Best Milliner Poems
Where Do Poets Go
A tribute to All Poetry Soup Poets of the Past
Where do Poets go, when it’s time to create?
Imagery through thoughts, so that others can relate,
What place can they find, that can offer immense solitude,
When creative juices are flowing, at random magnitudes?
How do they find time, through the hurries of day?
To put things in perspective in a most unusual way.
Why put so much passion, on the pages of each write?
Words of joy and laughter joining those of grim and strife.
These questions may seem trivial, to one without a clue,
So I’ll try my best to answers, from a layman’s point of view.
We Poets, all go to the same place, into the channels of our mind,
To create beauty through written words, for pleasures yours and mine.
Poets are no different, than an artist working on a set,
Perfected lines of color, mirrored image, words of text!
Creativity and imagination, is what it take to find,
The place where Poet’s go, on their quest to design!
Written By: Sarita Milliner © 2/12/16
Submitted for: Your Personal Best of 2016– Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Frank Herrera
Memorial Day Tribute
Memories of the Men and Women, who served,
Emotional tributes so well deserved.
Moments of solitude with thoughts preserved,
Outpours of love so vividly observed.
Revolutions of dangers you so bravely swerved,
Inhibitions and fears suppressed and reserved.
Always ready to protect, even the undeserved,
Loyal to a fault, with energy conserved.
Dedication and valor are the pins you ware,
Attributes of service, loyalty beyond compare.
Your selfless acts of duty, always remembered through prayer!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 5/30/16
Barn Yard Dog
I am a Border Collie, recognized for my agility and speed,
I’m also a hard worker, one of the most intelligent breeds,
I’ve worked hard all my life, with eyes fixed on the group,
Not only at round up time, but while resting on the stoop.
My job “back in the barnyard” is to keep things under control,
As the farmers move their herds, to the market to be sold.
I was hired as a “working dog” food and shelter is my pay,
The benefits are a family, with who at days end I play.
I wouldn’t trade this lifestyle for anything in the world,
But I do wish I had a companion, preferably a girl!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 3/10/16
Submitted for: Back To The Barnyard Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
The Family Tree
The Family Tree has arm, that stretch out far and wide,
From each arm stems a legacy, which can never be denied,
Also affixed, are veined leaves, with DNA inside!
Tab labels index the status, of ones’ lineage,
Relationships, births and deaths, all captured in the images,
With heredity from Mom and Dad, adding to the percentages!
The trunk supports the body, of the Family Tree,
Its’ strong base houses layers, each one with its own beauty,
A pillar of strength on display, a sight for all to see!
There’s knowledge, skills and wisdom, deep inside its roots,
Nourished by culture and history, of it ancestral fruits,
And at the top of the Family Tree, sits the Patriarch all astute!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/12/15
My Uncle - My Best Friend
Memories of a Man to whom I could confide,
You were always there to listen, never pushing me aside,
Understanding and kind, always a smile on your face,
Never a cross word, just a saving grace,
Cool, calm, and collected,
Looking dapper as can be, the
Epitome of a Man, I hoped God would send to Me.
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner
© August 21, 2017
Silly Self-Talk
I had a conversation with myself, as many of us often do,
I asked myself a question, and expected an answer too.
Did you ever take time out, to let your imagination run wild?
As you walked in the sand, bucket in hand like an innocent young child.
Did you ever stop to wonder, what you would do?
If you looked outside, the sky was green and all the grass was blue.
Did you ever say to yourself, if not now, then when?
As you stood pool side and pondered, jumping into the deep end.
No, I never stopped to think what, when, where, why or how!
I just ran around in circles, trying to lasso a spotted cow.
Written By: Sarita A Milliner © 2/12/15
An Excuse Never Walks Alone
An excuse never walks alone,
Always’ followed by a reason.
An attempt to defend or justify,
Matters not, the time or season!
An excuse never walks alone,
A pregnant pause dwells near.
A quick release of energy,
Fear ringing still in the ears!
An excuse never walks alone,
Aided by a subordinate clause!
After brief thought we realize,
The excuse was a lost cause!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 11/17/15
Morning At Work
Impaired by his tremors
And a troublesome cough,
He turned fur into felt
Before cooling things off.
He drooled once or twice
And grew cold in his bones,
But he shaped all the felt
Into all of the cones.
Noon
His 'venomous vipers'
Grew restless again
And woke as the toxins
Played games with his brain.
He began to see strange things
And quickly grew scared
When the writing desk swooped
Like a ravenous bird.
Aware that his dark mind
Was now playing tricks,
He quit work forever
At ten shillings past six.
Night
He sat in The Tabard
Where he found time to think.
His skin had turned orange
As he drowned in his drink.
He recalled the sad day
His wife took off her ring
And with her cards on the table
Left to marry a king.
He pined for his daughter
And the party he'd planned
But she followed her mother
To that far-away land.
Later That Night
While carrying a tea tray
Upstairs to his bed
He tripped over his hat
He'd shook off with his head.
He finally came to
Around six the next night
But from that moment on
All his world was not right.
To My Mother in Heaven
They say that “love is patient,”
And a mother’s “love is kind,”
I learned through your actions,
That love, is always right on time!
You taught me to never “envy”,
Never to brag or to “boast”,
You’d be proud to know the lessons learned,
Helped me throughout my growth!
There are things I’ll always remember,
And some things I might forget,
But rest a sure, my Mother my Friend,
I’m so thankful for the time we spent!!!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 4/30/16
Easter Sunday
Early to church, for the AM service flow,
Songs of affirmation, as the Pastor welcomes the foal.
Excitement is in the air, signs of love and sacrifice,
On this resurrection Sunday, symbols’ of restored life.
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 3/27/16
November Moon
Also known as: Super Moon or Beaver Moon
With full face, you light up the sky,
Appearing so close, but yet so far!
Soft shadowed halo, brush your cheeks,
Creating a smile beyond belief!
Your visit, albeit short, an overnight view,
An amazing phenomenon, witness by just a few!
Written By: Sarita Milliner © 11/14/16
If The Shoe Fits!!
I’m disillusioned and perplexed,
My mind blown by the disrespect,
Shown to others for their creative works,
Anonymous vibes, by novice jerks!
Who are you to judge and critique,
Another’s works or their technique!
Are you jealous and insecure?
Or just mean spirited and immature?
This world is big enough for two,
And doesn’t revolve around just you!
Opportunity is afforded to everyone,
Chances go round, your turn will come!
Today is about acceptance and variety,
Open your eyes and your mind, it’s a new society!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 4/13/16
Ode to the President
As Commander and Chief you took an oath,
To lead the us on a path, of economic growth,
Opposition at your feet, never conceding defeat,
A battle well fought, are words bearing repeat!
As an advocate for clean energy, both here and abroad,
Your agenda on climate change; put us all on one accord.
Mended relations with Cuba, has opened many doors,
For business deals and travel ease, like the memories of 54’!
Our seniors’ see the light, at the tunnels grim dark end,
With healthcare reform, many faces are wearing a grin.
Your accomplishments are many, and I’ve listed just a few,
With purpose driven vision, results are always in plain view!
Eight years is but a short time, to bring back normalcy,
To the United States of America, the land that we call “Free”
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 2/11/16
Note To the Reader!
This poem is written from my individual thoughts, with no underlying intent to promote, influence nor discount ones' political views.
Conversation with Cancer
What are you cancer? Help me to understand please,
An invasion of your body, a complicated disease!
Where did you come from? I really must know,
Born of a malfunctioning cell with unexplained growth!
When did you get here? Just had my mammogram,
Laid dormant undetected; my size is a Nano gram!
How did this happen? I have not been sick,
Heredity, DNA, Life-style, can cause an untimely split!
Why Me, Why now? I’m not ready for this,
Fear not, have faith, because winners never quits!!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 11/13/15
Marks of December
Thirty-one days old, twelfth month of the year,
Season named winter, in the Northern Hemisphere!
Holiday celebrations on various days throughout,
With advocates for awareness also moving about!
Turquoise birthstone, Sagittarius and Capricorn signs,
Narcissus and Holly flowers, fragrant beauties by design!
Weather patterns vary, from rain, sun, wind and snow,
Preparing us for the days ahead, and natures’ picture show!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/1/15