LADY (many happy returns)
When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my son,
To look after his mum is sure to be fun,
The joy it brings him, will thrill him to find,
He is able to share his home and be kind.
Of course I‘ll expect to live there rent free,
The same as he did when living with me.
I’ll raid the fridge, leave a mess of ice-cream,
Sneaking his chocolate, Cadbury’s white Dream.
I’ll go out with friends and party till morning,
Only come home when a new day is dawning.
After showering, I’ll leave clothes on the floor,
No one will see them, behind the closed door.
If sometimes I’m told to tidy my room,
Pick up my clothes and try using a broom,
I’ll hide everything, way under the bed,
After that effort, play loud music instead.
Whenever my friends come home with me,
I’ll suggest they all stay and have tea;
My son’s wife won’t mind, may give me a look,
I’ll prime them to tell her she’s a great cook.
His car I will use on Saturday and Sunday,
I’m sure he won’t mind, he can use it on Monday.
Not bothering to buy any petrol you see,
I’m always broke he has more money than me.
If I need extra dollars, I’ll borrow from my son,
Knowing he loves helping his kind loving mum.
I’ll forget to return it, may only be about twenty,
I doubt he would miss it, I know he has plenty.
I’ll hog the TV, by hiding the remote,
Then watch all my soapies, and silently gloat.
My son thinks he’s much smarter than me,
But I’ve been around a lot longer than he!
When I feel tired and fall asleep in my chair,
With mouth opened wide, and tussled grey hair,
I’m sure he’ll look at me with eyes almost weeping,
Thinking how peaceful it is when I’m sleeping.
…when I’m an old lady and live with my son.
Copyright © Vivien Wade 1989
By the embers of a log fire
I lose myself in thought
My heart is filled with the desire
To give thanks for the gifts true love brought.
Contentment overwhelms me
A smile crosses my lips
I play a loving melody
As I caress your picture with my fingertips.
I can still hear your laughter
Even though I sit alone
Yes all this long time after
I still hear you on the phone .
The way you used your feminine wiles
To try and tie me down
Sat here wearing a silly smile
As I remember A verb, A phrase , A noun .
Oh how I love these memories
I give thanks to the lord above
Dear lord will you please
Look after my true love .
Reward her for her caring
Her love and humility
and thank her lord for sharing
Her wonderful life with me.
Mummy says its time for me to say my prayers
I know she listens on the landing by the stairs
I kneel down by the side of my cosy bed
Soon it will be time to rest my weary head
Every night I close my eyes and pray
To say thank you God for a lovely day
God bless mummy; I say that every night
God bless daddy; now a star that shines so bright
Please God can you stop mummy from crying
She’s so so sad with my daddy dying
Look after grandma Bo and grandpa Boo
Daddy was their son he loved them too
God please can you tell mummy I don’t like cheese
It tickles my throat and then makes me wheeze
Can you help me with the answers to my maths test
I will practice my times tables, I will try and do my best
Mummy says I can have a little kitten for being so good
But I’d swap the kitten to have daddy back if I could
PLEASE God can you stop mummy from crying
She’s so so sad with my daddy dying
AMEN
05~17~15
Contest:- Prayertime Memories – Isaiah Zerbst
~awarded 1st place~
LIFE PRECEPTS AND GOD
I want to mold no one, for what I believe is suitable for me alone;
Each must find a belief-path which suits perfectly, but suits no one apart.
Let me offer my beliefs only to show how a path may be found -
And advise you to believe nothing unless it is deep in your heart.
If my job as father was correctly done, on their path through life
My children will treat others as they themselves wish to be,
And will look upon each person as a potential brother in need of help,
And seeing another’s misfortune, they will say - it could easily be me.
They will look after each other and others who may be in need,
And seek no thanks or praise, but do the job secretly with no bother.
Love is shown only by actions, and in the doing is the praying.
Their actions will be motivated by what is necessary for these others.
This is a difficult path to take and it is the right path:
But path or no path, I love my children - they are mine. And I believe this:
If I love my children as dearly as a father can, then
How much more does God our father love us. We are his.
Meandering rivers, streams and burns
Zig zagging, flowing in contour turns
Sparkling waters as pure as can be
Flow through the glens and down to the seas
Much life is found in these translucent waters
Species of fish, and delightful otters
Along these rivers, streams and burns
Grow many grasses, trees and ferns
Varieties of greens in wonderment bloom
A most beautiful sight is natures front room
Her seasons dictate, the rise and the fall
The pictures she paints, delightfully enthrals
These graceful rivers, streams and burns
Lured us to settle, for beside the seas we yearned
Villages turned into towns, and towns into cities
For the lure of these waters, some murky some pretty
For all around the world, the patterns the same
These are just a few, the Thames, Ness and the Seine
Look after all waters as they are all our concern
Our meandering rivers, streams and burns
" My entry into Brian's contest Flow, River, Flow "
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