Best Pawpaw Poems
A friend, an uncle, a pawpaw, a father, a husband, a son
These are a few of the titles you've earned
Precise, concern, loving, pride, hope, appreciation
These are a few emotions from you we've learned
You as a friend
Irreplaceable position
Your intentions so precise
To have you back is what they are wishing
You as an uncle
A teacher and confidant
You always showed concern
To have you back is what they want
You as a pawpaw
Always appear to be so strong
Always loving in your eyes
For Logan & Lucas, having you is what they long
You as a father
A superhero, our eyes fill with stars
Holding us with pride in your soul
You'll always be in our hearts although you seem so far
You as a husband
Caused frustration but still showed love
Leaving hope in her mind
She loves you, always watch her from above
You as a son
Not much time was spent
But appreciation you learned
To be with her is where you went
Now our eyes behold your pictures
Our minds contain your smile
Our memories hold your laughter
You'll be with us every mile
When harsh winds are blowing
We will lend and eager ear
In hopes to hear you speaking
Hear your voice that we hold dear
When it's dark and we feel frightened
We can close our eyes
And you'll be right there beside us
Our protector in the skies
In cherished and loving memory of my daddy: John L. Swinger
May you rest in peace, until we meet again
Love, Miranda M. Lambert
Originally written on : 02/12/2011 at 10:21 am
Categories:
pawpaw, death, father,
Form:
Rhyme
Each day I become a victim
Each day I am traumatized
I gave birth to humanity
Yet I am forced!
I raised humanity
Yet I am threatened!
Men think I am pretty
Then why am I there slave?
They say they love us
But why do they rape?
Are we Pawpaw’s?
Of which everyone eats the outer flesh!
and the inner seeds are thrown away!
Failing to realize that it is the inner seed which gives rise to a tree of pawpaw
Are we old clothes?
Which people discard after they get new ones!
And never look back at them!
Failing to realize that once it was this clothe which covered them
Each day I become a victim
Each day I am traumatized
(Written from a perspective of an ordinary South Pacific Island woman)
Categories:
pawpaw, abuse, community, discrimination, fear,
Form:
Light Verse
Apple many varieties sweet and sour
Banana soft fruit many uses
Cherry's are sweet watch out for its stone
Damson like a juicy plum
Elderberry fragrant good in wine
Fig many seeded fruit
Grapefruit similar to oranges but tarter
Honeydew melon lovely juicy type of gourd
Indian gooseberry good in pies
Jostaberry a cross between gooseberry, black gooseberry and black currant
Kiwi a tasty green fruit
Lemon can be very tart
Mango juicy fruit with delicate flavour
Nectarine similar to a peach
Orange sweet and juicy usually full of pips
Papaya also known as pawpaw
Quince very sharp like a lime
Raspberry most useful at banquets
Strawberry and ice-cream a summer delight
Tomato both used as a fruit and vegetable
Ugli fruit a gourd like fruit thats tasty
Valancia orange small sweet fruit that packs a punch
Water melon another gourd like fruit
Ximenia Caffra is like a very sour plum
Yellow passion fruit is similar to passion fruit normally cooked as a curd
Zucchini flowers often cooked in batter
Categories:
pawpaw, fruit,
Form:
Abecedarian
IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE WHY SOME OF US RUSH FRUITS LIKE APPLE, RIPE PAWPAW, MANGO, ORANGE AND MANY MORE.
WHAT I DON'T GET IS WHY FEW OF US STILL CAN'T DETATCH OURSELVES FROM FRUITS LIKE LIME AND LEMON
DESPITE HOW STRICTLY SOUR THEY TASTE.
SAME APPLIES TO THE CHOICE OF FRIENDS WE KEEP.
EVEN WHEN FEW OF THEM MAKE US CRY IN THE CLOSET
WE STILL CANT LET GO OF THEM.
MYSTERY OF LIFE.
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
Categories:
pawpaw, betrayal, crazy, deep, emotions,
Form:
ABC
In the fading august sunset
I walk out of my mud house
In my checkered coloured kente
And dazzling wooden slippers.
As the sounds of the drums echo behind
I dance to the tune of its melodic songs.
Gong Gong Gong Gong Gong!
The beats resound whirling along with
Soothing tune from the pawpaw stick flute.
I chant along with the crowds "nana oo nana"
In recognition to kings of ashanti kingdom.
Royals worth their weight in Gold,
As am Awed by a culture that never gets old.
I dine with the kings at the adai kesse festival,
An indigenous gathering beneath my feet in kusmasi.
Categories:
pawpaw, adventure, africa, celebration, culture,
Form:
Free verse
The able had plucked all the yellow on top.
They had carted away with all the lemon too;
Left only the green on the papaya tree.
The lame came and left with the green they met.
On the dinner-table was the last pawpaw shock:
The yellow were icky,the lemon were rotten too;
Only the green were red and crispy in their mouths.
18th Jan.,2015
Categories:
pawpaw, fruit,
Form:
Free verse
Along with the stench
From the Vietnam swamp
Lingers many other stains
Far beyond mud and muck
I’ve washed and scrubbed
‘Til my fingers bled raw
Trying to remove the souvenirs
From my uniform cloth.
Splats of blood, of a friend,
Buried without a face,
And the revenge on the shooter,
In the very same place.
The stain, there on the arm,
Is from the night when I slept,
In a dug out, trench,
Where dead bodies were kept
There’s a cigarette burn
On the chest, over there
Self inflicted pain,
Meant to melt away care
Deeper into hell
Evert step that I took
Mayhem and murder
In all directions, it lurked
A letter arrived
They said I could go home.
So, my buddy and I
To the train station flown
1 week later, in Kentucky
We planted our feet
To be spat on by strangers
We passed on the street
The dirty laundry we wore
Was not held with respect,
We came home from one War
And, intercepted the next
Politicians on the news
Say, that was not a “war.”
Just a conflict, they say
So, what did our men die for?
I’ve woke up in panic,
Cold sweats, and crazed
I’ve wide opened fire
Through my home, without phase
If that don’t define war,
Then what’s this that I feel,
Are you trying to tell me,
What I saw wasn’t real?
Still yet today, I am pestered
By images, time to time
When I open that drawer
With dirty laundry inside.
04/19/2011
All rights reserved ©
Miranda Lambert
In dedication to my Pawpaw; Frank Dials, Vietnam Veteran
Served from 1964-1970.
He always has a hard time telling this story, but tells it bravely.
RESPECT THE VETS!!!!
Categories:
pawpaw, dedication, family, history, recovery
Form:
Rhyme
Yesterday we were happy and free as a bird,
Today with nostagia,we bite our thumb,
Tomorrow we burn midnight oil in tomorrow's aspiration.
Today we give the new veil to a pig,
Tomorrow with bitterness,regret the filthiness.
Today we fashion out plans for unripe pawpaw to ripe for the puppy;
Tomorrow we complain of its mess in the room.
Today we mend water-trough to water grazing fields for the cattle;
Tomorrow we boast of burning the fields for dwelling homes.
Today we spent ourselves to feed the cat,
Tomorrow the cat lives in the bush to eat our fowls.
Today we cherish our dog,our bones on its neck,
Tomorrow it eats the bones even our foods.
Today we accept penny and offer ourselves with pride,
Tomorrow we spend pounds with agony.
Today we labour and tax to welcome the king;
Tomorrow we plant thorns on his parts upon return.
Today we make a prisoner a priest,
Tomorrow we wait for the waist-breaking rhythm.
Today we glorify a tout as the godfather,
Tomorrow we complain of bad company.
After all these,fellow Nigerians,
When shall we think before we leap?
Categories:
pawpaw, black african american, confusion,
Form:
Didactic
Warmly dedicated to SMJ
Three Sonnets Inspired by my
Reigning Ex
Part 0
Sitting at the edge of the universe
like a man atop a modern skyscraper
who might look down to see the manic street
full of yellow taxis and distant peers,
the first thing I notice on a backwards
glance is my snake-skin mortality
shed and skipping across the flattened ether,
a luminous orb on a linear course
like a puddle-hopping pebble, eager
to sink a lily-pad a child targets
for the hell of it. I realize then - either
I’m dead as a god should be, or just a pet
project of a German ghost, his meager
objective merely my way to forget.
Part I
Before you bed me, I assume the herpes
risk you ignored so many turn-style clicks
so many thick-like quick-strike Rolodex entries
not so long ago made that cavalry slicks
and right-swept Tinder mounts dutifully
saddled have begun their bountiful itch.
A testament, truly, of how beautifully
done was every each one, each surgical stitch
precisely sewn to salvage squeeze-box juice
of battle-field strewn, the red zest of life
a dead soldier blew, is once more, for you,
stalling to flow; knowing your rusty knife
has yet to slice temptation sterilized;
knowing your scalpel’s cut keeps cancer canonized.
Part II
All around you, this kelp-wall compartment
appears an ocean bloomed with room enough
for early light to shuffle halfway bent,
like time’s unpolished hedge, across the rough
field where too young have men gone to die.
Someone is responsible for all of it:
The ghostlike fish who grimly swim upstream;
the crunchy autumn leaves all creased and clustered;
and this, the box you loathe in sleepless dream
of birthday cakes and candles your grandfather
fed the wish-away lawn using mustered
strength from tears his daughter leaked, sprung to lie,
who now only cries at her daughter’s grave,
complaining of stubble when Pawpaw shaves.
Categories:
pawpaw, girlfriend,
Form:
Sonnet
'Twas the month before Christmas
When inside the house
The housewife was quiet
There's no sound, not even a grouse
When all of a sudden
There arose such a clatter
Even the Chihuahua came running
With tail tucked and in a chatter
Our grandson came running faster then Santa
In his magical sleigh
We all converged in the hall with this to say
Was that my husband, PawPaw or ???
Dear 'ole Claus who arrived to stay
They sprang into action
Found the backdoor jammed
Ran out the front
Found PawPaw whammed!
He had crash landed
And not on the roof
Driving grandma's sleigh
He tried to enter the den
What was wrong with him?
Grandma's wheels now undrivable
PawPaw embarrassed with this feat unsolvable
Tail-tucked Chihuahua scared out of his wits
Don't any of them know what to think of this
Well, when it is all said and done
My car was towed away
The den's damage surveyed
All the cost we still can't say
It has taken a toll on everyone
I think we need to go play
Nerves all jangled
Heart beating fast
Sleep eludes me
Somehow soon
It will all be in the past
Thank you, God
For your protection
I could have been in the den
In the push-button recliner total relaxation
The car could have kept going
That would have been a horrible end, my friends!!!
This happened this past Wednesday night at my home. That was on November 17, 2021. I have not been getting out much since the COVID outbreak and my husband went out to go to church then the next thing I knew the above was what happened. We are okay. No one hurt just scary, expensive and we still don't know what we are facing with all the repairs. Definitely not as bad as the picture. He said his foot slipped off the brake and hit the accelerator and he hit the house before he could get his foot back on the brake.
Categories:
pawpaw, life,
Form:
Free verse
They float rather than fly with their kite-tailed long wings,
watch them descending on tulips, blueberries and lilacs:
these butterflies are yellow-green striped and love pawpaw trees;
imagine Nature without their fluttering sounds and stunning colors!
The zebra swallowtail butterflies work too hard as they constantly move,
sipping the sweet nectar found on flowers and trees, but not on clove!
Oh, they are as delicate as petals...ever wondered where they came from?
Their life span is brief and before winter arrives, they'll be gone and won't roam.
Plant more shrubs and fragrant flowers and your garden will be
visited by them on cool and warm afternoons so scented and dandy,
and they will leave as the shadowy evening brings on many lady-bugs
to replace those lovely zebra swallowtails with their constant glows.
Yesterday around noon, a zebra swallowtail butterfly fell into my open hand,
I tried to console with my human touch...she was badly hurt;
her wings were broken and she could hardly crawl or look...
perhaps she wanted me to keep her and remember her after she was dead.
Categories:
pawpaw, friendship, nature, places, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Paw paws shed was packed very full.
Of different things but mainly tools.
I helped him out to find some nails.
Looking in boxes up high on shelves.
I looked over my shoulder and there sat a stool.
Underneath was a box of old cowboy boots.
Pawpaw sat close and cleared his throat.
He said a man's boots will tell you about his roots, will tell you what type of man, if he's even worth a damn.
A pair of these here should have many tares, from hunting and fishing, bass and deer.
The soles may be torn falling apart. This is From a man who travels very far.
If there's a hole on his knee,where his jeans should be. this is the type of man you want to marry. He's a Christian man, who kneels down to pray to God faithfully.
Categories:
pawpaw, care, christian, emotions, encouraging,
Form:
PAW PAW ADAGE OF LIFE.
I know this fruit
I know its old nursery rhyme
I love its taste so sweet
The softness and sweetness align
But where thou grow makes me wonder
In bola thou stand amidst dirt
Cheered by smells and empty nylons
There you stand so tall and with ripe fruits
Thou sweetness is like Cummings
Your surrender on the mouth like a soft romance
Your taste on the lips sweet like a lovely kiss
Your watery body make my mouth wet
While my tongue leak up your juice
As it gives a slippery passage
For your easy sliding into my waiting stomach.
This I know I for sure
A star can shine in the dark sky
When nature unlucks its features
From nowhere a man shines.
Categories:
pawpaw, 3rd grade, confidence, conflict,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
A Wonderful Man : You
I love you for the little things that you do for me .
We wake up everyday to have a cup of coffee to start our day .
When your on the road we talk on the phone , at home we sit
and talk about our day , enjoy each others company.
I'm blessed to have you in my life , my best friend ,hubby.
Thank you for the person you have proven me to be .
A friend that cares, listens and believes in me .
A friend to hang out with , a loving papa , pawpaw too.
Your the rock of our clan , the greatest gift a women could have .
A wonderful friend ,man she can trust .
A Wonderful Man ; You .
Categories:
pawpaw, friend, i love you,
Form:
ABC
What a phlox in you I find,
What a Rose Flower, oh babe:
Bright like early morning sun of xmas.
Succulent “things” like the rightly ripe pawpaw at my backyard.
Oh Babe what a beauty you are to behold –
Making gawping heads not able to eyes hold back,
Goggling eyes round whole streets turning in ogle –
Stupefying sensations sending down signals into phallic organs!
And can I contain this fire of desire?
Down my frame, too electrifying, feelings ductile,
And whole system holding spellbound, as in phantasmagoria,
A deep chill of early harmattan morning.
Oh Babe, I can see the fiery flies of love
In your luscious orbs flying, beckoning for a dear.
But can I be your bee? my sweet sixteen!
To your sweet red nipplenectars suck? like a suckling?
What a phlox in you I find,
Oh Babe, what a beauty you are to behold.
And can I contain this fire of desire?
Oh Babe, I can see fiery flies of love,
In your luscious orbs flying, beckoning for a dear,
Down my frame, too electrifying, feelings ductile,
Making gawping heads not able to eyes hold back.
What a Rose Flower, oh Babe:
Bright like early morning sun of Xmas,
Goggling eyes round whole streets turning in ogle –
And whole system holding spellbound, as in phantasmagoria.
But can I be your bee? my sweet sixteen!
To your sweet red nipplenectars suck? like a suckling.
A deep chill of early harmattan morning,
Stupefying sensations sending down signals into phallic organs!
Succulent “things” like rightly ripe pawpaw at my backyard:
Nwanyi oma, my sweet Asaba Queen: delicious Xmas stew,
I sing your conspicuous beauty, your deserving love: for am no philistine:
What a feeling too conquering to contend, aphrodisiac! –
A philter too difficult to contain, down my vein, my marrow!
Sweetie, I adore your fine phizog amatory. Wow.
A wonderful mien irresistible, cloud nine delirium tremens
Down my pliant spine killing ardour sent. Figure -8
What a towering pulchritude, a pleasant statistics!
Categories:
pawpaw, girlfriend-boyfriend, sweet, beauty, fire,
Form:
Romanticism